Chapter 6: No one is allowed to look at me

  "Your Highness, the Luoyang Poetry Society has arrived." The voice of Xiaoduizi came from outside the carriage. It's not easy being a little eunuch, driving the carriage to the destination and asking people to get off still requires gentle words, afraid of startling the imperial carriage. Yun Zheng couldn't help but think of the bus drivers in his own era, feeling sentimental: Look, what is five-star service quality? This is it!

  "Get off the carriage, Brother Yun!" The Thirteenth Princess didn't know what had already arrived at the bottom of the carriage, and with one hand rolling up the curtain, she glared at Yun Zhen who was lost in thought.

  "Ah!" Yun Zheng smiled self-deprecatingly, gazing into the eyes of the 13th Princess, his expression one of intoxication: "If it weren't for Yan'er reminding me, I almost got drunk on the lingering fragrance you left behind." Without caring that the 13th Princess's face was burning with embarrassment, he jumped down from the carriage with a flourish, sneaking a glance at her. Seeing that although her face was red to the point of being scary, she indeed didn't show any signs of anger, just as he had thought.

  The process of flirting with a girl is like unwinding a cocoon, using various methods to peel off her reserve and even rationality layer by layer. Yun Zheng thought smugly that such a sentence, which was both flirtatious and complimentary, wasn't something any ordinary person could say casually. If she had a good impression of him in her heart, or even secretly admired him, when he said this sentence, she might pretend to be annoyed to show off her reserve, but deep down she would feel happy and sweet, proud of her own charm. But if she had a bad impression of him in her heart, and he still said something so inappropriate, at the very least, he would definitely get labeled as "shallow", and whether he would suffer an even more miserable fate depended on her temper and status.

  The thirteenth princess had a naturally good impression of Yun Ting, and although she felt that Brother Ting seemed especially...especially bad today, she couldn't help but feel a little excited in her heart, and even thought that he was better off being this bad, and if he were a bit worse it would be even better. Ah, what's wrong with me today? Why can I be so shameless? The thirteenth princess's face turned three shades redder due to her own thoughts, and she secretly scolded herself, trying to calm down, but saw Yun Ting blinking at her, and when she looked up, he immediately asked with a concerned expression: "What's wrong, Yan'er, are you hot?"

  The thirteenth princess felt both angry and amused in her heart, thinking to herself that on such a cold winter day, what was there to be hot about, wasn't it all because of this rascal's mischief. However, she thought this in her heart but didn't dare say it out loud, who knows if he would say he had no other meaning and it was just her own misunderstanding - wouldn't that be embarrassing? So she went along with Yun Zhēn's intention and softly said: "Mm, the fire is a bit too big - it doesn't matter, outside is so cold, it will be fine in a while."

  Is the fire a bit big? Won't it be the emotional fire in your heart? Hehe! Yun Zheng thought secretly because of his successful trickery. But he said with concern, "Be careful, don't catch a cold from the heat and cold."

  The thirteenth princess felt warm in her heart, and she smiled gratefully at Yun Zhēng: "Yan'er knows, thank you Brother Zhēng. Let's go in quickly."

  Yun Cong finally had the chance to take a closer look at the Luoyang Poetry Society, and all he saw was a grand entrance with high walls, where two majestic stone lions made of Han white jade stood guard. Just as Yun Cong was about to take a closer look, a middle-aged man who looked like a steward, accompanied by two young servants in green attire, approached him and bowed down from a distance of several feet, saying in unison: "Greetings to the Thirteenth Princess and the Young Master."

  "Huh? When did I become the heir? Is he referring to Yun Country's Crown Prince? Although I am indeed the legitimate son, it seems that Father didn't explicitly declare me as the heir. Hmm, I see. This guy is obviously speaking politely. It's like in our time, when we met Deputy Director Zhang, we would definitely call him 'Director Zhang', only a fool like my brother would stiffly address him as 'Deputy Director'. Of course, if you're the Minister, then it's a different story, you can call him whatever you want. This butler-like guy seems to have some thoughts in mind, I am the legitimate son, and he calls me Crown Prince, which is flattering, but this flattery is also acceptable to others."

  "Get up. How many people have come?" The thirteenth princess, as long as she wasn't facing Yun Ting, was still impeccable in her demeanor and behavior. Yun Ting nodded secretly, thinking that this noble bearing, cultivated from a young age in the imperial family, was truly unique and could make others feel inferior - of course, he wouldn't be one of them. Not to mention his current handsome appearance, outstanding talent, and exceptional abilities, as long as he still had his face, there was no way he would ever feel "inferior". Yun Ting shamelessly thought: what is the most important idea in the "Babe Bible"? Isn't it being bold, meticulous, and having a thick skin?

  "As for the princess's words, almost all of the young masters and misses with literary reputations in the capital have arrived. Many talented scholars from various places have also come, but only the two princes, Prince Jiujiang and Prince Yueyang, have not yet arrived." The steward stood up and replied respectfully.

  "Fourth Brother hasn't arrived yet? Hmm... Prince Yueyang's entourage was delayed temporarily, he should be arriving soon, you can just send someone to wait for him here." The 13th Princess said with a slight frown.

  "Yes, Princess."

  The thirteenth princess murmured, and Yun Zheng smiled: "Zheng... Young Master Yun, let's go in too." Then, without waiting for Yun Zheng to respond, she turned around and walked inside on her own.

  Yun Cong knew she wasn't good at being overly intimate with him in front of outsiders, and didn't mind, following half a step behind her. After walking a few steps inside, the scholars coming and going increased, some holding several small books to recite, others contemplating by the lake, soon writing quickly on rice paper. Some were gathered in threes and twos discussing, with quite a few women among them.

  This is quite unexpected, isn't it said that the ladies of ancient aristocratic families basically never left their doors? How did this Luoyang Poetry Society's poetry gathering manage to attract so many women? It seems that this world and its original history differ by a bit after all. Damn it, every time those young people who traveled through time used their "Sixth Sense Method", they were always spot on, but when it came to me, I was given an era that's completely unrelated, rendering the historical timeline I memorized back in school useless. Alas, what a miscalculation!

  Yun Cong was lamenting to himself while sizing up the women around him, and found that the quality of the girls here was actually quite good, with a batch of beauties who were both slender and had pretty faces. Even if they were slightly inferior to the little elf in front of him, if they were placed alone on the street, they would still have a high rate of turning heads.

  The thirteenth princess walked and stole a glance at him, seeing that his eyes were wandering over the women, she couldn't help but feel annoyed, pouting her small mouth, and hummed: "Are they pretty?"

  Beautiful...

  The 13th princess's willow eyebrows suddenly showed signs of standing upright, and her small mouth was pouted even higher.

  "But..."

  "But how?"

  "What a pity..." Yun Zheng's face was filled with regret as he shook his head.

  "What a pity? What's there to be pitied?" The 13th princess, although still looking somewhat annoyed, had softened her tone considerably, and now looked more curious than anything.

  Yun Cong's face was filled with sorrow: "Unfortunately, Yan'er is too beautiful, and I'm used to seeing her. When I look at them again, they seem ordinary."

  The thirteenth princess was taken aback for a moment, then the corners of her mouth rose: "What's there to regret? Just don't look at them - no one forbids you from looking at me."

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