The mysterious husband of the domineering peasant girl is not easy to bully

Chapter 645 Poetry Competition
"I know! You've been outside all day with a cold face and silent, and you're like a different person when you come back, it's so annoying!" Lin Yinuo said with pouted mouth and wrinkled nose.

"Girl, why should I pretend to be myself in front of you? Didn't you realize that your husband is actually very cute?" Long Haoyu said mischievously.

Lin Yinuo made a disgusting movement, and then said: "I won't talk so much nonsense with you, I have something important to tell you, Ou Shaoyang's little green girl Yuan Shengnan is crazy."

"What? Crazy! How is this possible? Why does a good person suddenly go crazy? Hurry up and go find Ou Shaoyang and take Chu Fan to have a look. There must be something hidden here." Long Haoyu said.

Lin Yinuo rolled his eyes at Long Haoyu and said: "You are becoming more and more impatient, how can Ou Shaoyang and Chu Fan go away now? Let's visit Yuan's Mansion after the Longevity Festival."

Only then did Long Haoyu remember that he hadn't asked Lin Yinuo where he had been just now.

"Girl, you just..."

Lin Yinuo immediately interrupted him: "I went to Shangguan's mansion just now, and this matter was told by Master Shangguan, don't worry, Master Yuan Qi blocked the news, except for Master Shangguan and his wife, no one in the capital knew about it. "

Long Haoyu nodded, then kissed Lin Yinuo secretly and then ran away with lightness kung fu.

Lin Yinuo slept on the soft couch in the box until evening before entering the palace.

At this time, the dining tables in the main hall of the palace were filled with small hot pots, and the dishes for tonight's dinner were prepared by the Imperial Dining Room.

The five knights and the hidden guards have been guarding around the imperial dining room to prevent anyone from poisoning the food.

However, it is the most difficult to guard against insiders. No one thought that there were people from the Black Dragon Society and Concubine Rong in the imperial dining room.

When King Lu Fan and Queen asked Concubine Rong to poison her, Concubine Rong thought of Lin Yinuo's threat to her and was unwilling to live or die. Finally, when King Lu Fan said that he had a way to blame the young master, she let go.

King Lu Fan was very dissatisfied with Concubine Rong because of this, and began to have other thoughts in his heart.

Lin Yinuo entered the gate of the palace, just in time to see Princess Nala, An Xuerou, and Lin Qingmei walking out.

"Little peasant girl, I finally found you. How are you? Do you know that you will participate in a poetry competition later?" Princess Nora raised her eyebrows and said to Lin Yinuo.

"Poetry competition? I didn't sign up. I can just watch you from the sidelines. I don't have the leisure time to compose poems! Boring!" Lin Yinuo said with a dark face.

"Little peasant girl, you don't know yet! The imperial concubine has already written your name in the competition program. You and I will each sing a poem representing Chu and Liang." An Xuerou said with a smile.

But there was something mysterious and unfathomable in her smile.

Lin Yinuo pursed her lips and shook her head, and walked directly into the hall without talking nonsense to them.

At this time, the hall was full of people, and everyone was talking about the upcoming poetry competition.

There were a lot of wine and snacks on the table, and the little eunuchs in the imperial dining room served the dishes one after another.

"Yinuo, come, come, come to Concubine Mother!" Seeing Lin Yinuo, Concubine Rong hurriedly came up to her with a smile on her face, and affectionately held her wrist.

Lin Yinuo couldn't help but rolled his eyes secretly, thinking that Concubine Rong Gui was going mad again.

This morning, the expression of wanting to eat it raw, now immediately turns into the appearance of a kind mother-in-law. Isn't this style of painting changing too fast?
Lin Yinuo took her hand away calmly, walked away from her quickly, and went to chat with the queens.

The queens were discussing in low voices what the topic of the poetry competition was going to be.

(End of this chapter)