"My sister's collection of essays is not available in the capital. Some of the poems are still interesting, and these poems are still acceptable!" Princess Fukang was in Wang Yaomiao's study at this time, with her eyes lit up slightly. She held several collections of poems and looked back and forth, as if she was admiring some rare treasures.

"If Your Highness likes it, I will give you a book every time! I have it ready!" Wang Yaomiao smiled, but he didn't expect that Fukang had similar interests to her.

Looking at Fukang who was very happy, Wang Yaomiao said again: "These are all bound into books after organizing literary meetings in the past. Only those who participated in poetry meetings will have them. There must be no such thing in the capital."

"Wenhui?" Princess Fukang was stunned. She had heard of it in the capital. Unfortunately, as she was, she was inconvenient to participate. She said enviously: "Sister has also participated in the Wenhui?"

"Not only have I participated, I have also organized many literary meetings. The few volumes in my hand are: I have organized Chinese Valentine's Day, Mid-Autumn Festival Cultural Fair, and outings, which are also quite a few!"

Wang Yaomiao was as good as a family, and with a sudden inspiration, he smiled and said, "If Your Highness is not in a hurry to leave, it would be better for us to organize a meeting? Now everything is just reviving, so why don't we organize a meeting of Mengxia? Invite Fengcheng Juncai to bid farewell to the princess together!"

"This...isn't that good!" Princess Fukang was a little confused. Of course she wanted to participate. In recent years, she was first in the palace and then in the princess's house. She rarely went out. Poetry is her biggest hobby. If she could participate once before leaving, it would not be in vain.

Can the marriage team wait? Can Nanyue wait for energy saving?

She gritted her teeth and said to Wang Yaomiao: "After I discuss with the special envoy of the Ministry of Rites and the envoy of the South Vietnamese, I am afraid that I will not be able to return to Dayan again when I go to Nanyue. I believe they will not be embarrassed!"

On that day, Princess Fukang summoned the marriage envoy of the Ministry of Rites and the South Vietnamese envoy, and discussed with the two of them to stay for two more days. The envoy of the Ministry of Rites was a little unhappy, but did not give her a shame, but just looked at the South Vietnamese envoy.

The envoys of South Vietnam agreed happily. They were extremely satisfied with the reception in Fengcheng. After returning, they probably wouldn't be able to enjoy this kind of life again. Not to mention two days, even two months, they wouldn't mind.

The matter of the literary gathering was decided like this. In the next few days, Wang Yaomiao invited celebrities in the city. This time, he was much more popular than the previous literary gatherings. After all, he had the reputation of Fukang.

Many high-ranking officials and nobles also came to join in the fun, and the scholars naturally competed to participate. If they wanted to show their faces in front of these big names, if they wrote good works, they would not be able to sing them throughout the ages, at least they would be popular.

Although time is relatively tight, it is definitely an unprecedented grand occasion. The ladies from all walks of life have also found ways to participate. For a time, Wang Yaoming was extremely popular and was very popular in the back house of Fengcheng.

During this period, Wang Yaomiao specially visited Yang's house to invite Shiqing's sisters to the literary party, but she only saw Shiqing, who was dealing with the business at home, and said that Wenqing had gone to visit relatives and would not come back for a while.

In fact, Wen Qing naturally left with Zhang Wei. They just left Fengcheng quietly yesterday and sat on the Yang family's ship to deliver goods to Crescent Island, leaving Luo Sasha and Shi Qing as their companions.

"Wenhui?" Shi Qing frowned when she heard Wang Yaomiao's words and said, "It's not convenient for me to go!"

"Shiqing, you need to go to this literary meeting!" Wang Yaomiao was immediately anxious after hearing Shiqing's.

"It's wonderful." Shi Qing was a little confused and said, "Others don't know, what you should know, my husband killed Princess Fukang's son-in-law in the capital. If I go, wouldn't I ask for trouble?"

"It is because of this that I came to invite you in person, just because I knew you would not go!" Wang Yaomiao pursed his lips and said, "Do you know that after the news came back to Fengcheng, many people in Fengcheng were ready to take this opportunity to deal with the Yang family?"

"I know a little!" Shi Qing nodded and said, "But my Yang family asked myself that I had never offended them. If I want to be unfavorable to the Yang family, it depends on whether they have the ability!"

"You!" Wang Yaomiao looked a little disappointed and said, "If you can solve it in another way, why do you have to fight head-on?"

Shi Qing frowned and said, "What else can you do?"

"Oh!" Wang Yaomiao sighed and said heartily: "This time I came to invite you to the literary meeting, just to help you solve the malice of some people!"

"Solve malice?" Shi Qing was a little surprised. She didn't understand what it had to do with participating in the literary conference.

"You and I are like sisters, and Brother Jian and your Zhang Wei are also brothers, so I will do my best to help you!" Wang Yaomiao grabbed her and continued: "Think about it, this literary meeting was organized for Princess Fukang. The dignitaries and nobles in Fengcheng will naturally participate, and the ladies in the back house will also go!"

"So what?" Shi Qing still looked at her in confusion.

Wang Yaomiao said anxiously: "If you show up in front of Princess Fukang, what does this mean?"

"You mean..." Shi Qing suddenly realized that this was what she meant.

"Not bad!" Wang Yaomiao saw that he finally understood, breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "In the eyes of most people, Princess Fukang does not blame the Yang family!"

"But..." Shi Qing looked at Wang Yaomiao, and her heart was warm, but she was still hesitant and said, "Will this cause you?"

Wang Yaomiao smiled confidently and said, "Don't worry! She is a princess and cannot meet her one by one. You just need to attend and show up. Then there is no need to say anything. I will ask the princess a few words to you. She doesn't know your identity and I won't ask more questions!"

"This..." Shi Qing was startled by Wang Yaomiao's thoughts and said, "What if she finds out in the future?"

"When the time comes, others will see you living in harmony, and naturally they will think there is no grudge between you!" Wang Yaomiao showed a sly smile: "After that she will go south to kiss, I'm afraid she will be unable to return to Dayan again in this life! So what can I do if I know?"

"Thank you! You want it wonderful!" Shi Qing clenched her hands tightly, feeling infinitely grateful in her heart.

This is a good friend who can help in times of trouble. At this time, the news has been sent back. Many people who worked with his family are a little shaken, but they have not yet taken the blame for the time being. However, Xiang Wang Yaomiao has almost never been able to make trouble.

Wang Yaomiao's words really touched Shi Qing. Many powerful people in Fengcheng knew about the murder of the prince-consort, and also knew about their relationship with the Yang family. They offended the rule of the imperial guards and the royal family. If they really made things difficult for this, the Yang family would probably be unable to say anything.

Although these businesses are nothing to the Yang family, the Yang family's foundation is still in Fengcheng and Sanwu. Unless they move to the family, they will have to face these things.

"What else do you and my sisters do with these false condoms?" Wang Yaomiao saw that she understood her intention, patted her hand with pleasure, and asked, "What's wrong with your Zhang Wei? Brother Jian asked me a few days ago and asked my father to help him believe in the solution!"

"He..." Shi Qing hesitated for a moment, did not hide it, but did not say it thoroughly, just said: "You don't have to run for his business, and tell Brother Jian!"

Seeing that Wang Yaomiao was stunned, Shi Qing bit her lip and said, "Don't worry, it's okay!"

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I was intoxicated by the poems.

To organize a literary meeting based on what he likes,

High-ranking officials and nobles invite them,

Fake settlement is free.
Chapter completed!