The officials of the Hanlin Academy were not surprised.

For such a feast, Your Majesty naturally needs to compose a detailed poem, so people like them are needed.

"Whose poetic talent is your Majesty going to test this time?" one of the chief officials asked with a smile.

The waiter smiled and nodded a few names. Lu Yizhi was the youngest among them.

Although everyone was a little envious, they also guessed that Lu Hanlin was a disciple of Mr. Xiahou. Even if Mr. Xiahou was away, the emperor would not forget him. Lu Hanlin was also an official appointed by the emperor. What's more, Lu Hanlin was still young and good-looking.

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Lu Yizhi stood up and responded. With everyone following him, he and several officials followed the chamberlain towards the emperor's location.

Zhu Chuan, who was standing under the shadow of the lanterns opposite, didn't look at Lu Hanlin, only looked at the woman.

The woman finally raised her head and watched Lu Yizhi with a happy face.

"Look at the way she smiles." Zhu Chuan snorted, turned to the people around him and said, "If she's just being called to compose poetry, what does it have to do with her."

The guard next to him laughed and said: "Of course it does matter. Isn't there a saying that the husband is more valuable than the wife?"

Zhu Chuan sighed: "Return my wife, let's have a dream, what's wrong with her, she really thinks..." As he said that, he turned back to look at the woman again, his tongue suddenly slipped and hit his teeth, and he let out a cry of pain.

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His eyes were also widened.

"Where are the people?"

Lu Yizhi had left, the woman was gone, and the seat was empty.
Chapter completed!