The Dreamer in the Spring Boudoir

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From a distance, Ning Mingjie and Ning Errong saw a black bear skipping in the snow as they walked over here.

"Look at her. She doesn't look like a person you have to worry about at all." Ning Mingjie couldn't help laughing.

Ning Errong walked closer and hurriedly stopped Nie Sangyu. "You just recovered from your cold. Why did you come out? Let's go back to your room."

Ji Man said with a smile, "It's fine. It's too stuffy inside. Why did the two of you come here?"

"I was worried that you were bored, so I came here to keep you company and relieve you of your boredom." After Ning Errong said this, she pointed at the person behind her, "Older brother wanted the snow on the plum tree, so he also came."

Snow on the plum tree? Ji Man glanced at Ning Mingjie, nodded, and said, "Young Master, feel free to take it."

"Thank you." Ning Mingjie nodded. Holding a porcelain bottle, he headed towards the plum tree.

"I heard the half poem in Luoyan Pagoda is extremely popular recently." Ning Errong pulled her to stand underneath the covered walkway and sent Baizi to bring out chairs. "A lot of people have been going there to try to write out the second half of the poem, but none of their attempts have been as imposing and majestic as the first half. I heard that even the crown prince has gone there and spent a long time trying, but failed. He's offering a hundred gold taels as a reward to the person that can complete the poem."

After a pause, Ning Errong added, "Fortunately, other than Old Madame, no one knows that you and my older brother wrote that poem. My cousin seems to have been invited by the crown prince to Luoyan Pagoda today for this very reason."

Ji Man was stunned. She hadn't expected that poem would attract the crown prince's attention. This was actually a bit troublesome. If someone recognized Ning Mingjie's handwriting, would he also confess that she was the writer of the poem in the passing?

She couldn't resist turning to look at Ning Mingjie. His slender body was currently quietly using a hairpin to sweep the snow on the plum flowers into a bottle.

He was as picturesque as a painting. Ji Man's eyes became glazed as she looked at him. Noble men from ancient times truly had majestic appearances. His attractive, slender fingers looked as if he had never done manual labor.

Ning Mingjie was a clever person. He probably wouldn't do something that would harm others if there was no benefit to him. It wouldn't sound good if other people found out that he had written a poem with the marquis's concubine even though Ning Yuxuan probably wouldn't care. Perhaps, he might even thank her for securing his romantic rival.

Ji Man looked away from him and went back to listening to Errong gossiping to cast off her boredom.

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Recently, Luoyan Pagoda's fifth floor's business had already exceeded the volume of business in the top floor. Moreover, the crown prince had even personally come here and written a poem. This was giving an enormous amount of face to Luoyan Pagoda. But, seeing that the crown prince wasn't able to write out the second half of the poem and no one else could write out satisfactory verses either, the shopkeeper didn't know what to do. He was so anxious that he wanted to look for the person that originally wrote the poem. This wasn't a joking matter. What if the crown prince got angry and tore down Luoyan Pagoda!

But, they were doomed to never find Ji Man.

Ning Yuxuan looked at the poem that was hanging in the center of the fifth floor. His eyebrows hadn't relaxed the entire time. The poem had been written very well and there weren't many people that knew this style of calligraphy. Ning Mingjie was one of those people. However, he had seen very little of Ning Mingjie's writing. Even though he knew that Nie Sangyu had left the residence with his cousins a few days ago and had come to Luoyan Pagoda, he still wasn't absolutely sure that this was his writing,