Damn it, I'm in the garbage book I wrote

Chapter 26 The Little Princess is Ridiculous
Xia Lin, who was pulled downstairs by the little princess, was now sitting among those talented men and beautiful women.

The biggest difference between this place and the above ones is that this place is full of young people. There are so many young people and no parents, so it is naturally as lively as it can be. And this Tengwang Pavilion is really big enough to accommodate so many people.

Some people here were drinking, some were leaning there, shaking their heads and chanting something, and some were sitting there in twos and threes chatting and playing. The atmosphere of the prosperous Tang Dynasty was concretized at this moment. The prosperous Tang Dynasty that Xia Lin had seen in the dark yellow film "Legend of the Cat Demon" seemed to come alive before his eyes.

The men were uninhibited and the women were free and unrestrained, and the dream scroll of the prosperous dynasty slowly unfolded before him.

The little princess looked around but didn't see her cousin Princess Xunyang, so she asked curiously, "Strange, I saw my cousin coming just now, why hasn't she come yet?"

Hearing this, Xia Lin poured himself a glass of wine, propped his face on his arms, and stared at the bright sky outside: "You are the host today, but you can't stop someone from taking over the throne."

"You are just talking nonsense." The little princess patted him and said, "Don't talk nonsense."

"The first step to stealing the show is to stand out. Everyone is here. If she blends in with them, she will be lost in the crowd like you. Do you dress well? Of course you do, but there are too many pretty girls here, competing with each other for beauty, like spring mountain flowers, densely packed and overwhelming. If you want to stand out, you need some strategies."

Xia Lin leaned there and talked lazily. The little princess fell into deep thought after hearing his words. Otherwise, how could some evil monks even lead a country astray? This kind of nonsense that sounds more or less reliable is the most lethal. Obviously, the little princess has no resistance to this kind of nonsense. Even if she trusts her sister 120% in her heart, she is somewhat shaken at this moment.

Just as they were chatting, a loud voice suddenly came from below: "Princess Xunyang is here!"

Just this one shout attracted the attention of the entire audience, and the originally noisy and chaotic scene suddenly became quiet.

Xia Lin stood up and said, "Here it comes, the first move, a hundred birds paying homage to the phoenix."

As expected, when Princess Xunyang appeared, the scene was like a hundred birds paying homage to the phoenix, and all eyes were focused on Xunyang. At that moment, she was the most popular person, and she seemed to have become the master of the place. On the contrary, the real master was peeling cooked edamame beside him, watching Princess Xunyang's grand appearance as if he was watching a show.

After all, he is only a thirteen-year-old child and probably doesn't have this concept in his mind. But this makes Xia Lin, who is not as smart as Pi Yanzi, quite angry.

He tried hard to recall whether there was such a Princess Xunyang in his trashy novel. After a careful search, he really did find one. It turned out that this woman was one of the concubines in the harem of the original protagonist Ye Liangchen. He was supposed to marry her at that time, but in the end, because of a rumor, Ye Liangchen used a little trick to let the naive little princess beside him take her identity and go to the frontier to marry.

Thinking of this, Xia Lin straightened up and slowly rolled up his sleeves.

But I have to say that Princess Xunyang is really beautiful. She is about seventeen or eighteen years old, with a small face, beautiful eyebrows, and hair like smoke. She wears a noble lotus purple silk gown and navy blue embroidered square-hole interwoven silk on her upper body, a light red skirt with hundreds of flowers on her lower body, a lotus sachet embroidered with silver thread hanging on her waist, and two-color hibiscus shoes on her feet.

It is no exaggeration to say that this woman is simply born in the aesthetic singularity of straight men. She can be called a top-notch beauty in any era. But Xia Lin is not very interested in this. In addition to being a superior person, he is only thinking about Tang Wanqiu, the eldest daughter of the Tang family. He has been dreaming about her in recent days. Maybe she is really destined to be with him. Even if it is just a one-time encounter, it can be so profound.

As for the little princess, she is a lovable little sister. Any normal person would not have any evil thoughts about a thirteen-year-old girl. That is not abnormal, it is simply a crime.

Of course, in this era, many people get married at the age of thirteen or fourteen, but Xia Lin has received modern education most of the time, and his outlook on life and the world has not been completely transformed to adapt to this era. Anyway, no matter what, he doesn't think there is anything attractive about this thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl.

Princess Xunyang obviously knew how beautiful she was. The way she appeared now was obviously to outshine the other beauties. Naturally, every move she made was full of thoughts, whether it was gently touching her hair, swaying in the wind, or even an unintentional smile, all of them revealed a sense of careful design.

It feels like putting on some light makeup and posting a delicate photo in bed with the caption "Oh, staying in bed on the weekend and being myself with no makeup on." Really, black tea, green tea, and jasmine tea are not as teay as hers.

But this set of tactics is obviously effective. Her appearance is like my flower blooming and all other flowers dying. As soon as she appears on the stage, it is clear that there is no woman in this place who can surpass her.

At this moment, Xia Lin began to count the heads of the women present. Seeing this, the little princess became curious: "What are you doing? Come on, I'll take you to meet my sister."

"No hurry." Xia Lin raised his hand to stop the little princess, and then asked in a low voice: "How many of the 31 women in this field want to eat your sister?" "Ah?" The little princess obviously couldn't react. She blinked quickly: "What do you mean? Why do you want to eat my sister?"

Xia Lin didn't say anything, but his fingers tapped on the table, making a mechanical clicking sound. His mind was working rapidly, and then he stood up and said, "I'm going to the toilet."

About twenty minutes later, he came back strolling. As soon as he came in, he saw that the layout of the place had changed. The seats that were originally scattered were now arranged in a fan shape. Princess Xunyang sat in the middle, like a blooming lotus.

The little princess was laughing foolishly beside her.

As Xia Lin walked over, he happened to hear Princess Xunyang speak: "Today, talented men and beautiful women from all over the country are gathered here. I hope you can come and leave some elegant words and calligraphy. My sister has just reached the time to find a suitable husband. If anyone stands out, I will ask my uncle to marry my sister to him."

When she said this, the little princess's face suddenly changed and she waved her hands repeatedly. But before she could speak, Princess Xunyang took over the conversation. She gently stroked the back of the little princess's hand and said, "My sister is a daughter of a rich family. I don't know which of your talented men will marry her."

After she finished speaking, she even started to giggle. The little princess next to her obviously looked unhappy, and Xia Lin frowned, because this was simply pure malice and was designed to make fun of the little princess.

It is said that Xia Lin is narrow-minded. Even if this woman is the little prince's sister, he can't stand it. If it doesn't work, he will run away to the grassland to be a military advisor. Anyway, for him, it's just a business trip to Inner Mongolia. He would rather die than let the little princess suffer this bastard's grievance.

As for why a man like Xia Lin could fight to such an extent for a little girl, there is actually no way to explain this. Xia Lin had suffered a lot following Lao Zhang since he came here, but during the more than three months he spent with the little princess, she truly treated him, Xia Lin, as her own.

No matter how naive a child is or how ignorant he is, I just can't bear to see the little princess suffer this loss!
Maybe Princess Xunyang had already teased Xia Lin before he came. Anyway, everyone here was laughing, but the little princess was sitting there with a bewildered look on her face, looking around helplessly as if she was looking for Xia Lin.

"I'm coming." Xia Lin walked through the crowd and entered the innermost circle. He smiled and saluted Princess Xunyang: "Greetings, Princess Xunyang."

Princess Xunyang turned her head, her eyes lit up, and she looked at Xia Lin with a smile on her face: "I wonder what this talented man wants to say?"

"It's nothing. I just felt a little emotional when I saw Princess Xunyang was so beautiful that I stepped forward and disturbed her." He bowed to the people around him and apologized. "Of course, the sisters present today are also dazzling and bewildering. When I first came up, I was so shocked by the sisters that I couldn't speak."

Princess Xunyang didn't know what he was going to do, but these words did make the women present feel much more relieved. They had been suppressed by the princess before, and although they were reluctant to speak up, they really wanted to kill someone in their hearts.

Xia Lin pondered for a moment and said, "When I came here today, I specially prepared a poem for you sisters. I don't know if it is appropriate at this moment."

There were some who were making a fuss, and some who were expecting it. Princess Xunyang looked at Xia Lin with great interest. She elegantly raised her sleeve to cover her mouth, took a sip of water, and said, "It seems you came prepared."

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded: "It's you!"

This shout once again attracted everyone's attention. Then a local talent came forward and pointed at Xia Lin with a look of astonishment: "Do you still remember me? We met at the banquet hosted by Prince Yu in Yangzhou that day. My last name is Xiong, Xiong Wentao!"

Xia Lin slapped his head and said, "Oh! It's you!"

Xiong Wentao didn't bother to greet Xia Lin at this moment. He puffed out his chest and said proudly: "You may not know that this little brother is the author of the Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng. When he wrote the article, it was I who dictated the scenery of the Pavilion of Prince Teng to him."

Everyone in the room was buzzing with excitement at this. They came here just for the Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng, but they didn't expect to see the person himself here.

At this moment, Xia Lin directly replaced Princess Xunyang and became the focus of the whole audience. Both men and women gathered around Xia Lin, the handsome soldier. But this seemed to have touched the princess's reverse scale. She frowned and held the teacup tightly in her hand. Her chest heaved violently, and her eyes became ferocious when she looked at Xia Lin.

(End of this chapter)