This son-in-law is wicked in a good way!

Lu Qingyin said calmly, "It's my husband. I didn't expect him to be waiting for me here beforehand."

After saying that, Lu Qingyin showed a happy expression.

Chu Shijie's smile froze slightly, but he quickly recovered.

"Oh, that's wonderful. I've long heard that this son-in-law of the Prime Minister's family is no less talented in poetry than Li Bai and Du Fu. This is a perfect opportunity for him to have a good exchange with Li Bai and Du Fu."

"It will broaden our horizons."

Lu Qingyin didn't know if Zhang Ping'an would make a move, so she didn't dare to agree. She placed her hands on her waist and bowed in a woman's greeting.

"Your Highness is too kind. How could my husband's abilities possibly compare to those of Li Bai and Du Fu?"

After speaking, Lu Qingyin turned around and walked back into the crowd, standing hand in hand with a beautiful woman in a green dress.

Chu Shijie clenched his fists secretly, a sinister glint flashing in his eyes.

Hmph, you lowly woman, what are you pretending to be so high and mighty in front of me, the young master!

Do you think I don't know that you and that good-for-nothing son-in-law have never shared a room?

Lu Qingyin, you can forget about escaping from my grasp.

Taking down Lu Qingyin would be tantamount to gaining the support of the Left Prime Minister.

Chu Shijie's thoughts were as clear as Sima Zhao's.

Soon, Zhang Ping'an finished washing up and came out wearing an ordinary dark blue scholar's robe.

But given Zhang Ping'an's background, even if he wore beggar's clothes, it would still be considered role-playing.

Upon seeing Zhang Ping'an, Chu Shijie couldn't help but frown.

He considered himself quite handsome, but compared to this good-for-nothing son-in-law, he still paled in comparison.

You scoundrel, what good is being handsome if you're just a live-in son-in-law?

Chu Shijie admitted that he was jealous.

"Who are you?" Zhang Ping'an sensed a strong hostility from Chu Shijie and stared at him warily.

Chu Shijie quickly concealed his emotions and clasped his hands in greeting, saying, "I am Chu Shijie, the heir of Prince Rong. I have long heard of Young Master Zhang's great name. Meeting you today, I can confirm that you are indeed a man of exceptional talent."

"So it's Prince Chu! This humble one greets Prince Chu!" Since everyone else was being so polite, Zhang Ping'an could also pretend to be very courteous, after all, one can't hit a smiling face!

"By the way, I'd like to ask Prince Chu about someone named Chu Tian. He's supposedly one of your brothers. I wonder if Prince Chu knows him?"

Chu Shijie shook his head: "I'm sorry, I, Chu Shijie, have never called Chu Tian 'brother.' Young Master Zhang must have mistaken you for someone else."

"I see..." Zhang Ping'an nodded. It seems that Brother Chu is not from the Rong Prince's Mansion. He might be the heir of the Wu Prince.

"Husband, come over here!" Lu Qingyin gently waved to Zhang Ping'an from a short distance away.

Zhang Ping'an pointed and said, "Excuse me, Your Highness, my wife is calling me."

"Please make yourself at home, Mr. Zhang." Chu Shijie smiled and gestured for him to proceed, his attitude very gentlemanly.

Zhang Ping'an walked to Lu Qingyin's side, and Lu Qingyin immediately whispered, "That was the heir of Prince Rong. No matter what he said to you, you must not offend him."

Zhang Ping'an replied indifferently, "I understand."

"Are you Zhang Ping'an, the author of 'The roc rises with the wind, soaring ninety thousand miles high'?"

A pretty little head peeked out from Lu Qingyin's plump conscience.

"You are..." A look of amazement flashed in Zhang Ping'an's eyes. It was a very pure and clean face.

Her large, clear eyes, like those of a celestial being, were untouched by the filth of the mortal world.

However, when the girl stood in front of Zhang Ping'an, Zhang Ping'an instantly calmed down.

It's such a pity that such a pure-eyed girl is actually heartless.

"This is Princess Yunshang from the Qingyuan Marquis's residence," Lu Qingyin introduced.

"This humble servant greets the Princess!" Zhang Ping'an gave a very formal salute.

"We're out here for fun, can't you be a little more formal?" Shen Yunshang said, somewhat displeased.

Zhang Ping'an lowered his hand and smiled slightly: "Alright, I'll listen to the princess."

Just then, Chu Shijie's voice suddenly rang out from the front: "Everyone, please be quiet. I, the young master, will announce the agenda for this Chrysanthemum Appreciation Ceremony."

The scene gradually quieted down, and the twenty-odd young men and women all stared curiously at Chu Shijie in front of them.

Chu Shijie cleared his throat and continued, "This chrysanthemum appreciation event will be divided into two parts. The first step, as usual, is to help farmers."

"The second step is to return to the wild chrysanthemum garden to admire the chrysanthemums, drink wine and compose poems, and talk about ideals and life together."

It must be said that this heir of Prince Rong is very organized.

"Alright, enough chit-chat, let's go!"

Neither the original owner's memories nor Zhang Ping'an himself in later generations had ever witnessed the activities these wealthy second-generation heirs of ancient times engaged in.

He had no recollection of anything about helping farmers, so he was quite curious at the moment.

These rich kids are quite philanthropic; they treat helping farmers as a fun project.

He followed two steps behind Lu Qingyin and arrived at the farmland area at the foot of Baiyun Mountain with these people.

The rapeseed planted here is in full bloom, creating a golden expanse that is a feast for the eyes.

"Everyone, let's start looking for creative inspiration. Come back and gather in fifteen minutes."

Chu Shijie stood on the edge of the ground and shouted loudly.

"Wow, it's so beautiful!"

Shen Yunshang clasped her hands together, gazing in amazement at the golden rapeseed field.

Zhang Ping'an saw two women who had already spread their arms and were dancing gracefully in the rapeseed field, stepping on a patch of rapeseed.

Seeing this, Lu Qingyin also looked eager to try.

Suddenly, she turned to Zhang Ping'an and said, "Why don't you come in and find some inspiration too? You'll be exchanging ideas with Mr. Li Du later, so don't embarrass me."

Zhang Ping'an was speechless: "Seriously, you're just going to ruin the people's crops like this?"

Lu Qingyin gave her a look that said, "You've never seen anything like this before, you're making a fuss over nothing." She replied, "We've already given the farmers enough money in advance to compensate for the losses here."

After saying that, he walked excitedly into the rapeseed field, circled around in the golden sea of ​​flowers, and even picked two rapeseed flowers and put them on Princess Yunshang's head.

Then, the two women giggled and laughed, which was a delightful sight.

Zhang Ping'an frowned slightly. Although he could understand the actions of these second-generation rich kids and knew that the farmers in this field might be hoping that these second-generation rich kids would choose their land, as a child from the countryside, he couldn't stand seeing them wasting food like this.

"Young Master Zhang, are you moved by such a beautiful scene?"

Chu Shijie, who had been quietly observing Zhang Ping'an, walked over and asked with a smile.

Zhang Ping'an's gaze was deep: "I'm deeply moved."

"Oh, Mr. Li Du will be here soon. With Young Master Zhang's literary talent, he will surely be able to compete with Mr. Li Du."

Zhang Ping'an turned to look at him: "Then he's definitely not as tall as me."

"Huh?..." Chu Shijie didn't understand Zhang Ping'an's joke.

"Haha, just kidding. I've long heard of Mr. Li Du's great name. I'm too ignorant and incompetent to compare with him!"

In any case, praising Li Du was praising himself, and Zhang Ping'an spared no praise.

Chu Shijie patted Zhang Ping'an on the shoulder with a forced smile: "Young Master Zhang is too kind. Who doesn't know of Young Master Zhang's literary talent? Young Master Zhang, please don't disappoint us later!"