C27 He Got Married by Accident

The garden pavilion.

"What is the envoy doing? I was just joking with you. . . " Lyi Ziqing's face turned ugly when he saw Yang Xuanyin write dozens of poems.

Her long and slender eyebrows, which were even longer than a woman's, wrinkled slightly. Even the beautiful outline of her face seemed to have some awkwardness.

Writing poems? No, he was here to get some information out of her. .