"Hmm?" Ming Lingyi was now desperate to change the subject.
Ming Chengyu said, "Yesterday, I had a gathering with a few old friends. Many of them know about the event at the restaurant. They even wrote some poems and asked me to bring them over. I put them in the wooden box under the counter. Do you want to take a look later?"
Ming Lingyi's eyes lit up. "Your friends from the old poetry society?"
She had long known that her brother and Zhang Sifan had founded the Xianyun Liushui Pavilion together.
Besides Zhang Sifan, the poetry society had quite a few other well-known scholars in its early days.
Ming Chengyu nodded. "The very same."
