"If you want to invite young talents, just invite young talents. Why bring up my teacher?"
On the day of the lotus appreciation banquet, Tang Xiaobai recalled the cold expression on Mr. Zhang's face that day, still feeling awkward enough to want to hit someone.
"Isn't your teacher a talent?" The culprit, without any sense of wrongdoing, smiled brightly like a flower in the fading light.
Pingyang Princess's lotus appreciation banquet was set for the evening of the first day of June.
The sky gradually darkened as the lights became brighter.
Along the corridors, among the flowers and trees, skirts flowed like waterfalls, silk robes like frost, scarves wrapped around faintly visible jade arms, under the neck snow-white skin tinted with fragrance, illuminated by contrasting shadows, exuding elegance everywhere.
Today, indeed, many young talents were invited to the lotus appreciation banquet.
