Chapter 6

Xue Qingyin happily picked the flowers on her head and stuffed them into King Xuan’s palm: “Take it, I’ll leave.”

King Xuan curled his fingers instinctively.

The petals immediately fell two pieces, and the edges of the flower were also crumpled, and the juice stained his knuckles.

"Miss Xue."

"Miss Xue?"

"Miss Xue is here?"

There was a sound outside the bushes.

Wen Hui's expression changed slightly: "This is the voice of the little eunuch beside King Wei."

King Xuan did not speak out.

Xue Qingyin's figure gradually covered the shadows of the trees.

Wen Hui sighed and said, "What's the matter? Why did you give the flowers to you?"

King Xuan looked at his hand.

His hands have clear joints, strong and powerful hands, and have killed many people.

He held swords, tiger talismans, reins, and necks of enemy generals.

But I have never held a flower.

This flower is beautiful and fragile.

King Xuan had no reason to have a ridiculous idea—

It seemed as if he was holding the beautiful and fragile Xue girl like a flower in her palm.

Xue Qingyin walked along the sound in this room and was not easily lost.

She met the little eunuch straight: "Are you looking for me?"

When the little eunuch saw her, he was stunned at first.

Look again immediately.

Yes, there is a lilac-colored dress, but there is a cloak outside. There are flowers? Why don’t you wear flowers on your head?

"Who asked you to come and find me?" Xue Qingyin asked him again.

"Your Highness of the King of Wei is afraid that the girl will get lost, so he sent me to come." The little eunuch muttered in his heart. He looked so beautiful that there would be no second Xue family girl. It must be her right.

Xue Qingyin sighed in her heart.

Well, it seems that I can't escape it.

I don’t know what He Songning moved, but why did this leave an impression on King Wei?

The little eunuch led her out.

Before I walked far, I met the maid.

The maid was holding paper, ink, pen and inkstone in her arms. When she saw her, she was relieved: "I'm so scared that I didn't see the girl when I came back."

Xue Qingyin smiled and said, "You are frightened. I'll tell my mother to reward you with money."

The maid turned surprised and laughed, "It's all about being a slave, how dare you receive the reward?"

"I'm going to see my elder brother, you go together." Xue Qingyin said again.

"Then these..." The maid looked down at the things in her arms.

"Of course I'll take it with me."

"this……"

"Go away."

The maid was afraid of losing her to the person again, so she had to hurry up and follow her first.

But the little eunuch did not take her to the table, but walked towards another pavilion.

The pavilion is higher, with heavy curtains hanging around it. Once it falls, you can't see the scene inside clearly.

After Xue Qingyin sat down, the little eunuch rolled up a corner of the curtain for her. Looking out from this corner, you can clearly see He Songning... and King Wei.

The little eunuch said: "It's been half a tour now, and it won't take long before the eldest son of the mansion will come to see you."

As he was talking here, someone stood up at the table over there.

The man was slender and wearing a Muli on his head, so he must be a woman.

She raised her glass to honor the King of Wei and wanted to confront the King of Wei.

Finish the poem.

Another man stood up and said, "My sister loves reading..."

I think it was also an older brother who brought his sister to the poetry party.

Could it be that I am also thinking about King Wei?

Xue Qingyin was drowsy when she heard this, so she lowered her head and started cutting paper and drawing cards.

The maid cuts.

She painted.

But when the King of Wei was here, he felt a little impatient when he looked at the graceful and elegant young woman.

There was already a talented woman in his mansion, but she had no fun in the boudoir except for poetry and prose.

He just wrote a poem, just to ask the girl of the Xue family to sit in the pavilion and take a look. His literary talent is not inferior to her brother.

That's good. This woman stood up and treated him with poetry... so no wonder he was ruthless.

The King of Wei compared the woman to another poem without mercy.

He said, "Let my sister only read Liu Shu, and she wrote a poem that is tender and elegant, so she might as well read a few more books."

This sounds like a suggestion.

In fact, it is merciless.

It was said that she had not read a few books, so she came to sway in half a bottle.

The woman had a thin skin and sat back in one go. She didn't dare to wipe her tears, and she never dared to speak again.

I believe that the girl of the Xue family should have seen his literary talent and knew that he was not a passionate person, but he liked him as a beautiful woman. His love is unique and can never come if others ask for it.

The King of Wei put down his wine glass with satisfaction.

Not long after, King Xuan came to the table.

Everyone stood up to greet each other.

The King of Wei smiled and said, "Where has my brother been there? It's really not easy to invite you today. Please sit down, punish three glasses of wine, and then write a poem."

Everyone knows that King Xuan is a military general, so how can he have the leisure to dance and ink every day like King Wei?

No one dares to ask King Xuan to write a poem.

A faint tit-for-tat smell spread in the air.

King Xuan walked straight to King Wei: "Since you are the elder brother, have the emperor forgotten the preface of elders and young people?"

The King of Wei looked gloomy, but then he smiled again: "Yes, I forgot... Brother should ask for a seat."

The King of Wei reluctantly gave up his position.

King Xuan said lightly: "Is there a brave man in your mansion? Come out and dance a sword for me to see."

King Wei's face became stiff again.

This is said...it seems like he is the host of today's poetry meeting.

The King of Wei threw the question back: "Don't you write a poem?"

King Xuan's tone was still plain: "I only offered a poem to my father on his birthday."

How dare we compete with the emperor?

The others were so scared that they hurried out to smooth things over.

The smarter one rushed out in a quick way: "The grass people can dance swords, and I'm afraid they won't be able to ascend to the elegant hall. Today I will dare to play in front of His Highness Xuan."

At this point, the King of Wei had to shut up.

Seeing that the poetry meeting turned into a sword dance meeting, Xue Qingyin was a little interested.

She looked over.

First, I saw King Xuan sitting there with a straight body.

Then there is the scholar who dances the sword.
To be continued...