Chapter 117 Improvisation

"Of course, how could I joke about such a thing? If you don't believe me, go ask Jingtian."

Pei Mo turned his head and glanced out the window, and realized that it was getting late. He put down the book in his hand, picked up Murong Qing's slim waist, and walked towards the bed.

"Okay, I've been reading late enough today. Let's go and rest with my general."

The implication was self-evident. Murong Qing couldn't help but blush with embarrassment, but his body was honest and he followed Pei Mo to the bed obediently.

Early the next morning, Pei Mo changed into court clothes and went to court. Murong Qing warmly waited on him to get up, had a quick breakfast, and went directly to the poetry competition.

After Yan Jingtian released the news, many literary celebrities in Beijing wanted to come and try it.

When Murong Qing rushed to the scene, she found that the place was already crowded with people. Those who came to sign up were all well-known men of letters in the capital. Some of them were familiar to her, while others she had never met before.

"Oh my gosh, I didn't expect these literati to be so interested in the luminous pearl." Murong Qing couldn't help but sigh in her heart when she saw that these people had extraordinary temperament, but they flocked to the luminous pearl.

But when I think that the night pearl is a priceless treasure, I feel relieved.

After all, who in the world doesn’t love money?

Murong Qing was thinking as she prepared to go to the registration desk to sign up.

But just as he walked to the square in front, he saw the third prince coming from a distance.

"Why is the third prince here?" Murong Qing was surprised. Without any time to think about it, he quickly turned around and ran behind a pillar and hid in a hurry.

Compared with these department celebrities, I am nothing. If the third prince discovers me, wouldn't it be embarrassing?

Pei Mo and the third prince were sworn enemies, and she didn't want to lose her place in front of the third prince.

But by chance, the third prince had already seen her from a distance.

"I'm talking about Miss Murong, why did you hide when you saw me? It seems that you are hiding from this prince." The third prince smiled, but in his heart he seemed to be waiting to see Murong Qing's joke, "It makes me seem like

It’s so scary, don’t be like this.”

Murong Qing took a look and realized that he might not be able to get around the third prince today. After thinking about it, a bright smile appeared on his face.

"Ouch, what did the third prince say?" Murong Qingming smiled brightly, which made the third prince's heart move slightly, "I was walking in a hurry just now, and I didn't see the third prince. Please forgive me."

As Murong Qing spoke, he bowed respectfully and bowed to the third prince.

"If the Third Prince has nothing important to do, then I will leave." Murong Qing left a hasty sentence and planned to leave.

"Hey," when the third prince saw this, he quickly stretched out his hand to stop Murong Qing, "We just met, can we chat, why are you so anxious?"

"What do you want to talk about, Third Prince?"

Murong Qing pondered for a moment and saw that the third prince was deliberately trying to find trouble with him and would not let him leave. He was so anxious that he followed his plan and followed his words.

"But I'm also very curious," Murong Qing raised his eyebrows, with a hint of joking in his eyes, "I heard that this is the registration site for the poetry competition held by Marquis Yan. Is it possible that the third prince came here to express his interest in this competition?

Are you also interested?"

The third prince's face was calm, but his tone was very proud: "Even the emperor knows about this poetry competition, and the participants are all literary leaders in the capital, or they are geniuses. The emperor felt that this matter was very grand, so he sent me

The prince comes to supervise, does Miss Murong have any objections?"

Murong Qing understood. He quickly pretended to be very respectful and saluted: "It turns out that the emperor sent the third prince here, so I won't disturb him. Third prince, please excuse me."

As he spoke, Murong Qing turned sideways and made way for the third prince.

But the third prince didn't seem to be planning to leave. A pair of curious eyes kept looking at Murong Qing.

"Ms. Murong hasn't told this prince yet, what are you doing here?" The third prince looked thoughtful, as if he was not ready to leave until he got the answer.

"Of course I'm here to sign up too." Murong Qing did not hide his intention.

But the next second, she heard the third prince's slightly mocking laughter.

"Haha, Miss Murong is not joking, right?" The third prince looked in disbelief, causing the followers behind him to also mock him.

"Do you know who are participating in the poetry conference this time? They are all celebrities in the literary world of the capital. Which one of them is not top-notch in literary talent?"

The third prince ignored Murong Qing's embarrassment and smiled wildly: "Ms. Murong wants to compete with these people. Isn't she a bit fanciful?"

The followers behind him also laughed happily, but Murong Qing did not have any extreme reaction, but smiled coldly.

"I won't let the Third Prince worry about my affairs. I'll take my leave." Murong Qing had no expression on his face and left without paying any attention to the Third Prince and his entourage.

There was a burst of laughter behind her, but she didn't care about it anymore.

"That's great. I was worried that there was no reason to sign up for this competition, but God helped me!"

Turning around and walking to a place where no one was around, Murong Qing suddenly became excited and clenched her little fists in excitement.

"Third Prince, Third Prince, you thought you had hit me, but unfortunately it backfired. You have helped me a lot."

She was worried that she had no reason to participate in this poetry competition, but she didn't expect that the third prince would help her.

Back at the General's Mansion, Murong Qing told Pei Mo about the incident and pretended to be particularly angry.

"The third prince looks down on women so much and says that it is virtue for a woman to be without talent. Then I must insist on this!"

Murong Qing pouted his mouth angrily: "I am determined to participate in this poetry competition!"

Pei Mo believed this matter to be true, and felt aggrieved for Murong Qing in his heart. After hearing what she said, of course he wanted to strongly support his wife.

"Okay! My wife is ambitious, so let's win the championship in the poetry competition and make the three princes angry." Pei Mo cheered Murong Qing up and vowed to support her unconditionally.

Murong Qing's face was filled with surprise, and he turned around and locked himself in the study room, preparing to study hard all night.

There was a mountain-like pile of books on the table in the study room, all of which were about poetry anthologies. Murong Qing opened the book and read two pages before feeling drowsy.

"Hey, it seems that reading is not something that ordinary people can do. Why do I get more and more sleepy as I read?" Murong Qing opened his arms and yawned, his eyelids already feeling a little heavy.

She had not liked reading since she was a child, so she had no choice but to improvise this time.

But my willpower was still a little weak, so I fell asleep on the table with a plop after reading a few pages.
Chapter completed!