After a while, she suddenly felt something cool and soft was imprinted on her forehead, and her breathing began to be rapid again, but she still dared not open her eyes or move around.

Seeing her stiff appearance, Xiahou Lie smiled helplessly, lowered his head and kissed her again. The tip of his tongue brushed her fine eyelashes. At this moment, he was trembling because of fear, and brushing his thin lips lightly, as light and soft as a feather. This intimate feeling made his heart softer.

She was a little confused by his tiny and frequent kisses. After a while, she finally reached out to push him, but was hugged tighter by him. However, the kissing movement did not continue, and his head was resting on her shoulders and gasping.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Mu Qingwan felt a little anxious: "How is Ruxue?"

Xiahou Lie opened his eyes and looked at her angry look, smiled softly, and pinched her nose, "There has been no news from the Queen Mother, that little beast should be safe."

Such familiar intimate behavior made Mu Qingwan froze all over. She subconsciously looked up. When she saw Xiahou Lie's face, a hint of disappointment flashed in her eyes. Although it was extremely fast, she did not escape his eyes.

His face suddenly sank, and the strength of holding her was increasing involuntarily. Mu Qingwan's heart beat, remembering the scene of being occupied by him after the dinner, and was desperately thinking about a way to rescue her.

After thinking for a long time, I didn't think of any good idea. So I just made up my mind, timidly approached and kissed him.

She has never kissed anyone on her own initiative. She has always been conservative. She has always treated her like a jewelry and never kissed her lips. Even at the closest time, she only kissed her forehead at most.

She once asked him why, but he smiled helplessly, saying that he was afraid that he would not be able to help hurt her for a while.

So in this regard, she is so innocent that she is so immature.

But she was so young, but Xiahou Lie's whole body trembled as if it was powered on. He felt her soft and magnificent lips gently holding his, licking it awkwardly like a kitten, biting it lightly, and the butterfly-like eyelashes gently brushing his cheeks.

He despicablely didn't want to take the initiative and enjoyed her rare tenderness.

But soon, Mu Qingwan discovered a problem. In the past, she was forced to kiss the other party. Now, except for licking and gnawing, she didn't know what to do next. She recalled what Xiahou Lie had done to her just now. She flashed her inspiration and timidly poked her tongue into his mouth.

Xiahou Lie had almost no resistance to Mu Qingwan like this, and she broke through the defense line and rushed in. Mu Qingwan was secretly happy, but the joy did not last long. She didn't know what to do, and her tongue ran helplessly in his mouth, and she didn't know what she was going to do.

After running around like this for a long time, I realized that Xia Houlie was still stiff and his face was still expressionless. It seemed that this move was useless to him, so I should just bear his anger obediently.

She looked sad and her tongue was about to withdraw, but suddenly a strong force was pressed towards him on the back of her head. Then her tongue was rewind back to his mouth by a fierce aura. She was dizzy when she felt that she was about to be kissed to death by him. Only then did he let her go and said fiercely:

"If you dare to think of another man in front of me in the future, you will understand the consequences!"

Mu Qingwan nodded in a depressed mood, despising her weakness and incompetence, but thinking that she would be free the day after tomorrow, she felt better. Han Xin, a famous general back then, could endure the humiliation of the underworld. Now for freedom, she has to endure it. Anyway, there is no benefit to fight him head-on, and in the end it is her only the one who suffers.

The posture of his hugging her was still as domineering as ever. He put one hand under her neck and the other hand around her waist, confining her entire body in his arms. However, this time, she turned her back to him and changed to face to face. The two of them breathed and the scorching breath he emitted passed by all over her face. She was a little uncomfortable with such intimacy, and subconsciously buried her head in his neck to avoid his breathing.

However, her unintentional behavior made Xiahou Lie very satisfied, and even a rare smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

After a while, Xiahou Lie suddenly said, "Actually, if you say Ruxue is Showa today, it might be able to escape."

Mu Qingwan immediately looked up and said, "Why?"

"The Empress Dowager is Showa's biological mother, so no matter how much she wants to vent her anger for Yunluo, she has to worry about her own son."

"What? Queen Mother Yun is Showa's biological mother?" Mu Qingwan opened her eyes wide and was a little disbelief.

Xiahou Lie's eyes were deep, "Although they were mother and son, Showa was taken by his father to raise Concubine Jin since he was a child, so his relationship with the Empress Dowager was almost zero. However, after the death of the emperor's brother, she was determined to support Showa as the emperor. After all, she was her own biological son. Even if she had no feelings, it would have been much better than letting an outsider be a person. So if Showa hadn't suddenly disappeared two years ago, and the emperor's grandmother strongly supported me, I'm afraid that Showa would be the emperor now."

When Mu Qingwan was in Western Chu, he heard that the woman he loved most in his life, Xiahou Lie's father Xiahou Guanglie. Later, Xiahou Guanglie was seriously ill and everyone thought that Yu's son would be elected as the crown prince, but the result was shocking. In Xiahou Guanglie's will, not only did he pass the throne to Yun Chuyi's son, but the eldest prince Yuan at that time, he also issued an order to send Xiahou Lie to Western Chu as a charity.

Later, the eldest prince Yuan ascended the throne and became emperor, but he was in poor health. Empress Dowager Yun and Prime Minister Yun were controlled by the government. It was not until his death that Xiahou Lie became the emperor. Unexpectedly, Empress Dowager Yun had the son of Showa besides Xiahou Yuan.

"Showa suddenly disappeared?"

Xiahou Lie nodded, "You should also see that Showa's temperament has always been unrestrained, indulged in piano, chess, poetry and painting, and his temperament is idle and wild crane. What he dislikes the most is the life of the palace with imprisonment and intrigue. What's more, from the example of the eldest brother, he had long known that once he sat on the throne, he could only become a puppet of the Yun family. Therefore, when he realized the intention of Empress Dowager Yun to support him as the emperor two years ago, he escaped from the palace. He had no news for two years, as if he had evaporated from the world. It was not until the death day of Concubine Jin's death that he did not come back."

Mu Qingwan's mind saw the sad sound of the flute and sad look on the day he first met Showa, and suddenly said, "It turns out that day was the death day of Concubine Jin."

Xiahou Lie looked down at her, remembering the day when he saw her and Showa standing together, he subconsciously hugged her arm tightly. Their personalities are so similar, even their temperaments are similar, and they are all determined to escape from the cage of the palace, which makes him feel a little out of place. This feeling is very bad.

Mu Qingwan didn't know his complicated thoughts, so she just frowned and snorted: "Can you let me go? The wound hurts very much."

Xiahou Lie seemed to have been stung for a moment, and immediately loosened his arm, but the soft force still kept her in a tight circle, and said with a little displeasure:

"Showa is not someone you can mess with, so you and him will not be allowed to go privately in the future."

Mu Qingwan smiled coldly: "Does the emperor warn me again, don't use those bad means to seduce the Sixth Prince?"

A sharp look flashed in Xiahou Lie's eyes, but his voice became calmer, "It's good that you know."

Mu Qingwan was so angry that she almost bit her teeth, but she knew that it was meaningless to argue with a domineering and shameless man like him. He had long believed in her heart that she was the kind of slut, forget it, let him misunderstand.

She let him hold it, closed her eyes blankly, and endured it. For the sake of future freedom, no matter how it would happen, she would grit her teeth and pass.

The sad and cold breath on her body made him feel a little uncomfortable, but it was a very ironic fact that she used the emperor's grandmother's illness as a bargaining chip for negotiations with him. She admitted it herself, and after meeting the sixth brother a few times, she talked and laughed with him, and tried her best to make a birthday cake to please him.

As her husband, she wouldn't bother to know about his birthday, let alone prepare gifts.

The more he thought about it, Xiahou Lie felt more and more depressed, but when he thought about it, why bother to care so much? She was just the object of revenge. At most, it could only be considered his chess piece against Yun Lanshan. After he overthrew the Yun family and completely tamed her, even if she cried and begged him at that time, he might have sent her back to Xichu, so that their entire Mu family would become a laughing stock in the world.

The moonlight outside the window was cold, and the two of them hugged each other. Their bodies were so close, but their hearts seemed to be separated by thousands of mountains and rivers.

*

Mu Qingwan has been in a good mood these days. First, she finally escaped from the suffocating palace, and second, she can finally go out of the street in men's clothing again.

Luocheng is a big city in the south of Northern Yan, with abundant resources. It is connected to Nanling to the south, Dongmo to the east, and Xichu to the south. It is a must-pass place and transportation hub for Northern Yan to go to Western Chu and Nanling. It gathers merchants from all over the country. Its prosperity and prosperity are the most important part of the entire Xiling continent.

The climate here is not as cold as the Qicheng in Kyoto. In addition, there are hot springs everywhere in the palace, and the climate is like spring all year round, which is indeed very suitable for Su Hanzhi to recover from illness.

Su Hanzhi's body needs to be maintained for several days before surgery. In the entire palace, there are Madam Jinru and Chu Yunxiu who serve their daily life. Of course, there are secret guards responsible for protecting their safety in the dark, including the cold feeling of sending Mu Qingwan here.

This matter is extremely secretive, so it is naturally not suitable for many people to know. Even Biying and Mo Ge, who helped Mu Qingwan cover up in the palace, didn't know the truth about her leaving the palace.

Su Hanzhi is an extremely enlightened person. She knew that Mu Qingwan was not willing to be restrained, so she urged Mu Qingwan to go out for a walk and relax every day, saying that she was enough to take care of Jinru and Chu Yunxiu. So during the first few days of arrival in Luocheng, she went out to wander around the streets almost every day. Of course, it was not just a trip, but to understand the customs and customs here and prepare for future plans.

Ever since she parted with Xiahou Lie that night, she has been thinking about how to make the plan faster, otherwise if she drags on like this, she still doesn't know when she will leave the palace.

To implement the imperial examination, if we cannot start from the court, we must start from the bottom and understand the ideological trends of the scholars here. If possible, they will jointly request the imperial examination to be implemented much faster than to make Xiahou Lie and Yunlanshan tit-for-tat.

After all, if the people in power in a country are smart and wise enough, they will never ignore the calls of contemporary great scholars and young scholars.

If these scholars can be united, their influence should be quite amazing.

"Master, it's too late, it's time for us to go back." Cold looked at the sky and whispered.

Mu Qingwan nodded, and the two of them got on the carriage and drove the car to the palace coldly.

When they returned to the palace, Su Hanzhi and others were already waiting at the table. When they saw her coming back, everyone had smiles on their faces.

"How did the girl get today?"

Su Hanzhi asked with a smile while pulling her down.

Mu Qingwan took the bowls and chopsticks handed over by Madam Jinru and thanked her, then replied: "Compared with the past few days, today's gains are the biggest."

Seeing her smile as if she was so curious, Su Hanzhi couldn't help but be even more curious: "Tell us quickly and listen to it."

"I just heard today that there is a grand literary gathering in Luocheng that will be held on December 12th. At that time, celebrities and poets gather. If I can make a name for myself, maybe I can achieve twice the result with half the effort."

Su Hanzhi looked at her confident appearance, with admiration in her eyes:

"The Luocheng Cultural Association is the largest annual gathering of literati in our Beiyan, also known as the 'Double Twelve Cultural Association'." She picked up a chopstick dish and put it in Mu Qingwan's bowl, and continued:

"At this time of year, Luocheng is unprecedented. Not only literati and students from all over the country gather together, but many foreigners also come to Beiyan to see the style of those talents. The famous four great talents of Beiyan were born from this literary society."

Mu Qingwan's eyes lit up: "Four Talents?"

Su Hanzhi nodded, "A poem was circulated in Beiyan before..."

Her eyes were far away and she slowly recited:

"Xuyang invites sweet and green, ink and water are long and the west wind cannot keep the old immortals. Water wears wind slap and enters the dream, dyeing all the beauty.

When the Chonglou meets the shadow of the Qing Tower, the evening rain brings coldness, and the smoke locks in the Xiangxiang romantic mood. Yesterday's phoenix song is again, and it is lighter than the world."

Mu Qingwan thought to herself, it turns out that the people here have known how to write lyrics for a long time.

"This poem talks about the four great talents today, Luo Ganbi, Xiao Shuimo, Shen Qingying, and Cheng Fengge. The first half of this poem talks about Luo Ganbi and Xiao Shuimo. One is as bright as the sun, and the other is as delicate as the sky and the clear water. Although their talent and thoughts are now like springs, they still make people fascinated when they recall it in their dreams. The second half of the section talks about Shen Qingying, which is about the peak state of his literary talent. Unfortunately, this talented man comes from a noble family, so he writes poems with some playboy spirit of a noble young man, and often revolves around small feelings, and the things he writes are often sad."

Mu Qingwan nodded suddenly, "The last sentence 'Yesterday Fengge is again, I am so lightly that the world' must be Cheng Fengge. It seems that this person is the most amazing among the four. Although the whole poem does not comment on him, it occupies all the romanticism and only blames God. How can you easily promise a person like Cheng Fengge to the world?"

"The girl analyzed it very well, but this person has a strange temper and his whereabouts are a mystery. People can still know his true face. The contemporary great scholars who hold the Luocheng Cultural Association every year strongly invite him to participate, and he has never appeared once. It is said that if anyone can invite Cheng Fengge, he will be regarded as a guest of honor by all the great scholars of the Luocheng Cultural Association, and from then on, he will be the leader in the literary world of Northern Yan."

Mu Qingwan's eyes were bright, "It seems that my task next is to visit this mysterious talent."

"Does the girl want to challenge Cheng Fengge?" Su Hanzhi looked at her with a smile. Seeing her nodding, she couldn't help but smile: "This person has never been exposed, how can you find him?"

"There is nothing difficult in the world, I'm afraid of those who are interested. I'll try it first. If I really haven't found it before the literary meeting, I can only blame myself for being unlucky."

"There are five days left before the Wenshu, so you have to hurry up."

Mu Qingwan nodded, and the two of them ate and chatted. Time flies quickly. At night, they helped Su Hanzhi with acupuncture and massage as usual before they fell asleep.

I woke up very early the next day and went to the market with Leng Yi. But I got nothing at the end of the day, and this happened for the next three days.

On the fifth day, Mu Qingwan had no hope at all, but wandered on the street with no interest. Leng Yin said that she was in a low mood and was busy searching for new things to attract her attention. "Master, look ahead, someone is performing a stroll."

Mu Qingwan followed the place where he pointed and found that someone was performing acrobatics. She had watched such a performance in modern times and was much more exciting than this. However, Leng Yi also had a good intention to make her happy, and it was not easy to disappoint him. So she pretended to be very interested and followed him to the side.

I saw a rope hanging between two poles about ten meters high. The artist was doing various difficult movements on it, sometimes standing upside down, sometimes jumping, and sometimes catching heavy objects thrown from the hands of his companions next to him. It was really thrilling, which caused the audience to be amazed.

Mu Qingwan couldn't help but admire these people's superb skills, which was already a very top acrobatic performance in ancient times.

After appreciating, I felt better. When I saw a small stall selling tofu brain next to me, I pulled Leng Yi down and ordered two bowls, and slowly drank it. Just as I was about to go back home, a noise came from under the willow tree not far away. A scholar wearing a crown and a belt sat in the middle. The crowd next to me was surrounding him and saying something.

Mu Qingwan's heart moved and her steps couldn't help but step over.

It turned out that a scholar in Qing Dynasty sold poems while placing a card. Each poem was priced at 50 es. He was fined 20 es.

A woman came forward and asked to write the theme of the round fan in her hand. The scholar was lifting the pen to write, but the woman said that the red characters should be used as rhyme. The scholar wrote on the paper without thinking:
To be continued...