Seeing his sincere words, Mu Qingwan thought that although she sincerely admired him, she had come to approach him for her own purposes. She couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed when he faced him being so frank. Based on this feeling of guilt, she also

I couldn’t refuse anymore, so I happily wrote:

Among the flowers of land and water, the most lovely ones are sweet flowers. The wise hermits only love chrysanthemums. Since the prosperous times, people have loved peonies. I only love the lotus, which emerges from the mud but is not stained.

No vines or branches, the fragrance is far away and clear, the trees are planted quietly

, you can look at it from a distance but don’t play with it. I call chrysanthemum, the hermit flower; peony, the flower of wealth; lotus, the noble flower. Alas! The love of chrysanthemum is rarely heard in the world; the love of lotus is also rare.

, Who can I share with you? Peony’s love is suitable for everyone.

As soon as he started writing, Cheng Fengge's ecstatic voice sounded in his ears:

"Wonderful! Coming out of the mud but not stained, washing the pure ripples without being evil! It's really wonderful! I didn't expect little Murong to be so secretive."

As he spoke, he laughed while holding the painting and circling around the room, murmuring: "Mom, today my son has finally fulfilled his long-cherished wish. When you read this article about Ai Lian, you can smile with joy."

Mu Qingwan looked at his dissolute appearance and couldn't help but think of his mentor in his previous life. He was an archaeologist. Every time he made a new discovery, he was so crazy that he could stay in the laboratory all day long, forgetting to eat and sleep, talking about those things.

The elated appearance of the treasured antique is comparable to that of Cheng Fengge now.

After waiting for a long time, there was no sign that Cheng Fengge had returned to normal. Mu Qingwan couldn't help but feel a little worried. Just as she was about to speak out, the young man in Tsing Yi who had been standing quietly aside said:

"Mr. Murong, our young master has not been so happy for a long time. Please let him be happy for a while. As for tomorrow's literary gathering in Luo City, since the young master has promised you, he will definitely not break the appointment. Please, Mr. Murong

Don’t worry.”

Mu Qingwan thought about it, glanced at Cheng Fengge, nodded to the boy, opened the door and left.

*

The dim lights swayed in the huge hall, and the flying and shaking gauze curtain in the center of the hall reflected two naked bodies entangled in an ambiguous relationship.

The woman's soul-stirring moans came intermittently from the tent, mixed with the man's slightly heavy breathing.

The room is full of spring colors.

I don't know how long it took, but the gauze curtain finally stopped shaking. A pair of slender and strong hands slowly lifted the curtain, and a cold voice sounded from the inner hall: "Xiao Shunzi, send Concubine Yang back to the palace."

"Yes." The eunuch named Xiao Shunzi bowed and walked to the tent, and said calmly, "Your Majesty, please."

The gauze curtain trembled slightly again, and a pair of crystal clear lotus feet stretched out, and then a very haggard but still beautiful face was revealed. Her phoenix eyes were full of love, and her cherry lips were red.

Her whole body was still trembling from the aftertaste of passion. At this moment, she frowned slightly, clinging to the man's naked body weakly and bonelessly, and said in a tired voice:

"Your Majesty, my concubine..."

The man threw her hand away, and his slender body covered with crystal beads of sweat stood up without any hesitation. He opened his arms and let the palace maid who had been waiting for him put on his robe, and walked into the hot spring in the side hall without looking back.

Pool.

When Xiao Shunzi saw the concubine on the bed, she still refused to leave. There was boredom in her brows, but she had to say sincerely:

"Your Majesty, you should leave quickly. Your Majesty must be aware of the emperor's rules. No concubines are ever allowed on this dragon couch. The example of Madam Li last time is still there..."

Concubine Yang's heart trembled, thinking of Concubine Li's fate, how could she dare to do it again? She quickly put on her clothes under the care of the palace maids and eunuchs. Before leaving, her beautiful eyes subconsciously glanced at the beauty portrait on the wall, thinking that even if the emperor just indulged in

Amidst the turbulent desire, the cold eyes were still fixed on the expression of the portrait, a sinister flash in her eyes, and she secretly swore in her heart:

One day, she will replace the woman in this painting!

The man washed all the filth from his body in the hot spring pool, then stood up and allowed the palace maid to put on a purple robe for him.

Walking back to the inner hall, the man in purple stood with his hands behind his hands in front of the statue of the beauty. He stared blankly at the smiling woman in the painting. After a long time, he said out loud: "Xuan'an is like the sea!"

The palace maids immediately lit up the lights in the inner hall one by one, and the dimly lit hall suddenly became bright and majestic.

After a while, Xiao Shunzi led a man in black into the inner hall, "Your Majesty, Vice General An is here!"

"I am like a sea to see you, Your Majesty."

An Ruhai knelt down respectfully to say hello, not daring to look at the domineering man.

This man is a born king. He doesn't need any words or ostentation to show it. His natural aura can make people surrender willingly with just one look.

"Get up."

The man in purple didn't move, his eyes were still fixed on the portrait, and he said calmly, "What's happened in Beiyan recently?"

An Ruhai knew that he was asking about the information he had found, so he hurriedly said to himself:

"It's still the same above the court, and Yun Lanshan still holds the power. As for the harem, the Empress Dowager Su Hanzhi was poisoned by the 'Nine-Hearted Begonia' and her death is about to end. But what's strange is that Xia Houlie is actually here.

At that time, he sent her to the palace in Luocheng, and the new queen of Beiyan, Mu Qingwan, also arrived in Luocheng at the same time as Su Hanzhi..."

"Oh?" The man in purple's eyes flashed, and his long and graceful fingers secretly clenched into a fist behind his back: "Keep talking."

"According to the spies' reports, Mu Qingwan made friends with celebrities in the literary world as soon as she arrived in Luo City. Even Cheng Fengge, who has the most unruly temper, bowed to her and promised her to attend the Luo City Literary Society tomorrow."

"I didn't expect time to fly by so fast. In the blink of an eye, the Luo Cheng Cultural Festival is here again." The man in purple made a moving arc at the corner of his mouth, and a hint of deep meaning flashed through his blue eyes as he stared at the portrait of the beauty. "You are ready, let's get ready now."

Just set off, you should be able to catch a glimpse of the beauty of Queen Beiyan."

"The emperor means..." An Ruhai looked up instantly, his eyes suddenly glazed over after touching the stunning face in the portrait, and he took a breath uncontrollably.

Hearing the sound of gasping, the smile on the purple-clothed man's lips instantly froze. An Ruhai was so shocked that he broke into a cold sweat. "Plop-" he knelt down with a cry: "This subordinate deserves to die!"

The man in purple turned his head and asked calmly: "Is she beautiful?"

An Ruhai's surprise was nothing trivial. He felt the oppressive breath coming from above his head. He didn't dare to breathe hard at all, and slurred: "Subordinate... I don't... I don't know..."

Looking at his face as pale as paper, the man in purple smiled faintly, turned his head and continued to look at the portrait, and after a while he said:

"Want to know who she is?" Although he asked An Ruhai, he didn't seem to be prepared to let him answer, so he said to himself: "You will know soon. Go down and get ready."

*

The next day, Cheng Fengge kept his promise and knocked on Mu Qingwan's door early in the morning.

At this time, the coldness had returned. Mu Qingwan knew that nothing happened to Su Hanzhi, so she couldn't help but feel relieved. She and Cheng Fengge had breakfast together, and the four of them walked to the venue where the cultural gathering was held.

This year's cultural gathering is scheduled to be held at "Langgan Xiaozhu", a villa in Luocheng owned by Shen Qingying, one of the four great talents.

To put it bluntly, such literary competitions are literary competitions. Many literati are envious of the reputation of the Four Talents and want to challenge them. Therefore, after the selection of the Four Talents, the main content of each literary competition is that people from all over the country

Literary talents from all over the country competed. The four great talents served as the examiners and the contemporary scholars served as the judges. The most outstanding person was selected. This person's reputation would spread throughout Northern Yan and even the entire Xiling Continent overnight.

Of course, due to the absence of Cheng Fengge, the previous literary gatherings had not been able to bring the four great talents together, and this cultural gathering was particularly grand and unprecedented. Not only did Cheng Fengge, but also Xiahou Che, the sixth prince of the current dynasty, come to supervise the formation in person, which shows that

It shows the emperor’s friendship and support for various literary schools.

At this moment, there was a large arena in the middle of the huge garden. The great Confucians were already seated, and the talented scholars who came to participate in the competition were sitting on a few rows of chairs slightly lower. The area around the arena was empty.

It was packed with people who came to watch the excitement. It was really a huge crowd of people, which clearly shows everyone's expectations and attention to this cultural conference.
Chapter completed!