Start practicing from marrying the disfigured princess

After a stick of incense.

Ren Pingsheng placed the little fox on the ground, put on his robe, stood up, and stretched his waist.

"Comfortable."

Don't tell me, after rutting for a while, the little fox's depression dissipated a lot.

No wonder when I was in school, there were several cat cafes opened in the nearby commercial street.

If you have nothing to do, petting the cat will really relieve your stress.

"Speaking of which, the little fox was a bit strange today. His body was stiff all the time and he didn't make a sound from the beginning to the end. It's not like he always cooed and coquettishly before... Could it be that he is homesick?"

Ren Pingsheng looked at the back of the little fox, without thinking much, and said casually: "Stop running around, go back to the house and sleep. I will take you out of the city to play in a few days when I have free time."

The little fox turned a deaf ear and faced the corner, leaving him with only a lonely back.

"you……"

Ren Pingsheng opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but before he could speak, he heard Xiao Nuxia's voice coming from outside the door.

"Who should I take to play?"

Xiao Rongxue held the embroidered spring knife in her hand, leaning against the courtyard door, and asked coldly.

"it."

Ren Pingsheng pointed at the little fox.

Xiao Rongxue turned to look, her face softened a little, and she said, "Rather than taking it to play with, you should think more about how to deal with King Jin."

Hearing this, Ren Pingsheng's heart sank and he asked: "Prince Jin was not punished?"

"Not really."

Xiao Rongxue said: "It's just that he was not severely punished... The emperor's decree has not yet come down, but according to the news from the palace, King Jin was imprisoned in the imperial edict.

The property of Prince Jin's palace, including the mansion, was all transferred to the internal funds, all the retainers were dismissed, and all the wives entered the palace. It was nominally to facilitate the visit of Prince Jin, but in fact it was no different from being imprisoned. "

Speaking of this, he sighed leisurely: "Actually, no prince or prince has ever been punished like this in the past hundred years, but compared with his crime, it is still a little worse. I originally thought that at least he should be deprived of his title of prince. , demoted to common people."

Ren Pingsheng frowned slightly, thought for a few seconds, and asked, "Do you know how long he will be imprisoned?"

"have no idea."

Xiao Rongxue shook her head and guessed: "It should be more than ten years, otherwise Xu Ruxian will not give up."

If it's ten years, you don't have to worry about it in the short term.

I was afraid that he would be released after being locked up for a year and a half.

In that case, we really have to find a way to strike first.

certainly.

For now, the fact that King Jin is still alive is a hidden danger that needs to be eradicated, but not as urgently as before.

"I know, I will find a way to deal with him." Ren Pingsheng nodded slightly and said.

Xiao Rongxue hummed, turned around and prepared to go back to the house. A casual glance saw that his forehead was covered with cold sweat. She couldn't help but think of the last time he was afraid of bothering her and endured the pain. She couldn't help but ask: "Are you okay?"

Ren Pingsheng looked confused: "What can happen to me?"

Xiao Rongxue looked at his lower abdomen, where he had refined the golden elixir.

After hesitating for a while, he still said: "If you feel uncomfortable, come to me. Don't endure it alone. Sooner or later something will go wrong. But if I don't rest for one night, I can still survive."

The words fell.

The fox in the corner turned his head suddenly, widened his eyes, and stared at Xiao Rongxue.

She could tell at just one glance that the young man wearing a unicorn suit and holding an embroidered spring knife was a woman disguised as a man.

Not only did the women disguise themselves as men, they also used masks to hide their true appearance.

"The prince of Zhenbei, Ren Pingsheng... is really a good trick. No wonder he showed restraint and courtesy in front of Chang An. It turned out to be a hidden beauty in the golden house. His acting skills are so realistic that he even deceived me."

A sneer appeared at the corner of the fox's lips, and he looked at Xiao Rongxue with disdain in his heart: "There is this person who blatantly seduced a married woman and said he could survive without resting all night. He is really shameless! "

Don't blame her for misunderstanding.

Ren Pingsheng felt a little strange when hearing Xiao Nuxia's words. If he hadn't looked at her serious face, he would have thought she was driving.

Ren Pingsheng suppressed the urge to tease the heroine, with a gentle smile on his face, and replied: "It's indeed okay. If I need it, don't tell me, I will go find you myself."

"Okay...I'm going back to rest."

Xiao Rongxue didn't think there was anything wrong with her words, so she took the embroidered spring knife and returned to the bedroom.

Seeing this, Ren Pingsheng picked up the broken knife and walked back to the house as well.

Walking to the door, he stopped, looked at the little fox sitting in the corner, and asked in a higher voice: "Aren't you going back to the house to sleep?"

The little fox turned a deaf ear and huddled up in a ball, lying in the corner and closing his eyes.

Why did you go to sleep under the tree?

Reminiscing about life in the wild?

That’s all.

As long as you don't run around, it will be the same wherever you sleep.

Ren Pingsheng didn't think much and closed the door.

He put the broken knife on the table, took off his coat, went to bed, and fell asleep soon.

Hazy.

When he noticed someone entering the house, he was startled and subconsciously wanted to reach for a knife.

At this time, I suddenly realized that I couldn't muster any strength.

"what happened?"

Ren Pingsheng was shocked and tried all his strength to open his eyes, but he could only open them a little for a while.

Through the gap, you can vaguely see a graceful figure appearing in front of you.

Looking up, he saw the familiar veil, the eyebrows and eyes with delicate light makeup, the looming bright red lips, and the white and slender swan neck exposed when he raised his head.

His eyes gradually turned downward.

What you see is the long hair hanging down around your waist, a flat belly, and a pair of straight and even calves with soft and smooth lines.

"Is it...Chang An?"

Ren Pingsheng's heart skipped a beat, and his eyes became extraordinarily deep.

The figure trembled slightly, as if he was making an extremely important decision.

After struggling for a while, I finally made up my mind and followed the method recorded in the first chapter of the "Yin Yang Liang Yi Heart Sutra" and slowly knelt down on the chair.

outside the window.

The moon is dark and the wind is high, the breeze blows, the leaves make a rustling sound, and the branches sway slightly.

The light rain pattered down, drenching the tree trunks.

as time flows.

A strong wind and rain came.

The branches swayed violently in the strong wind and were almost broken.

The heavy rain poured down, hitting the dense branches and splashing foam.

The rainwater slid down the branches and soaked into the mud, making it wet.

…………

Outside the dream, everything is normal.

The moon and stars are sparse, and the breeze blows slightly.

Luo Qingmo, the leader of Tianzong, was drowsy when he suddenly felt something. His furry ears stood up instantly, fluttering, and his eyes looked at the wooden door of the main room.

There was nothing there.

Except that Ren Pingsheng's breathing was slightly rapid, there was nothing abnormal.

But at a certain moment just now, she did feel Chang An's aura.

"Weird thing."

Luo Qingmo murmured in his heart and lay down again. His small body curled up into a ball and fell asleep unconsciously.

…………

The next day.

Ren Pingsheng opened his eyes, feeling light-headed and dizzy.

It's also groggy, but it's different from the wedding night.

After the wedding ceremony, when I woke up in the morning, I could feel a dull soreness all over my body.

But this time, I felt nothing except dizziness.

There is no doubt that everything that happened last night was just a dream.

but……

Are there really such real dreams in the world?

It was so real that he couldn't tell whether it was true or false. He was reluctant to even use the Pure Heart Jade for fear of interrupting the opponent's rhythm... cough.

All in all, compared to the previous dreams of Little Green Tea, this dream was much more real.

Not surprisingly, the strength of the soul of the person who enters the dream far exceeds his own.

Could it be Chang An?

This is the most likely person.

But the question is...what is she planning?

It is also impossible to practice the "Yin Yang Liang Yi Heart Sutra" in the dream, which has no benefit at all in improving one's cultivation level.

Coming to such a place, apart from being able to enjoy more than half an hour of happiness in a dream, and waking up feeling refreshed, there seems to be nothing else.

I thought about it for a while, but still had no clue.

Ren Pingsheng might as well not worry about it.

It's in a dream anyway, and it has no impact on reality. Just enjoy yourself in the moment.

With this thought in mind, he opened the sign-in system.

[Sign in successfully, power +1]

A familiar chime sounded.

Ren Pingsheng got up and changed his clothes, took the broken knife, opened the door, and started practicing.

It was the same for the next two days.

Suddenly, when he was free, he was still not used to it, so he teased the little fox from time to time.

However, for some reason, the little fox seemed to be very resistant to his touch. Every time he touched it, his body became stiff and occasionally trembled. It was different from the previous soft little fox who could also coo and coquettishly. completely different.

If it hadn't left Ren Mansion.

Ren Pingsheng thought it was a fox.

In addition, it is worth mentioning that since the last time I dreamed about Chang An, I have not dreamed again for three consecutive days.

To be honest, it's still a bit of a pity.

After all, although it is just a dream, the sensory experience is extremely real and almost indistinguishable from reality.

In short, the days passed day by day.

In the blink of an eye, it is already the seventh day of July.

The Qixi Festival, also known as the Qiqiao Festival, is the only festival among the many festivals in the Great Zhou Dynasty that is dominated by women.

In the capital, both young girls who have not left the palace and married young women will worship the Seventh Sister on this day, but the purpose is different. One is to pray for marriage, and the other is to pray for blessings and make wishes.

July is full of fire and the weather turns cooler.

early morning.

The blue sky is clear and translucent, with no floating clouds. It is less bright and dazzling and more peaceful and calm.

Ren Pingsheng got up and changed his clothes, called a guard and asked him to bring a basin of warm water.

He added some hair care herbs to it and carried it to the next door.

As soon as we entered the yard, we saw the little green tea with its buttocks raised and placing fruit on the far side of the stone table.

"Miss Chuyue." Ren Pingsheng called softly.

Jiang Chuyue turned to look at him and saw that he was holding a basin in his hand. Her eyes lit up and she stood up straight. She looked like she was touched and said in a trembling voice: "The prince is here to bathe others." It’s so touching, wow, I’m so touched.”

As he spoke, he reached out and wiped away the non-existent tears, blinking his big watery eyes.

Hair bathing on the Chinese Valentine's Day is a tradition in the Gyeonggi region. It is said that it can make women young and beautiful, and help unmarried girls find their right husband as soon as possible.

Ren Pingsheng came in with warm water, just to use this excuse to meet Chang An and see if she had calmed down.

If possible, I would like to test whether the dreams of the past few days are related to her.

This problem has troubled him for a long time.

If it wasn't Chang An, who turned into Chang An in the dream and galloped wildly.

If it was Chang An, why did she reject herself that day? Is it shyness or some other reason.

"Miss Chuyue misunderstood, I'm here to see Madam."

Ren Pingsheng watched Little Green Tea's performance calmly, unmoved at all.

"..."

Jiang Chuyue didn't expect him to refuse so simply. Her expression froze slightly, and she looked aggrieved: "Okay, I'm just being sentimental..."

After a pause, he added: "Sister, I don't want to see the Crown Prince today. The Crown Prince will come back in a few days."

Sure enough, it's true again.

Ren Pingsheng was used to being ignored, so he just said "I understand" and turned around to walk back.

Jiang Chuyue looked at his back, pursed her lips, raised her voice, and said to herself: "Jiang Chuyue... you are obviously a little maid that no one cares about, but you still always take yourself seriously. It's really Ridiculous."

The self-deprecating tone was pitiful.

People who don’t know will definitely feel distressed after hearing this.

But Ren Pingsheng knew.

This is just one of the many ways Little Green Tea attracts itself.

"..."

Ren Pingsheng stopped and turned to look at Jiang Chuyue, with a look of helplessness on his face: "Miss Chuyue, why don't we be more honest?"

Seeing that he really stopped, Jiang Chuyue's pretty little face showed a hint of joy, she winked playfully, her voice was soft and soft: "Then if you are honest with the Crown Prince, will the Crown Prince give you what you want?"

Ren Pingsheng answered very decisively: "No."

Little Green Tea: "..."

Ren Pingsheng shrugged: "You have to tell me first, what do you want?"

"What do you want..."

Hearing this, Little Green Tea fell into thinking. As she thought about it, a blush appeared on her pretty face.

Ren Pingsheng: "..."

She was thinking about some random things that Ren Pingsheng was too lazy to care about and couldn't care about.

Today, he has more important things to do and has no time to play guessing games with Little Green Tea here.

"Miss Chuyue slowly thinks about it, I still have something to do, so I won't accompany you."

Ren Pingsheng said something casually, turned around and left.

"Wait a moment."

At this time, Jiang Chuyue stopped him: "I've already thought about it."

Ren Pingsheng stopped and looked at her.

Jiang Chuyue pursed her lips, lowered her eyes and said, "I want the heir apparent..."

At this point, it stopped abruptly.

Seeing that Ren Pingsheng had no reaction, he pouted and continued: "I'll give him a shower."

"Mufa?"

Ren Pingsheng glanced at the window of the main room, with a look of hesitation on his face.

When washing your hair, you may inevitably touch your cheeks, ears, or neck.

In this era where men and women are not close to each other, there is no doubt that only those who are close to the woman can do it.

It would be okay if there was only one Little Green Tea, but would it be inappropriate if Chang An was still there?

After struggling for a few seconds, he chose to refuse: "I specially prepared this basin of water for your senior sister, and added many medicinal materials..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Little Green Tea: "But Senior Sister doesn't want it... People will never take things that Senior Sister wants, but if Senior Sister doesn't want things, they can take them and use them. It will be fine after all."

As he said that, he turned his head and glanced at the window, with a bright smile on his eyebrows: "Besides, senior sister is very generous, and she won't mind if others use things that senior sister doesn't want."

Ren Pingsheng could naturally hear the meaning of his words.

He raised his eyes and looked at the window, hoping that Chang An would react, even if he didn't scold Little Green Tea, he would just call her.

only.

After waiting for a few breaths, the courtyard was still quiet.

If Chang An acquiesced to Little Green Tea, it was something she didn’t want.

Although I know that Chang An has a mental illness and is not good at expressing emotions.

Ren Pingsheng still felt uncomfortable. He looked at Little Green Tea, nodded slightly, and said only one word: "Okay."

Little Green Tea didn't notice anything unusual. She happily walked to the stone table and blinked: "Your Majesty, it's right here."

"good."

Ren Pingsheng placed the wooden basin on the stone table, put his hand on the back of Little Green Tea's head, and said in a gentle tone: "Lower your head."

"Um."

Little Green Tea responded obediently and slowly leaned down, her slender waist slightly arched.

The sound of rushing water sounded.

Fingertips traced across neck and cheeks.

The rising electric current coursed all the way from the tailbone.

Wet traces of water suddenly fell along the long hair, into the collarbone, and snaked down, soaking the skirt of the clothes.

Little Green Tea's body trembled involuntarily.

After a stick of incense.

Ren Pingsheng wiped her long hair with a handkerchief, his movements careful and gentle.

Little Green Tea's heart was pounding, and her breathing was getting faster and faster.

"alright."

Ren Pingsheng felt that the wiping was almost done and reminded him softly.

"Your Majesty..."

Jiang Chuyue turned around and almost fell down.

Ren Pingsheng's strong and strong arms hugged her in time, and his palms were clasped on her slender waist to stabilize her unbalanced body.

Little Green Tea's pretty face and earlobes turned red. She stretched out her hands and climbed up to his chest. She opened her pink lips lightly and spoke in a soft voice, as if she was coquettishly speaking to the person she loved: "Oh... Your Majesty, I'm so cold."

The words just fell.

Chang An's cold voice came from the room.

"Chu Yue."

Little Green Tea turned a deaf ear and raised her head slightly, her wet eyes turning into autumn water as she gazed at his face, her voice softened: "It's really cold."

inside the house.

Chang An raised his voice: "The first month."

The voice was as cold as ever.

"It seems that Chang An is not as indifferent and indifferent as imagined."

Ren Pingsheng raised a smile, loosened his hands, and reminded softly: "Miss Chuyue, the lady is calling you."

Little Green Tea realized something, reached out and grabbed the corner of his clothes, opened her pink lips slightly, and looked like she wanted to say something but stopped.

A few seconds later, reason overcame emotion again.

At this moment, she finally realized that from beginning to end, she was just a tool used by the prince to provoke her senior sister.

She loosened her slender little hand, lowered her eyes slightly, and whispered: "Sir, take care."

This time she was really a little aggrieved.

Ren Pingsheng's attention was mostly on Chang'an, and he did not notice the abnormal mood of Little Green Tea. Without saying much, he nodded slightly and turned away.

The breeze blew gently, and the light coolness caressed the early morning of late summer, rippling the idle sorrow on the ground.

Jiang Chuyue stood there, watching Ren Pingsheng's back getting farther and farther away until he disappeared from her sight.

A trace of soft sadness came quietly.

She didn't approach her senior sister like she did twice before, and told her with a smile that she also wanted to practice the Yin-Yang Heart Sutra.

Or she half-jokingly said that if she didn't mind, she would be willing to share her worries.

She just pushed open the door very calmly, came to her senior sister, and said seriously: "Senior sister, it's boring to stay in the capital, I want to go back to the north."

Chang An looked at her with cold eyes, without saying a word.

A few seconds later.

Little Green Tea pouted aggrievedly and said angrily: "The prince is so annoying. If he comes to me in the future, I will deal with him myself! I will never pay attention to him again!"

Chang An knows his junior sister's temperament very well. It is very consistent with her age. Emotions come and go quickly. She is easy to get excited, but she will not remember it too much if she is wronged.

Therefore, after thinking for a few seconds, she slowly said: "What should I do if I pay attention to him?"

"..."

Jiang Chuyue obviously didn't expect her senior sister to ask such a question. She was stunned at first, and then said firmly: "If you pay attention to him again, he is a dog!"

…………

On the other side.

Ren Pingsheng left the mansion, got on his horse, and went straight to the door of Mu Mansion.

He knocked on the door, and after a while, the door slowly opened.

A doorman carefully poked his head out, looked at Ren Pingsheng vigilantly, and asked indifferently: "Who are you? What's the matter?"

Ren Pingsheng said: "Ren Pingsheng of Zhenbei Palace, I have an appointment with Miss Mu Rou to attend the banquet together today, please inform me."

"Zhenbei Palace..."

The doorman was stunned at first, then realized something, and widened his eyes: "Are you the prince of Zhenbei?"

"It's me." Ren Pingsheng nodded slightly.

"Please wait a moment. I will report right away."

The concierge became enthusiastic when he learned of Ren Pingsheng's identity: "How about you come in and sit down first?"

With the help of those who are interested.

Most people in the capital already know that the prince has been running around for the Mu family, and finally prompted His Majesty to change his mind.

It is for this reason.

Everyone in the Mu family regards him as a lifesaver.

Ren Pingsheng did not think so, and a gentle smile appeared on his face: "Just wait here."

"Okay, I will be back soon."

The concierge did not dare to neglect and turned around and left in a hurry.

He hurriedly came to a courtyard and stood at the door: "Miss, the prince is here and is waiting for you at the door. He said that he has an appointment with you to attend the banquet today. What do you think?"

In the courtyard.

Mu Rou was holding a copy of "Nie Xiaoqian" in her hand, watching it attentively. When she heard the voice of the concierge, she was slightly startled.

After a few seconds, she suddenly realized that today was the Qixi Festival, and she had promised to accompany the prince of Zhenbei to attend the Qixi Literary Festival.

"Yeah."

Mu Rou responded, turned to look at Qiu'er, and said softly: "Sister Qiu'er, I'm bothering you."

"No trouble."

Qiu'er didn't know what happy thing she was thinking of, her eyebrows were full of smiles, and she helped her young lady stand up.

"Sister Qiu'er, help me to see the prince."

"Okay!"

Two incense sticks later.

With Qiu'er's support, Mu Rou walked out of the house and came to Ren Pingsheng. There was no expression on her face, and her tone was as gentle as always: "Hello, Mr. Ren."

Ren Pingsheng looked at her and smiled gently: "Miss Mu looks better than before."

Mu Rou's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she didn't speak.

She knew her own body best, and it was not an exaggeration to say that it was getting worse.

Every time she opened her eyes, she could feel that her condition was a little worse than before.

I'm afraid that in less than a year, she wouldn't even be able to stand up.

Ren Pingsheng observed her expression and changed the subject: "The Qixi Literary Festival will be held at Yirenju. Famous young talents in the capital will be present. I heard that many of them are handsome and talented. Miss Mu can take a look at them more."

Mu Rou heard this and a trace of confusion appeared in her eyes.

He asked her to accompany him to the Qixi Literary Festival. Isn't it to get closer to her and enhance friendship?

If so, why let her take a look at others more?

Just wondering.

A carriage drove over from not far away and stopped steadily.

"The carriage has arrived, Miss Mu, please get in."

Ren Pingsheng stood beside the carriage, lifted the curtain, and said softly.

"Thank you, Mr. Ren."

Mu Rou said softly, and with the help of the little maid, she got on the carriage with difficulty.

Seeing this, Ren Pingsheng told the driver: "Go slowly on the road. If you encounter debris, try to detour and avoid bumps. Do you understand?"

"I understand." The coachman nodded heavily.

Ren Pingsheng said no more, got on the horse, and went straight to Yirenju.

Half an hour later.

The entrance of Yirenju was quite lively.

There was a row of carriages parked along the roadside, all decorated quite luxuriously.

In comparison.

The carriage of the Mu Mansion looked rather shabby.

The coachman controlled the horse, gradually stopped, and reminded: "Miss, we are at Yirenju."

As soon as the voice fell.

A young servant in blue came over and asked: "Do you have an invitation?"

"This..."

The coachman looked embarrassed and turned to look at the curtain.

A few seconds later, Mu Rou's voice came from the curtain: "No."

The young servant in blue said: "Today's Qixi Literary Meeting, without an invitation, you are not allowed to enter, and the carriage cannot stop!"

The coachman said: "We are here with the prince."

He had seen many people like this today, trying to sneak into the literary meeting in the name of dignitaries and curry favor with the powerful.

Hearing this, he didn't think much and said casually: "It's useless to follow anyone. We only invite talented scholars and beautiful women to the Qixi Literary Festival held by Yirenju. I advise you to go back early. There will be more and more people later, and it will be difficult for your carriage to go out."

The voice fell.

The voice of a young man came from behind.

"They are my friends. This is the invitation."

This voice sounds familiar.

The blue-clothed servant was slightly startled, turned his head and saw a handsome face.

"Zhenbei Wangzi?!"

He was shocked and his voice trembled a little: "I didn't know they were your friends, I..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw the handsome young man waved his hand, looking unconcerned.

"It's okay."

The blue-clothed servant was relieved when he heard this.

Ren Pingsheng took back the invitation, walked to the carriage, opened the curtain, and whispered: "Miss Mu, we are here."

"Yes."

Mu Rou seemed to have no strength to speak more, and responded softly, and got off the carriage with the help of Qiu'er.

Seeing this scene, Ren Pingsheng suddenly felt a little regretful.

If I had known that the little Taoist's condition was getting worse, I shouldn't have brought her out again.

If I didn't see anyone I liked today, I would select a few talented people with good family backgrounds and handsome looks next time, and send them to the little Taoist for her to select.

A burst of random thoughts.

Ren Pingsheng walked beside Mu Rou, and together with Qiu'er, blocked a small area and walked slowly towards Yirenju.

This scene naturally attracted the attention of many people.

Soon, someone recognized Ren Pingsheng's identity and whispered.

"That's the Prince of Zhenbei, Ren Pingsheng."

"The Prince of Zhenbei... is he the talented person who wrote "It's Hard to Travel?"

"Not only "It's Hard to Travel", but also those 41 Farewell Poems at Zuihua Pavilion."

"41 Farewell Poems at Zuihua Pavilion?"

A talented person looked confused.

He was from Jiangdong and didn't know what happened in the capital recently. Before this, he had never heard of "Farewell Poems at Zuihua Pavilion".

Next to him, a talented person in the capital explained: "Some time ago, the Prince of Zhenbei bid farewell to the military sons who went south to fight in Zuihua Pavilion. There were 41 people in total, so he wrote 41 poems. Each one of them was a masterpiece, and some of them were even masterpieces handed down from generation to generation.

Now in the capital, these 41 poems have been widely circulated, and everyone calls them "Farewell Poems at Zuihua Pavilion."

All around.

The scholars who came from other places to participate in the literary meeting all looked a little strange when they heard this.

Writing 41 poems in a row, all of them were excellent works, and some of them were even masterpieces handed down from generation to generation... Who would believe it?

Anyway, they didn't believe it.

Although they didn't believe it, they didn't show it.

After all, the other party was the prince of Zhenbei. If they offended him, they would probably end up badly.

With this thought, the Jiangdong talent responded casually: "That's really amazing."

Then he changed the subject and talked about something else: "By the way, who are the two girls next to the prince of Zhenbei?"

"I don't know, I've never seen them before."

"If I remember correctly, the prince of Zhenbei has a wife, Princess Chang'an. Today is the Qiqiao Festival. He came to attend the literary meeting. He didn't bring his wife, but a strange woman. It's really strange."

Everyone whispered.

After a while, someone finally recognized Mu Rou and whispered: "That's Mu Rou, the little Tianshi of Tianshi Mansion."

The voice fell.

Everyone looked surprised: "Tianshi Mansion is located in the northern border and has a very good relationship with Zhenbei Palace. It's not surprising that they are walking together."

In a whisper.

Ren Pingsheng and Mu Rou walked into Yirenju.

As soon as he entered the door, a scholar from the capital who admired him greeted him enthusiastically: "Meet the Poet Champion!"

Poet Champion?

Where?

Ren Pingsheng and Mu Rou both looked confused and turned their heads to look at the same time, their movements were exactly the same, very tacit.

"..."

The scholar from the capital froze when he saw this scene and was speechless for a while.

At this time.

Several other scholars came forward to greet him: "Ren Shikui, I have engraved your poem "The Road is Hard" on my desk. I recite it every day before reading. It is really magnificent. I still feel excited when I read it now, and I can't calm down for a long time."

"And the last of the forty-one poems in Zuihua Pavilion, lying down late at night listening to the wind and rain, and dreaming of iron horses and icy rivers, is heroic and tragic, which makes people respect it."

Looking at the enthusiastic scholars in front of him.

After being in a daze for a while, Ren Pingsheng finally came to his senses.

Good guy, it turns out Shikui is myself.

aside.

Mu Rou still looked confused.

Is Ren Pingsheng the best poet?

Why have I never heard of his poetry in all these years?

What do these words about the difficulty of traveling and the forty-one farewells from Zuihua Pavilion mean?

"My good friend is frail and sick. I have to send her to her seat to rest first. I'm sorry that I can't talk to you in detail."

Ren Pingsheng did not expect these scholars to be so enthusiastic about him, so he hurriedly raised his voice and interrupted them.

The words fell.

There was a look of disappointment on the faces of the scholars, but they quickly returned to normal and left one after another.

at this time.

A handsome young woman walked over with a smile on her face: "Your Highness, your seat has been reserved for you, right at the front."

Ren Pingsheng looked in the direction of her finger, thought for a moment, and asked, "Can you find a secluded location for me?"

Hearing this, the female shopkeeper glanced at Mu Rou and immediately understood. She nodded with a smile: "That's natural. The slave family will lead the prince over."

After a stick of incense.

The female shopkeeper led the three of them to a secluded corner. They had a good view and could see most of the guests clearly without attracting attention.

"Your Majesty, do you think it's nice here?" the female shopkeeper asked with a smile.

"Yes, that's it."

Ren Pingsheng nodded with satisfaction and looked at her: "Girl, do you have a blanket here that can be used to cover your legs or cushion the chair?"

"Yes, I will go get it now."

The female shopkeeper responded, turned and left. After a while, she brought two exquisitely made blankets, one was placed on the chair, and the other was handed to Ren Pingsheng.

"If you have any instructions, Your Majesty, please feel free to call the slave family."

"Thank you."

After exchanging a few words, the female shopkeeper turned and left.

Ren Pingsheng moved the chair behind Mu Rou and said softly: "Miss Mu, please sit down."

This is the first time that a man of the same age has taken such meticulous care of me.

A warm current surged through Mu Rou's heart, and she gently sat on the chair, speaking in a gentle tone: "Thank you, Mr. Ren."

Ren Pingsheng handed the blanket to Qiu'er, sat down not far from her, and joked with a smile: "Miss Mu can think of other names when she is free. I feel it won't take long. Thank you so much, Mr. Ren, my prince." Tired of hearing that too.”

Another name...

Mu Rou blinked, being playful for once, and said with a smile: "Thank you Ren Shikui."

"..."

Ren Pingsheng had a mouthful of tea stuck in his throat and almost choked.

Mu Rou found it interesting and asked curiously: "Why do they call Mr. Ren Shikui? What are the forty-one farewells of Difficulty on the Road and Farewell to Zuihua Pavilion?"

Little Celestial Master is a literary girl.

If you chat and talk about poetry on weekdays, you will definitely expose your flaws, so it is better to tell the truth.

After thinking about this, Ren Pingsheng said: "When I was in the north, I met a foreign master who wrote many poems. Many of them are excellent. I have memorized them. Occasionally, I read one or two poems, and others think it is me. made.

I explained it at the beginning, but no one believed it. Later I didn’t bother to explain it, so I just thought it was written by me. Those people called me Shikui because of these poems. "

As he spoke, he recited Difficulties in Traveling and several famous farewell poems.

"Good poem, good words."

After hearing this, Mu Rou's eyes brightened slightly, and she looked at Ren Pingsheng with even more curiosity. She blinked and asked softly, "What's the name of the worldly master Mr. Ren mentioned?"

Ren Pingsheng said seriously: "Tang and Song Dynasties."

Tang and Song Dynasties...

Is there really such a master in the world who doesn't care about reputation at all, but can produce dozens of masterpieces?

Mu Rou was skeptical and didn't say much.

Right now.

A woman's voice sounded in Yirenju.

"The theme of today's literary conference is... Chinese Valentine's Day!"