Start practicing from marrying a disfigured princess

Chapter 122
After a stick of incense.

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

"Comfortable."

Not to mention, after rua for a while, little fox, the depression in his heart dissipated a lot.

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

It's okay to lick the cat, it really relieves the pressure.

"Speaking of which, today's little fox is a little strange. His body has been stiff all the time, and he hasn't made a sound from the beginning to the end. It's not like he used to act like a baby... Could it be that he is homesick?"

Ren Pingsheng looked at the little fox's back, didn't think too much, and said casually: "Don't run around, go back to the house to sleep, and take you out of the city to play when you are free in a few days."

The little fox turned a deaf ear, facing the corner, leaving only his lonely back.

"you……"

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

"Who are you taking to play?"

Xiao Rongxue held the Xiuchun knife in her hand, leaned against the gate of the courtyard, and asked calmly.

"it."

Ren Pingsheng pointed at the little fox.

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

Hearing this, Ren Pingsheng's heart sank, and he asked, "Did King Jin not be punished?"

"Not at all."

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 Prison.

All the family property of Prince Jin's mansion, including the mansion, belonged to the internal funds, all the retainers were dismissed, and all the wives entered the palace. In name, it was convenient to visit King Jin, but in fact it was no different from being imprisoned. "

Speaking of this, Youyou sighed: "Actually, in the past hundred years, no prince or prince has ever been punished like this, but compared with his crimes, it is still worse. I thought that at least he should be deprived of the 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?"

"do not know."

Xiao Rongxue shook her head, guessing: "It should be more than ten years, otherwise Xu Ruxian will not let it go."

In ten years, there is no need to worry in a short time.

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

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

of course.

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

"Understood, I will find a way to deal with him." Ren Pingsheng said with a slight nod of his head.

Xiao Rongxue hummed, turned around and was about to go back to the room, she glanced casually, but saw cold sweat on his forehead, couldn't help but think of the last time he was afraid of troubling himself and endured the pain, couldn't help asking: "Are you okay?"

Ren Pingsheng looked blank: "What can I do?"

Xiao Rongxue looked at the position of his lower abdomen, where was his refined 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 you will suffer from it. But if you don't rest all night, I can still survive."

The voice fell.

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

She could tell at a glance that this young man in a unicorn suit and holding an embroidered spring knife was a woman disguised as a man.

Not only women disguised themselves as men, but also used masks to hide their true appearance.

"Ren Pingsheng, the prince of Zhenbei... really is a good trick. No wonder he behaved self-denial in front of Chang An. It turns out that he is a charming girl in the golden house, and his acting skills are so realistic that he even deceived me."

The corner of the fox's mouth curled up into a sneer, and he looked at Xiao Rongxue with disdain in his heart: "There is also this person who so blatantly seduces a married man, and even said that he can survive without rest all night, he really has no shame! "

No wonder she misunderstood.

Xiao Nuxia's words made Ren Pingsheng feel a little strange when he heard her, if he didn't see her serious face, he would have thought she was driving.

Ren Pingsheng suppressed the urge to tease the heroine, and with a gentle smile on his face, he replied: "It's really all right. When I need it, don't tell me, I'll go find you myself."

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

Xiao Rongxue didn't feel that there was anything wrong with what she said, so she took the Xiuchun knife and went back to the bedroom.

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

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

The little fox turned a deaf ear to it, curled up in a ball by itself, lay in a corner, and closed his eyes.

Why did I go to sleep under a tree?

Memories of wild life?

That's it.

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

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

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

hazy room.

When he noticed that someone had entered the house, he was startled and subconsciously wanted to reach for the knife.

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

"what happened?"

Ren Pingsheng was startled, he tried his best to open his eyes, but he only opened them a little after a while.

Through the gap, I could vaguely see a graceful figure appearing in front of my eyes.

Looking up is the familiar veil, the eyebrows and eyes with delicate makeup, the looming bright red lips, and the white and slender swan neck exposed because of looking up.

The line of sight is gradually downward.

What he saw was long hair hanging down his waist, a flat belly, and a pair of straight, well-proportioned, soft and smooth calves.

"It's... Changan?"

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

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

After struggling for a while, I finally made up my mind and slowly knelt down on the chair according to the method recorded in Chapter 1 of the "Yin Yang Liang Yi Heart Sutra".

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, drenching the tree trunks.

as time flows.

A squall came.

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

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

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

…………

Outside of the dream, everything is as usual.

The moon and stars are sparse, and the breeze is blowing slightly.

Luo Qingmo, the lord of Tianzong, was drowsy, and suddenly felt something, his furry ears popped up, fluttering, and his eyes looked at the wooden door of the main room.

There, there is nothing.

Except for Ren Pingsheng's shortness of breath, there was no abnormality.

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

"Strange thing."

Luo Qingmo muttered something in her heart, and lay back on her stomach again. Her small body curled up into a ball, and she fell asleep unconsciously.

…………

The next day.

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

The same drowsiness, but different from the wedding night in the bridal chamber.

After the bridal chamber, when I woke up early in the morning, I could feel a dull ache all over my body.

But this time, nothing but dizziness.

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

but……

Is there really such a real dream in the world?
It was so real that he couldn't judge the authenticity, even he was reluctant to use the Jingxin Jade, for fear of interrupting the opponent's rhythm...cough.

All in all, compared to Little Green Tea's Yuanshen entering the dream before, this time the dream is much more real.

Not surprisingly, the soul of the dreamer is far stronger than himself.

Could it be Changan?
This is the most likely person.

But the question is... what is she planning?
In the dream, he couldn't practice the "Heart Sutra of Yin and Yang Liangyi", which was of no benefit to improving his cultivation.

Come to such an event, besides being able to enjoy the joy in the dream for more than half an hour, and waking up refreshed, there seems to be nothing else.

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

Ren Pingsheng simply didn't worry about it.

Anyway, it is in a dream, and it has no effect on reality, just enjoy yourself in time.

With that in mind, he opened the sign-in system.

[Sign in successfully, power +1]

The familiar beep sounds.

Ren Pingsheng got up and changed his clothes, took the broken knife, pushed open the door, and began to practice.

It was the same for the next two days.

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

But, for some reason, the little fox seems to be very resistant to being touched by him. Every time he touches it, his body is stiff, and occasionally trembles, just like the soft little fox before completely different.

If it weren't for it never leaving Renfu.

Ren Pingsheng thought he had changed to a fox.

In addition, it is worth mentioning that since the last time I dreamed about Chang'an, I haven't dreamed again for three consecutive days.

To be honest, I'm still a little sorry.

After all, although it was just a dream, the sensory experiences were all extremely real, almost indistinguishable from reality.

In short, the days passed by.

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

Qixi Festival, also known as Qiqiao Festival, is the only festival that focuses on women among the many festivals in Dazhou.

In the capital, whether it is a girl who has not left the court or a young woman who is married, they will pay homage to 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.

In July, the weather turns cold.

early morning.

The blue sky is clear and bright, there are no clouds floating around, it is less bright and dazzling, and more peaceful and calm.

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

Add some hair care herbs to it, and carry it to the next door.

As soon as he entered the courtyard, he saw Little Green Tea sticking his buttocks up, placing Qiaoguo on the far side of the stone table.

"Miss Chuyue." Ren Pingsheng called softly.

Jiang Chuyue turned her head to look at him, and saw that he was holding a basin in his hand, her eyes lit up, she stood up straight suddenly, and said in a trembling voice with a look of being touched: "The son is here to bathe him. You posted it, woo woo, so touching."

As he spoke, he reached out to wipe away the tears that didn't exist, and blinked his big watery eyes.

It is a tradition in the Gyeonggi area to wash hair on the seventh day of the seventh day. It is said that it can make women young and beautiful, and let unmarried girls find a good 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 calmed down.

If possible, by the way, try to see if the dream a few days ago has something to do with her.

This question 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 would she reject herself that day?Is it because of shyness, or for some other reason.

"Miss Chuyue misunderstood, I'm here to find my wife."

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 put on an aggrieved look: "Okay, I'm just pretending to be sentimental..."

After a pause, he said again: "Senior sister doesn't want to see the son today, the son will come back in a few days."

Sure enough, it was the same again.

Ren Pingsheng was already used to being shut down, so he just said "Got it" before turning around and walking 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 who no one cares about, and you always take yourself seriously. Ridiculous."

Self-deprecating tone, pitiful.

Those who don't know will feel distressed when they hear this.

But Ren Pingsheng knew.

This is just one of the many ways that Little Green Tea uses to attract itself.

"..."

Ren Pingsheng stopped in his tracks, turned his head to look at Jiang Chuyue, with a look of helplessness in his brows: "Miss Chuyue, why don't we be more frank?"

Seeing that he really stopped, Jiang Chuyue showed a gleam of joy on her pretty face, she blinked playfully, and said softly, "Then he is honest with the prince, will the prince give him what he wants?"

Ren Pingsheng answered decisively: "No."

Little Green Tea: "..."

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

"What do you want..."

Hearing this, Little Green Tea fell into deep thought, thinking about it, a blush rose on her pretty face.

Ren Pingsheng: "..."

What messed up she was thinking, Ren Pingsheng was too lazy to care about it, and he couldn't care about it.

Today, he has more important things to do, so he doesn't have time to play guessing games with Little Green Tea here.

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

Ren Pingsheng said something casually, turned around and was about to leave.

"Wait a moment."

At this moment, Jiang Chuyue stopped him: "I've already made up my mind."

Ren Pingsheng stopped and looked at her.

Jiang Chuyue pursed her lips, lowered her eyes and said, "I want a son..."

Speaking of which, stop abruptly.

Seeing that Ren Pingsheng didn't respond, he pouted and continued, "Give me a haircut."

"Show hair?"

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

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

In this era when men and women are not intimate, there is no doubt that only those who are close can do it for women.

If there is only one little green tea, it's fine, but Changan is still there, wouldn't it be inappropriate?
After struggling for a few seconds, he chose to refuse: "I specially prepared this basin of water for your senior sister, and added a lot of medicinal materials..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Little Green Tea: "But the senior sister doesn't want it... People will never grab what the senior sister wants, but if the senior sister doesn't want it, people can take it and use it. It's okay after all."

As he said that, he turned his head and glanced at the window, with a bright smile on his brows: "Furthermore, Senior Sister is very generous, and she definitely won't mind if people use things that Senior Sister doesn't want."

What he said meant something, Ren Pingsheng could naturally hear it.

He looked up at the window, hoping that Chang An would respond, even if he didn't reprimand Little Green Tea, he could just call her.

just.

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

Chang An acquiesced to Little Green Tea's words, 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 was still feeling uncomfortable, looked at Little Green Tea, nodded slightly, and only said one word: "Okay."

Little Green Tea didn't notice any abnormality, walked happily to the stone table, blinked and said, "My lord, it's right here."

"it is good."

Ren Pingsheng put the wooden basin on the stone table, put his hand behind Little Green Tea's head, and said softly, "Low your head."

"Ah."

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

The sound of rushing water sounded.

Run your fingertips across your neck and cheeks.

The rising current ran all the way from the tailbone.

Wet water marks fell into the collarbone unexpectedly along the long hair, winding down, and wet the skirt of the clothes.

Little Green Tea trembled involuntarily.

After a stick of incense.

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

Little Green Tea's heart was thumping, and her breathing became more and more rapid.

"All right."

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

"Sir..."

Jiang Chuyue turned around and almost fell.

Ren Pingsheng's firm and powerful arms embraced her in time, and his palms were clasped on the slender waist, stabilizing her unbalanced body.

Little Green Tea's pretty face and earlobes were flushed red, she stretched out her hand to climb his chest, her pink lips parted slightly, and her voice was soft and waxy, as if coquettishly affectionately towards the person she liked: "Wuuuuu...my son, I'm so cold."

The voice just fell.

Chang An's cold voice came from the room.

"Early month."

Little Green Tea ignored him, raised her head slightly, her wet eyes turned into autumn water and stared at his face, her voice was soft: "It's really cold."

In the room.

Chang An raised his voice: "Chuyue."

The voice was as cold as ever.

"It seems that Chang An is not as indifferent as he imagined, and doesn't care."

Ren Pingsheng smiled, let go of his hands, and reminded softly: "Miss Chuyue, Madam is calling you."

Little Green Tea realized something, stretched out her hand and grabbed the corner of his clothes, her pink lips parted slightly, as if hesitating to speak.

After a few seconds, rationality defeated sensibility 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 let go of her slender hands, lowered her eyes slightly, and whispered, "My son, go slowly."

This time it was really a little wronged.

Most of Ren Pingsheng's attention was on Chang An, and he didn't notice Little Green Tea's abnormal emotions. He didn't say much, nodded slightly, turned and left.

The breeze blows slightly, and the shallow coolness caresses the early morning in late summer, rippling the sorrows all over the place.

Jiang Chuyue stood where she was, watching Ren Pingsheng's back getting further and further away until she disappeared from her sight.

A trace of soft sadness came quietly.

She did not go up to her senior sister like the previous two times, and told her senior sister with a smile that she also wanted to practice the "Heart Sutra of Yin and Yang Liangyi".

Or half-jokingly, if the senior sister doesn't mind, I am willing to share the worries for the senior sister.

She just pushed open the door very calmly, came to the senior sister, and said with a serious face: "Senior sister, it's so 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.

After a few seconds.

Little Green Tea pouted aggrievedly, and said angrily: "The son is so annoying, in the future he will come to the senior sister, and the senior sister will deal with him by herself! I will never pay attention to him again!"

Chang An is very familiar with the temperament of her junior sister, which matches the young girl's age, her emotions come and go quickly, and she is easy to get on top of, but if she is wronged, she won't take it too seriously.

So, after thinking for a few seconds, she slowly said, "What should I do if I ignore him?"

"..."

Jiang Chuyue obviously didn't expect her senior sister to ask such a question, she was taken aback for a while, and then said firmly, "Talk to him again, he's a dog!"

…………

the other side.

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

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

A concierge poked his head out cautiously, looked at Ren Pingsheng vigilantly, and asked calmly, "Who are you? What's the matter?"

Ren Pingsheng said: "Ren Pingsheng of the Zhenbei Prince's Mansion has made an appointment with Miss Mu Rou to have a banquet together today, so I would like to ask you."

"Zhenbei Palace..."

The concierge was startled for a moment, then realized something, and widened his eyes: "Are you the son of Prince Zhenbei?"

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

"You wait a moment, the little one will report right away."

Knowing Ren Pingsheng's identity, the concierge immediately became enthusiastic: "Why don't you come in first?"

With the help of caring people.

Most of the people in the capital already knew that the son was running around for the Mu Mansion, which finally made His Majesty change his mind.

That's why.

Everyone in the Mu family regards him as a savior.

Ren Pingsheng didn't think so, with a gentle smile on his face: "Just wait here."

"Okay, little one will be right back."

The concierge didn't dare to neglect, turned around and left in a hurry.

He came to a certain courtyard in a hurry and stood at the door: "Miss, His Royal Highness has come down and is waiting for you at the door. He said that he made an appointment with you to have a banquet today, do you see?"

yard.

Mu Rou was holding a copy of "Nie Xiaoqian" in her hand, watching intently, and was slightly taken aback when she heard the doorman's voice.

A few seconds later, she suddenly realized that today is the Qixi Festival, and she had promised to accompany the prince of Zhenbei to attend the Qixi Festival.

"Ah."

Mu Rou responded, turned her head to look at Qiu'er, and said softly, "Sister Qiu'er, I'm sorry to trouble you."

"No trouble."

Qiu'er didn't know what happy thing to think of, her brows were full of smiles, and she helped her young lady to stand up.

"Sister Qiu'er helped me to meet the crown prince."

"it is good!"

After two sticks of incense.

With Qiu'er's support, Mu Rou walked out of the mansion and came to Ren Pingsheng with no expression on her face, and her tone was as gentle as ever: "I have met Mr. Ren."

Ren Pingsheng took a look at her with a gentle smile: "Miss Mu looks better than before."

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

My own body, I know best, said that it is going from bad to worse, without the slightest exaggeration.

Every day when I open my eyes, I can feel that the condition is getting worse than before.

I'm afraid she won't even be able to stand up in a year's time.

Ren Pingsheng observed his words and changed the subject: "The Qixi Festival will be held in Yirenju. At that time, famous young talents from the capital will be present. I heard that many of them are handsome and talented. Miss Mu can take a look at them .”

When Mu Rou heard this, there was a hint of bewilderment in her eyes.

Didn't he let himself accompany him to the Qixi Festival to get closer to him and enhance his friendship?

That being the case, why let yourself look at others more?
Just wondering.

A carriage approached from not far away and stopped steadily.

"The carriage has arrived, Miss Mu, get on the carriage."

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

"Thank you, Mr. Ren."

Mu Rou's tone was soft, and with the help of the little maid, she strenuously got into the carriage.

Seeing this, Ren Pingsheng told the driver: "Slow down on the road, if you encounter sundries, try to avoid bumps, understand?"

"I understand." The driver nodded emphatically.

Ren Pingsheng didn't say any more, got on his horse and went straight to Yirenju.

After half an hour.

The entrance of Yirenju is quite lively.

There is a row of carriages parked along the roadside, all of which are quite luxuriously decorated.

By comparison.

The carriage in the Mu Mansion looked rather shabby.

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

The voice just fell.

A young servant in Tsing Yi came over and asked, "Do you have any invitations?"

"This……"

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

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

The young man in Tsing Yi said: "Today's Qixi Wenhui, no invitation card, no entry, no carriages!"

The coachman said: "We came with Shizi."

Under the guise of a high-ranking official, he tried to sneak into the Wenhui and gain power... He had seen many such people today.

Hearing this, he didn't think much about it, and said casually: "It's useless to talk to anyone. The Qixi Festival we hold in Yirenju only invites talented scholars and beautiful ladies with real talents and learning. I advise you to go back early, and wait for the meeting." There are more and more, and it is difficult for your carriage to go out."

The voice fell.

A young man's voice came from behind.

"They are my friends, this is the invitation."

This voice is a bit familiar.

The young man in Tsing Yi was startled for a moment, turned his head to look, and saw a handsome face.

"The Prince of Zhenbei?!"

He was startled, and his voice trembled a little: "I don't know that they are His Highness's friends, I don't know..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw the handsome young man waved his hand, with a look of indifference.

"It's okay."

Hearing this, the boy in Tsing Yi breathed a sigh of relief.

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

"Ah."

Mu Rou didn't seem to have the energy to speak more, she responded softly, and got off the carriage with Qiu'er's support.

Seeing this scene, Ren Pingsheng suddenly regretted it.

If I had known that Xiao Tianshi's condition was getting worse, I shouldn't have brought her out to make troubles.

If you don't see the right one today, next time you will first select a few talents with good family background and good looks, and send them to the little celestial master for her to draft.

A moment of cranky thinking.

Ren Pingsheng walked beside Murou, and together with Qiu'er, they blocked off 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 about it.

"That person is Ren Pingsheng, the son of Prince Zhenbei."

"The Prince of Zhenbei...is that the talented man who made the journey difficult?"

"Not only is it difficult to travel, but he also wrote the 41 farewell poems in Zuihua Pavilion."

"Farewell to Drunken Flower Pavilion 41?"

A talented man looked bewildered.

He is from Jiangdong, and he is not familiar with the recent events in the capital. Before this, he had never heard of the Zuihuage farewell.

Next to it, a talented scholar from the capital explained: "A few days ago, the prince of Zhenbei saw off the Wuxun disciples who went south to fight in Zuihua Pavilion. There were 41 people in total, and they wrote 41 poems, each of which was a masterpiece. Even masterpieces handed down from generation to generation.

Now in the capital, these 41 poems have been scrambled to be recited, and they are collectively called Zuihua Pavilion farewell. "

All around.

The scholars who came from other places to participate in the literary meeting, when they heard this, their expressions became a little strange.

He wrote 41 poems in one breath, and all of them are masterpieces, and even a few of them are masterpieces handed down from generation to generation...Who would believe it?
Anyway, they don't believe it.

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

After all, the other party is the son of Prince Zhenbei, if he offends, I'm afraid there will be no good end.

After thinking up to this point, the Jiangdong talent responded casually: "That's really amazing."

Immediately afterwards, he changed the subject and chatted about something else: "Speaking of which, who are the two girls next to Prince Zhenbei?"

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

"If I remember correctly, the prince of Zhenbei has a wife, that is, Princess Chang'an. Today, he came to participate in the Qiqiao Festival. He didn't bring his wife with him, but brought a strange woman with him. It's really strange."

The crowd whispered.

After a while, someone finally recognized Mu Rou, and said in a low voice, "That's Mu Rou, the little celestial master of the celestial master's mansion."

The voice fell.

Everyone looked stunned: "The Tianshi Mansion is located in the north, and has a very good relationship with the Zhenbei Prince's Mansion. It's not surprising that they walk together."

In a whisper.

Ren Pingsheng and Mu Rou walked into Yirenju.

As soon as he entered the door, he was greeted warmly by the scholars of the capital who were chasing him: "I have met Shikui!"

Shi Kui?

where?

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

"..."

Seeing this scene, the scholar in the capital froze and was speechless for a while.

at this time.

A few more scholars came forward to say hello: "Ren Shikui, your poem is difficult to travel, I carved it on the desk, and I have to recite it every day before reading, it is really magnificent, and I still feel emotional after reading it. It can't be calmed down for a long time."

"There is also the last of the 41 farewell songs in Zuihua Pavilion, lying in the night to listen to the wind and rain, and the iron horse and ice river falling into dreams. It is heroic and tragic, and it is awe-inspiring."

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 that the poet is actually myself.

aside.

Mu Rou was still in a daze.

Ren Pingsheng is the first poet?

Why have I never heard of his poems for so many years?

What does it mean to say that the journey is difficult, and the 41 farewell poems of Zuihua Pavilion?
"My good friend is weak and sick. I have to send her to her seat to rest first. I am sorry for the inconvenience of talking with you in detail."

Ren Pingsheng didn't expect these scholars to be so enthusiastic about him, so he hastily raised his voice and interrupted them.

The voice fell.

There was a look of disappointment on the faces of the scholars, but they quickly returned to normal, and they all left with their hands in their hands.

at this time.

A handsome young woman came over with a smile on her face: "His Royal Highness, your seat has been reserved for you, it is at the front."

Ren Pingsheng looked in the direction of her finger, thought for a while, and asked, "Can you change me to a quiet place?"

When the female shopkeeper heard the words, she glanced at Mu Rou, immediately understood, and nodded with a smile: "That's natural, I will lead the son over."

After a stick of incense.

The female shopkeeper led the three of them to a secluded corner with a good view, able to see most of the guests clearly without attracting attention.

"Your Majesty, how is this place?" the female shopkeeper asked with a smile.

"Good, that's it."

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

"Yes, I'll get it now, slave."

The female shopkeeper responded and turned to leave. After a while, she brought two exquisitely crafted blankets, put one on the chair, and handed the other to Ren Pingsheng.

"If the son has an order, just call the slave family."

"Thank you."

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

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

It was the first time that he was taken care of so meticulously by a man of the same age.

A warm current surged in Mu Rou's heart, she sat gently on the chair, and said softly, "Thank you, Mr. Ren."

Ren Pingsheng handed the blanket to Qiu'er, sat down not far from her, and teased with a smile: "Ms. Mu can think of other names when she is free. I don't think it will take long. Thank you, Mr. Ren, my son. Tired of hearing it too."

another name...

Mu Rou blinked, and was playful for a rare time, and said with a smile: "Thank you Ren Shikui."

"..."

Ren Pingsheng choked on a sip of tea and almost choked.

Mu Rou found it interesting, and asked curiously: "Why do they call Mr. Ren the first poem? There are also 41 poems about the difficulty of traveling and Zuihua Pavilion farewell, what are they?"

Little Tianshi is a literary girl.

If you chat or talk about poetry on weekdays, you will definitely show your flaws, so it's better to tell the truth.

After thinking about it, Ren Pingsheng said: "When I was in the northern border, I met an expert from the outside world and wrote many poems. I memorized many of them, and when I read one or two poems occasionally, others thought it was me. made.

I explained it at the beginning, but no one believed it, and later I didn’t bother to explain it. I just thought it was my own work. Those people called me the poet because of these poems. "

As he spoke, he recited a few famous farewell poems about the difficulty of traveling.

"Good poetry, good words."

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

Ren Pingsheng said seriously: "Tang Song."

Tang and Song...

Is there really such a worldly master who doesn't care about reputation at all, but can write dozens of masterpieces?
Mu Rou was skeptical and didn't say much.

Just now.

Yiren Curie heard a woman's voice.

"The theme of today's literary meeting is... Tanabata!"

(End of this chapter)