Stunning beauty

"Girl, I see that your face is full of peach blossoms, and I am afraid that you will be in danger of peach blossoms. In this way, I will give you a free look. What do you think?"

In the Huaqing Pool, Zhang Donglu, the magician, scanned the female relatives present, then fixed his gaze on the nearest lady, stepped forward quickly, and brainwashed her.

"Master Zhang?"

Some of the guests present recognized the former Prince's Young Master and immediately came forward to greet him warmly.

"Ah, your Excellency has admitted the wrong person."

Zhang Donglu immediately denied it, took his own glass of wine, and walked away quickly.

"Master Zhang, Master Zhang."

From behind, anxious calls sounded. However, although Zhang Donglu was old, his legs and feet were very flexible, and he disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Master Zhang."

Just as Zhang Donglu escaped from the harassment of flies, a voice rang in his ears.

"It's not over!"

Zhang Donglu was about to get angry when he turned around and saw the familiar figure on the machine chair behind him, and he immediately swallowed the civilized words in his mouth.

"Master Zhang, I didn't invite you here to pick up girls."

Sitting on the machine chair, Li Ziye said calmly, "Can we do business first and then have fun?"

"Know it."

Zhang Donglu waved his hand and responded, "Isn't everyone here? The atmosphere hasn't reached it yet, don't be in a hurry."

"Master Zhang makes his own decision, I'm just reminding you."

Li Ziye smiled and said, "By the way, I heard that Master Zhang also served in the Qintian Prison when he was an official in the court. So, Master Zhang not only knows fortune telling, but also has a lot of research on astrology?"

"good."

Zhang Donglu replied nonchalantly, "It's all the same stuff, even deception and blindness. When I was in Qintian Prison, I lived a very comfortable life and had no pressure. I guess it's accurate. I mean that I have great skills. I can't guess. If God’s will changes, I will always find a way to make things right.”

On the side, Murong listened to the two people's undisguised conversation and felt his head was buzzing.

"That means everyone still believes Mr. Zhang's words, right?" Li Ziye asked.

"I believe this description is not appropriate."

Zhang Donglu responded with a proud look, "It's authoritative, no doubt about it."

"Well."

Li Ziye smiled and said, "Master Zhang, I'll watch your performance later."

"Do not worry."

Zhang Donglu responded, looked at the Ninth Princess beside the machine chair, and asked with a smile on his face, "Your Highness, how about I help you calculate your marriage?"

"No, thank you."

Murong also refused with a smile on his face, "You're the boss!"

"Well, I'll go and do the math for other people who are destined to be together." Zhang Donglu said regretfully, and then left gracefully.

"Jiaoxi Li, what are you going to ask Mr. Zhang to do?" Murong asked curiously as he looked at Zhang Donglu's leaving figure.

"Your Highness, don't be anxious, just be patient and watch the excitement."

Li Ziye said softly, "The banquet has just begun. After the warm-up, there will be a big drama."

While the two were talking, Mu Bai walked up to King Wu'an in the garden and asked with concern, "Uncle Sixth Emperor, how is your injury?"

"No problem."

Mu Wu'an shook his head in response, and advised with a serious look, "Your Highness, the Li family's legitimate son is very scheming, so you should be more careful."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mu Wu'an looked at the white-haired young man sitting on the machine chair in the distance with a very solemn expression.

"Senior Brother Chang Yu, what are you talking about? Sword God Wen Renshi?"

"Shh, keep your voice down, you'll die if you speak so loudly."

At this moment, whispers could be heard in the small group of Confucian disciples. From time to time, they looked at Wen Ren Yuexiu not far away, with a look of surprise on his face.

"Sword God Wen Renshi?"

Mu Wu'an heard whispers not far away, his expression condensed, and he immediately listened attentively.

Ahead, Mu Bai also heard the movements from the Confucian disciples, and subconsciously looked at the strange woman in front of the long table.

A lineage of sword gods?

In front of the long table, Wenren Yuexiu was holding a glass in his hand, shaking it back and forth, and touching it with people passing by from time to time. He seemed not to realize that he had become the focus of many people.

"Taotao, how long will you stand here?"

Wenren Yuexiu asked with a bored expression, "Also, who are these idiots who want to clink glasses with me?"

"A man of letters and elegance."

Taotao smiled and said, "Isn't it because you look good, Sister Wenren? With this opportunity given by the young master, they can finally come and get acquainted in a legitimate manner."

"nausea."

Wenren Yuexiu said lightly, "Also, stupid!"

The so-called literati and dignitaries are just a group of idiots who are led by others and can only parrot what they say.

The Central Plains is a country with a world-famous etiquette. The tradition of sitting down and eating has been passed down for thousands of years, but it was so easily forgotten. They were just wandering around, looking ugly.

"Your Highness, it's my turn, push me over." Not far away, Li Ziye saw that the time had come and said.

"it is good."

Murong nodded and pushed the person in front of him towards the long table in front of him.

"Brother Li."

As soon as the two of them arrived at the table, Mu Bai came quickly and asked, "This girl seems a little strange, why don't you introduce me to her?"

Murong couldn't help but roll his eyes when he saw his brother being so cooperative.

"I'm about to introduce you to His Highness."

Li Ziye smiled and said, "Miss Yuexiu, come here to pay tribute to His Highness the Fourth Highness."

"A folk girl has become more and more beautiful when she hears people, and she has met His Royal Highness the Fourth."

Behind, Wenren Yuexiu stepped forward, bowed Yingying, and called out.

"famous person."

When Mu Bai heard the name of the woman in front of him, his eyes narrowed slightly and he asked, "But that sword god, Wen Renshi?"

"It's just a false name." Wenren Yuexiu responded softly.

Ten steps away, Mu Wuan listened to the conversation between the two, and his face became more and more gloomy.

He is actually a descendant of the Sword God lineage.

Isn't Wen Renshi suffering from night sleep syndrome all the time? Why does the Li family want to reveal the identity of Wen Ren Yuexiu to the public?

Could it be that Wenren's nocturnal syndrome has been cured?

If Wenren's nocturnal syndrome has been cured and he still seeks refuge with the Li family, that will be troublesome.

A century-old Wenren clan, a master of swordsmanship for every generation, is more than just talk.

"Miss Wenren, today is a rare opportunity to meet civil and military friends. Why don't we compare a few moves and let us experience the martial arts of the Sword God lineage?" Seeing Wenren Yuexiu admit his identity, Mu Bai tried his best to find a few reasons. , said.

On the machine chair, Li Ziye couldn't help laughing when he heard Mu Bai's reasons.

It's not bad, I know how to find reasons, and I'm making progress, even though the reason is really not that good.

"How can you use weapons in front of His Highness?"

Wenren Yuexiu shook her head slightly and refused, "A civilian girl, I don't dare."

"Your Highness, it is indeed inappropriate."

Li Ziye immediately interrupted and said, "The sword has no eyes, and His Highness has a rich body. We cannot afford to hurt His Highness."

"Rong Rong, play music."

When Li Ziye started to make some moves, not far away, Yue Ru stroked the strings of the piano and spoke to remind him.

"Yes."

Wan Rongrong nodded and also placed the guqin on the table. Suddenly, the two qins reverberated, and the sound of clanging and killing resounded throughout Huaqing Pool.