I really don't want to take shortcuts anymore

Zhang Qing pursed his lips, his eyes fixed on Luo Qianhuai's face. When their eyes met, both of them were speechless.

Young Master Mo raised his eyebrows slightly, smiled, clasped his fists and said, "For today's matter, my husband and I would like to thank the Zhang Great Sword Sect for their help."

Zhang Qinglian simply turned a deaf ear to him and just looked at Luo Qianhuai and said, "Madam Luo. Although you married this man, if you regret it one day, you can always tell Qing. Qing will do his best to take you away. As for those who bully and humiliate you..."

When he said this, he glanced at Master Mo coldly, and as soon as their eyes met, he said in a loud voice: "Whether it is a duke, a prince, or anyone else, Qingdu will make them pay the price!"

His voice was loud, and not only the people on the fishing boat, but even Yu He and others in the painting studio could hear it clearly.

The atmosphere on the lake became inexplicably strange. Luo Qianhuai suddenly felt a little breathless and quickly spoke to ease the situation:

"Zhang Jianzong, please don't misunderstand. The Marquis treats me very well... You didn't get to drink at the wedding yesterday, why not make up for it here today..."

As she spoke, she called out, "Boatman, prepare a few more of your signature dishes and bring a few more jars of wine!"

Shui Er agreed promptly, but Zhang Qing shook his head: "I have something else important to do, and I just happened to meet you, so I won't drink."

He took out a palm-sized brocade bag from his bosom and handed it to Luo Qianhuai: "This is a wedding gift... I found it by chance when I was traveling. If you like it, keep it. If you don't like it, just throw it away..."

Before he finished speaking, he had already jumped into the lake, dressed in green, walking on the waves, one step covering a hundred meters, as he gradually walked farther and farther away.

Luo Qianhuai held the heavy brocade bag in his hand, his eyes following Zhang Qing's receding figure, and he did not notice that the eyes of the person beside him were gradually becoming dark and deep.

It was not until Zhang Qing disappeared where the water met the sky that Luo Qianhuai came back to his senses.

Master Mo did not show any strange expression, but just smiled and pouted at her, asking her to pay attention to the painting studio that was running parallel to the side of the fishing boat and had not left.

A rope ladder had been lowered at some point, and Yu He put on a bright smile, saying to himself and Mr. Mo:

"Just now the waves on the lake were high and the wind was strong. I just heard from people around me that the people below are Marquis Xiang and his wife. This is really a flood that has washed away the Dragon King Temple. We are all family! If you think about it, you two are my nephew and niece-in-law! Hurry up and get on the boat. Let this prince... prepare a drink for you to calm your nerves!"

While he was speaking, several pretty or beautiful young ladies' faces popped up from his side. Luo Qianhuai had seen some of them at the Spring Banquet some time ago. He didn't expect to see them in Yu He's studio today.

Master Mo smiled calmly, "My wife and I appreciate the prince's kindness. But today we are done with our trip, so we will come to your house to visit you another day. Anyway, the prince will have to stay in the capital for a few months, right?"

"Hahaha." Yu He laughed out loud. "I didn't expect that Xiang Hou, who lives in seclusion every day, is well-informed. If that's the case, we can't let him down today. Come on, please invite Xiang Hou and his wife to come on board for me!"

Before Master Mo could say anything, Wei Ying lowered his head, held up the pole, and with a light stroke, he had distanced himself from the tall painting studio. With a few more strokes, he would be able to escape from it.

This kind of small fishing boat is much lighter than a large ship. If it weren't for the special angle just now, there is no way it could be forced by the large ship again.

Luo Qianhuai ended his previous silence and suddenly said, "Stop the boat."

She squeezed Master Mo's hand and said, "Since the prince sincerely invites me, why not go up and sit down?"

Mr. Mo's expression did not change at all. He did not ask the reason at all, and responded softly: "Since Madam is so interested, I am naturally happy to accompany you."

Luo Qianhuai looked at him apologetically, and in return he got an understanding look from the other party.

According to her heart, she naturally wanted to stay as far away from those messy people as possible, so Mr. Mo's previous rejection was actually exactly what she wanted.

However, the system is not afraid of big troubles, and it jumped out at this time:

"It has been detected that the current time is the best. Random task three will be issued. Task name: Make a name for yourself and attract Phoenix Lake."

"Content and requirements: A man who can endure the trials of nature is a real tough guy, and one who is not envied by others is a mediocre person. The host has this system and has successfully married into a noble family. He has become the object of envy and hatred of countless women in the boudoir, and is also the focus of discussion in the current Beijing circle! Today, there are eight young ladies waiting to be married on this painting studio. They are good at playing the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and they are gathering to laugh at the host for being born in the countryside and having no knowledge. The clay man still has some temper. The host must get on board immediately, fully demonstrate his own strength, and spread his talent in this Yinfeng Lake! Specifically, the host is requested to challenge the eight young ladies separately and win, so that everyone on the boat is convinced!"

"Task completion deadline: 120 minutes from now. If it is not completed within the deadline, it will be deemed as automatic abandonment."

Luo Qianhuai tried to reason with the system: "But you clearly said that these tasks are within the capabilities of this host. Apart from my decent handwriting, I know nothing about playing the piano, chess, or painting. How can I have the confidence to compete with those famous ladies in talent?"

The system said nothing, only a countdown was displayed above her vision.

Luo Qianhuai knew it was impossible, but he was reluctant to give up the papermaking technique, so he had to take one step at a time. He immediately stopped Wei Ying and stated his request.

Yu He admired Luo Qianhuai's knowledge and taste very much.

Master Mo's limbs were too weak to climb the rope ladder, so he sent someone to find a large basket and slowly lifted both of them up.

After getting out of the basket and standing on the deck, Yu He's eyes became somewhat sticky and greasy.

His eyesight was poor and he had not seen Luo Qianhuai's appearance clearly before. But when he took a closer look at him, his heart was immediately shaken and he didn't know where he was.

Yu He couldn't help but walk towards Luo Qianhuai, smiling brightly: "Is this my nephew's wife? She is so beautiful that even an uncle can't help but feel pity for her..."

Mr. Mo's originally calm expression immediately became cold and murderous. Everyone present, including Yu He and those gorgeously dressed young ladies, were frightened by his aura and shuddered.

Mr. Shen, who had repeatedly advised Yu He before, stepped forward again and said, "Sir, the lake is windy and not a good place to entertain guests. How about inviting Marquis Xiang and his wife in to serve tea, and together we can appreciate and comment on the talents of the ladies?"

As he spoke, he tugged at the jade belt around Yu He's waist and whispered, "Prince, please calm down... Madam Hou is a friend of Zhang Jian Zong. If you provoke her, even if there are many guards in the palace, they will not be able to escape her sword!"