Royal Concubine Li glanced at the Empress with a face as beautiful as a peach blossom.
Her face was already red under the thick makeup.
He was angry!
"Imperial Father, Teacher Xiang, your son knows that it will soon be your son's turn after Third Brother, but your son really can't do it. You say that it's a competition of literature, but your son can't ascend to the stage of elegance. Forget it, my martial arts are only enough to fill the gaps between Mister Nangong's teeth.
Your son can't take out anything now. I finally know what it means to hate the lack of books when they are used. Father, Xiang Yu, your son won't embarrass himself here.”
"Hmph, Yun 'er, you still have the cheek to say that. What were you doing when I asked you to study?”
Dongfang Muqing frowned impatiently and waved his hand. The first two had received extraordinary praise. Just as he was feeling happy, a son who disrupted the situation appeared. What sin did he commit to give birth to such a son?
Master Xiang stroked his beard and narrowed his eyes.""A dragon has nine sons, each of them different."
"I've embarrassed myself in front of the Headmaster." Dongfang Muqing had a resentful expression on his face.
Seeing Master Xiang looking at him, Dongfang Yun seemed to understand what he meant. He smiled and sat down.
Wu Xi listened to the article written by Dongfang Jue, who was known as one of the Four Great Scholars.
There was a sharpness in the gentleness, and a ferocity in the dullness. The four lines of poetry were filled with his desire for revenge.
Master Xiang nodded and said to Dongfang Muqing,"The few princes of the emperor are not ordinary people.”
"The Headmaster must be joking. It's their honor to be recognized by the Headmaster. I wonder if the Headmaster is satisfied.”
He nodded, and his smile slowly became dull. He said,"I'm very satisfied, but I don't know if it's good or bad if I'm satisfied.”
"What does the Headmaster mean?" Dongfang Muqing asked with a frown.”
"This lowly one was just casually saying, the emperor need not take it to heart. It is getting late and this lowly one is used to sleeping early at this age, I hope the emperor will grant it.”
Dongfang Muqing looked at the sky outside the hall. It was a completely different world from the brightly lit hall.
Therefore, he sent someone to invite Master Xiang back.
When Wu Xi stood up, she realized that her legs were already a little numb. She had actually forgotten to regulate her breathing.
"Are you alright?" Dong Fang Yi asked.
"It's okay. You go first. You still have to shiver with those people. I'll look for you later.”
"Mhm, then I'll go first."
Dong Fang Yi turned around and blended into the crowd. The group of ministers flattered and praised him, and Wu Xi felt like vomiting.
Because no matter who it was, these fence-sitters would always have this expression.
"Is Seventh Sister alright?"
When Wu Xi heard this voice, she felt a chill run down her spine.
Murong Jianhua!
"Thank you for your concern."
"Why don't you look at me? Am I ugly?”
Wu Xi turned around. Murong Jianhua looked even better dressed in the purple moonlight tonight.
Among all the men and women he had seen so far, he was ranked behind Nangong Miao.
Just now, she had been scanning for Murong Jianhua's figure, but she had not seen him. She had thought that there was something the Hengguo family wanted him to do. Now that she had seen him, she felt even more uneasy.
"Yes, it's very nice. Handsome, okay?”
"Compared to Nangong Miao?"
"You're a big difference. You're not as good as the best. You should be content.”
Murong Jianhua didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Forget it. Whatever she said would change its meaning when it came to Wu Xi anyway. She could use it however she wanted.
"Sister, tell me honestly, did you give that poem to Prince Yong?”
"Third brother is too kind to me. Do you think I'm omnipotent?”
Murong Jianhua shook his head." I'm just asking casually. A sudden change in a person will always arouse suspicion. You'd better remember this clearly."”
"So what?"
So what? It was fine as long as he could achieve his goal.
Wu Xi smiled coldly and said,""Do you still have the time to care about me? You should care about your master. His lungs might explode tonight.”
Not to mention Dongfang Yi and Dongfang Jue, even Dongfang Yun and Master Xiang gave him two sentences.
As for Dongfang Ning, the Crown Prince, he didn't even say a word. It would be strange if he didn't die of anger.
Murong Jianhua pretended to shrug his shoulders helplessly and said,""Isn't this all your husband's fault? Younger sister, third brother is doing this for your own good. Don't make the old master angry, or else nothing good will happen. Don't count on the Ningguo Manor too much, after all Tian Qingyue is different from you.”
"What do you mean? Do you know something?”
He smiled faintly and used his hand to scratch the tip of her nose. He said,"You know what I'm talking about. I have to deal with these boys and girls. Whoever looks better might be your future sister-in-law.”
"Hmph, is it important whether it looks good or not?”
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"En…it's not very important. But they say that sons take after their mothers. I'm so good-looking, so how can my son be ugly?”
"You've been too close to Dongfang Yun recently.”
"Maybe. It's a pity that this person was roped in by Dong Fang Yi.”
Wu Xi smiled faintly. Murong Jianhua had already walked into the crowd.
She stood in the corner and enjoyed the loneliness of being alone.
This loneliness was simply a match made in heaven for her. It allowed her to hide in her quiet corner and observe everyone's faces.
The more he looked, the more he wanted to take off their masks.
"Murong Wuxi, why don't you join us for the gathering?”
At this moment, Tian Qingyue came to disturb her. The emptiness in Wu Xi's eyes could not be hidden at all. It turned into a domineering aura that shook Tian Qingyue so much that she took a few steps back.
"Murong Wuxi, there are so many people here. What do you want to do to me?" she said fiercely.”
Wu Xi's anger immediately softened as she said,""Crown Princess must be joking. How could Wu Xi have the guts?”
No guts, humph, if she didn't have the guts, would she snatch Dongfang Yi away from her!
Tian Qingyue blamed all the pain of losing Dongfang Yi on Murong Wuxi. She was a member of the Murong family and Dongfang Yi's princess.
"Murong Wuxi, don't blame BenGong for not warning you. Going against the Crown Prince won't end well.”
Wu Xi was amused and angry.
"Crown Princess Consort, are you referring to Wu Xi alone or everyone who is against the Crown Prince?”
Tian Qingyue gritted her teeth. Thinking about the painting from last night, her determination was unusually firm.
"Everyone, but the first one is you, Murong Wuxi.”
Was that what Murong Jianhua meant?
Tian Qingyue wasn't Murong Wuxi, and she couldn't possibly be Murong Wuxi.
Tian Qingyue did not have the patience to wait, nor did she have the courage to believe. Thus, in the end, she trusted the Crown Prince.
"Crown Princess, do you even understand Dong Fang Yi?”
"I don't understand. I grew up with him, so how could I not understand him? Don't worry, no matter what, I will ensure He Yi's life. Only you, only you, Murong Wuxi, I won't let you off!”
Was this a declaration or a fight? Wu Xi found it funny.
How can there be an intact egg under the overturned nest?
How could the Crown Prince become the Emperor without any peace?
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