Chapter 6

Xue Qingyin quickly picked off the flower on her head and stuffed it into King Xuan's palm: "Take it, I'm leaving."

King Xuan instinctively curled his fingers.

Two petals immediately fell off, the edges of the flower were wrinkled, and the juice stained his knuckles.

"Miss Xue."

"Miss Xue?"

"Is Miss Xue here?"

There was a sound outside the trees.

Wen Hui's expression changed slightly: "This is the voice of the little eunuch beside King Wei."

King Xuan did not make a sound.

Xue Qingyin's figure gradually disappeared into the shadow of the trees.

Wen Hui sighed and said, "What's the matter? Why did I give you the flowers?"

King Xuan looked at his hands.

His hands have distinct joints and are strong and powerful. He has killed many people.

His hands have held swords, held tiger charms, held reins, and strangled the necks of enemy generals.

Only I never held flowers.

This flower is delicate and fragile.

King Xuan came up with a ridiculous idea for no reason——

It was as if he was holding the Xue family girl, who was as delicate and fragile as a flower, in the palm of his hand.

This time Xue Qingyin followed the sound and it was less likely to get lost.

She went straight to the little eunuch: "Are you looking for me?"

When the little eunuch saw her, he was stunned at first.

Watch again immediately.

Yes, it's a lilac-colored dress, but there's an extra cloak on top. And where are the flowers? Why aren't you wearing flowers on your hair?

"Who told you to come to me?" Xue Qingyin asked him again.

"His Royal Highness the King of Wei was afraid that the girl would get lost, so he sent his slave here." The little eunuch murmured in his heart. With such a beauty, there will never be another Xue family girl. She should be the right one.

Xue Qingyin sighed in her heart.

Well, it seems there is no way to escape.

I don’t know what He Songning did to make her leave an impression on King Wei?

The little eunuch led her out.

I didn't go far when I met the maid.

The maid held paper, ink, pen and inkstone in her arms. When she saw her, she immediately breathed a sigh of relief: "I was scared to death. I didn't see the girl when I came back."

Xue Qingyin smiled and said, "I'm afraid you're shocked. I'll ask mother to reward you with money tomorrow."

The maid turned from surprise to joy and hurriedly laughed and said: "It's your duty to be a slave, how can you dare to receive a reward?"

"I'm going to see my eldest brother, please go with me." Xue Qingyin said again.

"Then these..." The maid lowered her head and looked at the things in her arms.

"Of course I'll take it with me."

"this……"

"Gone."

The maid was afraid that she would lose someone again, so she had to follow him quickly.

But the little eunuch did not take her to the banquet, but went to another pavilion.

This pavilion is on a higher ground and is surrounded by thick curtains. Once it is lowered, no one can get a clear view of the scene inside.

After Xue Qingyin sat down, the young eunuch rolled up a corner of the curtain for her. Looking out from this corner, one could clearly see He Songning...and the King of Wei.

The young eunuch said: "We are already halfway through the drinking tour, and it won't be long before the eldest son of the house comes to see you."

While they were talking here, someone stood up at the table over there.

The person is slender and wears a veil on her head. She should be a woman.

She raised a glass to the King of Wei and wanted to exchange poems with the King of Wei.

Complete the poem.

Another man stood up and said, "My sister loves reading..."

I think it was an older brother who brought his younger sister to the poetry club.

Are you also thinking about King Wei?

Xue Qingyin felt drowsy after hearing this, lowered her head and began to cut paper and draw cards.

Maid tailor.

She draws.

However, the King of Wei in this room felt a little impatient in his heart when he looked at the slim young woman with outstanding literary talent.

There is already a talented woman in his house, but apart from poetry and prose, she has no pleasure in the boudoir.

He had just composed a poem just because he wanted Miss Xue to sit in the pavilion and have a look. His literary talent was not inferior to that of her brother.

That's good, this woman stood up and started to confront him with poems...then don't blame him for being ruthless.

The king of Wei once again compared the woman to another poem without mercy.

He said: "My sister only reads Liu Shu, and the poems she writes are too tender and lacking in elegance. It is better to read a few more books."

This sounds like advice.

In fact, there is no mercy.

He said that she really hadn’t read a few books and was half-full of books.

The woman was so thin-skinned that she sat back down and didn't dare to wipe her tears. She didn't dare to speak again after that.

Presumably, the Xue family girl must have seen his literary talents, and also knew that he was not a sentimental person, but he liked any beautiful woman. His love was unique, and it was something that no one else could ask for.

King Wei put down his wine glass with satisfaction.

Not long after, King Xuan came to the table.

Everyone stood up to greet him.

The King of Wei smiled and said, "Where did your brother go just now? It's not easy to invite you today. Please sit down and ask your brother to sit down. First, I will punish you with three glasses of wine, and then write a poem."

Everyone knows that King Xuan is a military general. How could King Wei have such leisure time to write and write every day?

No one dared to ask King Xuan to write a poem.

A faint smell of tit-for-tat spread in the air.

King Xuan walked straight up to King Wei and said, "Since we are elder brothers, how can the emperor forget the order of elders and younger ones?"

King Wei looked stunned, but then he smiled again: "Yes, I forgot... Brother, please take a seat."

King Wei reluctantly gave up his position.

King Xuan said calmly: "Is there anyone brave among your army? Come out and show me a sword dance."

King Wei's face became stiff again.

It sounds like...it seems like he is the host of today's poetry meeting.

King Wei threw the question back: "Brother doesn't write poetry?"

King Xuan's tone remained calm: "I only dedicated a poem to my father on his birthday."

How dare we compare with the Emperor?

The others were so frightened that they quickly came out to smooth things over.

The smarter ones rushed out with a single step: "I'm afraid ordinary people can also dance swords, but I'm afraid they won't be able to make it to the elegant hall. Today I will be bold enough to show off in front of His Highness King Xuan."

At this point, King Wei had no choice but to shut up.

Seeing that the poetry meeting turned into a sword dancing competition, Xue Qingyin became a little more excited.

She poked her head in and took a look.

First, he saw King Xuan, who was sitting upright and upright.

Then there's the sword-dancing scholar.

The swordsmanship is soft.

What is it...

Xue Qingyin retracted her head again.

However, King Xuan was vaguely aware of it and suddenly raised his head and glanced in the direction of the pavilion.

...that girl from the Xue family?

Why is she there again?

Because King Xuan came to the table midway, King Wei was unhappy, and after the poetry meeting ended, he did not come to see Xue Qingyin again.

Only He Songning came to pick her up.

"Where did the cloak come from?" He Songning quickly discovered something different about her body.

"Someone else borrowed it."

"Why are the flowers on your head gone?"

"Falled on the road."
Chapter completed!