In the end, Gongsun Heng found An Muxi behind the fake mountain in the Hundred Flowers Garden. An Muxi was still holding onto a bunch of peach blossoms, slowly tearing them apart.
Gongsun Heng did not intentionally lower his footsteps, so the moment Gongsun Heng heard his footsteps, he immediately recognized his voice.
He buried his head into his legs as he felt depressed.
Gongsun Heng walked to An Muxi's side and squatted down, staring at him with a cold gaze, causing An Muxi to become impatient.
Just now, when he raised his head and saw Gongsun Heng's cold face and ice-cold expression, he suddenly laughed bitterly in his heart. The Crown Prince looked at Xie Qingrong as if he was looking at light. His eyes sparkled, and although it was not very obvious, he could still see it clearly.
However, the eyes that looked at him were always so cold and serene, without the slightest fluctuation of emotions. Even though he was his reading partner, he was no different from any of his subordinates.
Yes, he was just a subordinate, an ordinary subordinate.
After coming to this realization, An Muxi immediately tossed the thought that flashed past his mind to the back of his mind. He stood up, wanting to support Gongsun Heng as per usual, but he quickly reacted.
He took a step back without leaving a trace, keeping a safe distance between them, and asked with concern, "Your Highness, are the wounds on your body better?"
Gongsun Heng took in a deep breath. His chest still ached a little, but he, who was used to pain, had never considered this sort of hidden pain to be anything.
Slightly shaking his head, he looked straight ahead with eyes as deep as an ancient well. He said coldly, "Since you've recovered your emotions, then follow me to the garden and invite guests."
An Muxi took a deep breath, looked at Gongsun Heng's straight back, and said lightly: "Okay."
Although its heart was filled with grief, it could already conceal itself well. It followed closely behind Gongsun Heng, maintaining a safe distance from him at all times.
All the students were already rubbing their fists and wiping their palms, preparing to welcome the competition for the Hundred Garden. Xuanyuan Chen and Xie Qingrong were also affected by the lively atmosphere and one by one, they joined the ranks of the competition.
There was no distinction between men and women, and there was no discrimination between men and women.
The rules of the game were very simple. Whoever was thrown at by the flower drum had to produce a poem within the prescribed time limit, even if it was a doggerel.
If he couldn't produce a poem, he would be punished to drink a cup of wine.
Xuanyuan Chen and Xie Qingrong were very satisfied with this punishment. After all, the two of them loved fine wine and loved it as if it was their lives.
Smells fresh and pleasant, tastes sweet and mellow, is a rare good wine.
Before they had participated in the Hundred Blossom Banquet, Xuanyuan Chen and Xie Qingrong had already gathered all the information they had gathered.
There were countless talented women in the Hundred Flowers Banquet, and one beautiful work after another continued to be created. Soon after, the melody slowly spread until it reached Xie Qingrong.
Xie Qingrong lowered her eyes and looked at the flower drum in her hand. After a long time, he did not raise her head and wrote a poem.
"Young lady, if you are unable to compose a poem, you can just accept the punishment and drink the wine. Why hold the flower drum in your arms and keep it quiet?" Those who don't know, would think that you have any complaints about our Hundred Blossom Banquet's game. "
A girl that Xie Qingrong had never met before stood in front of him and said something to him.
Xuanyuan Chen's gentle and warm look for a second, for the next moment, darkened his eyes. It was dark and gloomy, and filled with a sense of danger.
Xie Qingrong really did not plan to make a poem, and she had never been able to do anything about the plagiarism. As for why she was always holding onto the flower drum in her hands, it was actually because there were some things bothering her, so she did not pay too much attention to the direction of the flower drum's transmission.
When she landed in his arms, she did not notice anything. Although her eyes were lowered, they were not focused. They were completely empty, and she could tell with a glance that she was in a daze.
Xuanyuan Chen pushed Xie Qingrong, waking him up from his stupor. Xie Qingrong's eyes immediately focused, noticing the flower drum that was being held in her hand.
Helplessly curling his lips, he lightly smiled and said: "I am very sorry. I was feeling a little dizzy just now, so I rested for a while. Where is the wine of punishment? "Bring it up, I don't know how to write poems, I can only drink a glass of wine."
Because of Xie Qingrong's explanation, the complexion of the surrounding people became much better, and then, another person stood out and expressed his understanding, "If young lady is dizzy, then you might as well not drink so much. Although it is the custom of the Hundred Blossom Banquet to sing poems against others, the lady is weak, so she can avoid participating in this game. "
And when Xie Qingrong was stunned, the woman who took the opportunity to provoke him, and tried to sow discord, immediately became pale, and her fingers subconsciously stirred the kernels in her hands, turning into a flower.
The grudge in his eyes flashed, and he quickly withdrew his expression as he excitedly participated in the game.
However, all of this was quietly captured in Xie Qingrong's eyes. Just now, when Xuanyuan Chen patted his shoulder, a finger intentionally pointed in a direction.
And while she was drinking, she used her large sleeves to cover her face, secretly observing the woman's expression.
It looked like there were still people who were unwilling to give up and plotted to use someone they didn't have anything to do with to frame their own reputation and reputation.
Xie Qingrong slightly clenched his hands, and faced with the concerned looks that the people around him were giving him, she returned them with a sincere smile.
Round after round, every time it was Xie Qingrong's and Xuanyuan Chen's turn, the two of them would immediately accept the punishment and taste the three different taste of wine.
At the end of the last round, the lady holding the Hundred Flower Banquet specifically ordered her personal servant to give a pot of good peach blossom wine to Xuanyuan Chen and Xie Qingrong.
Even though she hadn't participated in the game, she could tell that the two of them were extraordinary, whether in terms of temperament or speech. How could such a person not be able to do such a simple thing when he was reciting poetry?
Then there was only one reason, they were here for the wine she made.
He saw the sincere look in their eyes as they drank, and the faint blush on their cheeks as they drank, and the involuntary satisfaction in their eyes.
The lady hosting the Hundred Flowers Banquet was also filled with pride. After all, the wine she brewed was highly respected and valued by others. It was something worth celebrating.
As such, she intentionally gave the newly developed Peach Blossom Wine to the two drunkards.
When the servant respectfully passed the Peach Blossom Wine to Xie Qingrong, the envious gazes from the crowd were directed towards him.
"Young Master and Madam, this Peach Blossom Brewing is the newest brewing wine developed by my master this year. I hereby gift it to the two of you as a congratulatory gift to the couple for their love and affection."
After the maid finished speaking, she respectfully withdrew.