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Behind him were two women. One was wearing a yellow jacket and an emerald green long skirt. Her eyes seemed to be sharp and watery as if they were filled with tears. She looked extremely pitiful.

Another one wore a long red dress and had a snow-white fox fur vest over his shoulders. He had tied a simple bun with a tasseled golden stride. As he walked, one could see his tassels swaying.

Shen Haoxuan on the other hand, waved his fan, and praised: "His skin is whiter than snow, beautiful like a peony, extremely beautiful. "As expected of the capital's number one beauty."

Shen Haoxuan did not brush away Shang Zhiqing's white fingers, and continued to speak while looking like he was being held by another: "Love, do you know that the woman beside you who is similar to you is the daughter of the Heavenly Sage Kingdom's Great General Xie Qingrong, and is also the fiancee of Heavenly Sage Kingdom's Prince Chen."

Shang Zhiqing released her hand and corrected Shen Haoxuan: "Don't call me by my feelings. Only the Elder Sister Rong can call me that. Just call me by my name. "

From the way she saw it, Shen Haoxuan's previous introduction of Xie Qingrong's identity wasn't even as important as a form of address. Was she being careless or did she not put Princess Hua-Yang's identity in her eyes at all?

After thinking about it for a while, he opened his mouth and teased, "How about … "How about that name?"

Shang Zhiqing was too lazy to bother with him, so she climbed up along with it, and continuously shouted "Qing'er" from her mouth, making Shang Zhiqing so angry that she covered her ears and snorted.

Suddenly, Shen Haoxuan exclaimed and quickly stuck his head out.

It was quiet downstairs. He was so shocked that he could hear a pin drop. Only the sound of footsteps could be heard.

He was dressed in a vermillion python robe, with gold embroidered at the collar and front. An eagle with wings spread out was embroidered at the cuffs, and a complicated four clawed python was embroidered on his chest with golden threads. He wore a jade crown and an emerald hairpin.

His eyebrows flew into his temples, his nose was tall and straight, and his lips were thin. The corners of his lips hooked up into a smile that was not a smile, but a cold smile. His phoenix eyes slightly perked, pouring out countless strands of brilliance.

His eyes were as calm as a vast ocean, and his devilish face had a hint of calmness to it.

Beside him, Lin Mu, who was dressed in black, also had very handsome and delicate facial features. However, there was no expression on his face from start to finish, as cold as an iceberg that had never melted.

A furry head suddenly stuck out from the private room earlier. The only thing that could be heard was the clear and cheerful voice of the woman. "Big Brother Chen, Big Brother Mu."

A trace of a smile flashed in the man's eyes, and a hint of smoky fire appeared at the corner of his eye.

Xie Qingrong calmly took a sip of tea and saw Xuanyuan Chen, who was downstairs, sweep his eyes over to him. The two of them quickly looked at each other.

Thinking back to the Ye Ningyu that Shen Haoxuan spoke of just now, and then looking at the Xuanyuan Chen dressed in red, he realized the two of them were extremely compatible. The same enchanting red clothes, the same heavenly beauty.

They waited for everyone to take their seats.

A middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance was already standing on the stone platform. However, his body had a temperament that was as warm as jade, and he also had the scent of a scholar.

He made a gesture, and the lobby fell silent.

Fang Shuyun looked around in satisfaction, then slowly recited the rules of the Poetry Conference, "Today, the Poetry Conference, we will meet to compete in a friendly manner. It just so happened that it was the Flower Lantern Festival. Lord Sacred Hand had created a painting, and I was not talented enough to order people to make a lantern, to be used as the prize for Poetry Conference's competition. If you get the first prize, you can take the prize money. In the end, I wish everyone good luck. "

When Fang Shumo finished speaking, everyone's faces were full of eagerness, as well as desire for the bet. After all, not everyone could obtain Lord Sacred Hand's handwriting as they pleased.

It was said that this person's skill in painting had already reached a certain level, even if he was a genius, it would be difficult for him to obtain a single painting. The only way to obtain Lord Sacred Hand's brush and ink was for the Poetry Conference, but this Lord Sacred Hand would only draw for the Poetry Conference every three years.

It was a coincidence that he was able to obtain this brush and ink. When Lord Sacred Hand returned from his travels, he suddenly had an inspiration and created a painting, sending it here as a reward.

Fang Shumo began to announce the competition's contents, "This time, Poetry Conference mainly answers to poems and guesses, and the person who answers the most and satisfies the Master, will be able to win this competition and take away the winnings. Next, the first match officially begins. "

After Fang Shumo left the stone stage, the master of Confucianism, Xu Hongru, spoke of his first couplet.

"Take up your brush and survey the surroundings."

Everyone was stumped. At this moment, a scholar dressed in a green robe slowly gave his answer.

"Three rounds of toast to the sun and the moon."

Everyone below the stage cheered, but before the cheers could fade away, a sweet and melodious female voice came from the private room on the second floor, "A long whistle resounded as the mountain crescent moon rose high into the sky."

Master Xu Hongru slowly opened his eyes and stroked his beard. He turned to the source of the voice and asked, "May I ask which lady it is?"

A slender jade-like hand pulled open the curtain, revealing a charming and beautiful face to the crowd. He could only hear the beauty say, "I can answer that."

Master Xu Hongju praised, "Wonderful! Could this lady give this old man another question?"

The beauty raised her eyebrows, revealing a proud and confident smile, "Why would I not dare?"

Shen Haoxuan, who was sitting in the private room, stroked his forehead. Xie Qingrong, on the other hand, slowly took a sip of tea and lightly said, "Sentiment is something that we like to play with, let's just let her play with it."