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"But what?" Zhao Jing asked calmly.

"The host of the poetry meet this time should be Fang Hua Zhai. Moreover, the matter has already been decided and is just waiting for the negotiation process. Now that the young master wanted to take over, Fang Hua Zhai's side might be a little tricky to deal with. "If word of my going back on my word were to spread, it would be hard to avoid …" It would affect the reputation of everyone here. For scholars, prestige and reputation were linked, so they couldn't go back on their word.

Zhao Jing smiled meaningfully and said, "I'll settle this matter myself. All you need to do is nod your head!" "I have always wanted to meet the other side of Fanghua Temple for a while, and now is the right time to do so!"

"In that case, this old man thanks the Young Master!" Wang Si respectfully bowed and followed Zhao Jing out of the Cabinet.

Wang Si slightly frowned. He could clearly smell the strange smell in the room, as if it was the stench of burning paper. His gaze quickly landed on the brazier. He saw that the embers on the brazier were covered by a lot of ashes that looked like they had been burned on paper. They were in large pieces. When they looked at the expressions of the crowd, the way they looked at Zhao Jing seemed to be a little different, as if there was a hint of fear in their eyes.

Geezer Wang was somewhat hesitant. He didn't know what had happened. He looked back at Zhao Jing with hesitation.

"Everyone, take a seat! Since today is a banquet, there's no need to stand on ceremony! " Zhao Jing sat down and smiled as if nothing had happened. "Eat well, drink well. If you have anything to say, it'll be even better!"

It was so quiet that even a pin drop could be heard. After the meal, some people were eating with fear in their hearts while others were eating with worry. They all had their own thoughts and plans. Everyone's attention was focused on Zhao Jing. Zhao Jing looked to be twelve or thirteen years old, but he seemed to be exceptionally mature when it came to handling matters. She didn't say much, just a few words of greeting would suffice, so as not to let too much to slip up and let others get a handle on her.

Wang Si has lived for a long time, but I've never seen such a shrewd young man. He looks harmless, but his actions are so shrewd that even a half-buried person like him is ashamed of himself!

During the banquet, no one said much, but since old mister Wang Si had taken the initiative to express his stance, his underlings naturally didn't dare to say anything. They all agreed to Zhao Jing's request, with Wang Si acting as the leader. Zhao Jing had achieved his goal. He only smiled faintly in response as he watched everyone leave the room. The room finally quieted down, leaving only Zhao Jing sitting there motionlessly.

"Young Master?" Zhao Yuannan bowed and said softly, "They are all gone. Let's go back!" It's getting late, and if we go back too late, we'll be punished! "

Zhao Jing played with the cup in his hand. His chopsticks lightly tapped the rim of the cup, producing a crisp sound. "Is it pleasant to listen to?"

Zhao Yuannan frowned slightly, but he could only follow what she said, "Good to hear!"

"It's a pity that it's just me. It's so boring!" Although those people have openly agreed, they are unwilling to accept it. In terms of seniority, I don't think I can suppress them! " Zhao Jing looked at him meaningfully. "Get someone to remove the things on the table and bring out two cups of Lotus Heart Tea. Do you understand?"

"Servant …" "Understood!" Zhao Yuannan bowed and took his leave, but his heart was filled with confusion. He had no idea what Zhao Jing was planning to do. He still didn't return to the palace at this hour. Who was he waiting for? But outside this palace, the little Emperor didn't have any friends. Was he waiting for Wen Yufeng? Who else could it be?

Zhao Yuannan couldn't understand what was going on, and Wei Shuge also didn't quite understand what was going on.

After about an hour, footsteps could be heard from outside.

The corner of Zhao Jing's lips lifted slightly, as if he had already expected this. He raised his head with a young and clear smile. "Father Zhong came a bit later than I expected. You only came when the Lotus Heart Tea has cooled down several times!" After saying that, she unhappily pouted, "It can be seen that in Father Zhong's heart, I'm not that important!"

Zhao Yuannan and Wei Shuge hadn't expected that Zhao Jing was waiting for Dongfang Wenming. They immediately bowed and left the room. Who would dare to stay inside?

The room once again quieted down. Only Zhao Jing and Dongfang Wenming remained, sitting facing each other.

When he entered from the east, his face was expressionless, as if he was a stranger. He did not say anything. He gently lifted the cup lid with his bony hand and glanced at the lotus heart in the cup. Smelling the fragrance of the lotus flower in her nose, it could be seen that she was not lying. This Lotus Heart Tea had been cold for who knows how many times. She must have been waiting for a long time.

Dongfang Wenming leisurely picked up his cup and took a sip of this slightly bitter Lotus Heart Tea. It was unknown what this girl was thinking. She actually liked to drink this kind of thing. In fact, when Qiong Ying came to the manor and said that Zhao Jing had invited many people from the capital to a feast, he had already guessed that Zhao Jing wanted to cause trouble. He quickly took care of the matter at hand and rushed over to the Moon Gazing House. Who knew if this heartless little thing would find him too late!

"What do you want to do?" Dongfang Wenming asked indifferently.

Zhao Jing stood with his hands behind his back as he slowly walked behind Dongfang Wenming. "Father Zhong, why don't you guess it? If you're right, there's a prize in your guess!"

"What award?" he asked.

Zhao Jing frowned slightly. "Father Zhong still hasn't guessed!"

"What award?" He still had the same question.

Zhao Jing pouted. "Father Zhong, guess first. Once you're right, I'll tell you what the reward will be!"

Dongfang Wenming seemed to have gotten angry, or maybe he was angry. He actually went against her, "Let's first guess!"

"You!" Zhao Jing frowned slightly. This person from the East had never been this stubborn before. It must be known that what he despised the most was her childish attitude. What was going on today? After calming his heart, Zhao Jing couldn't figure out who had provoked Dongfang Wenming's displeasure, so he pretended to be disappointed. "Forget it. I only wanted to joke around with Father Zhong, but who would've thought that he would be so boring!"

"What kind of joke is this?" He still had that lifeless look on his face. At this point, it was as if everyone in the world owed him money, and his entire person was filled with an unconcealable gloominess.

Zhao Jing looked at him with a puzzled expression. In the dense tea mist, his handsome face was covered in the frost of an ethereal presence. His lips were slightly parted in a teacup, making him look rather elegant. However, she understood that hidden within this elegance was an infuriating anger! Who made him angry? Zhao Jing calculated in his heart. What he had done wasn't enough to make him angry. After all, she had done even more outrageous things before!

"Speak!" Dongfang Wenming straightened his body, "If you don't say it, then don't blame me for spoiling your plans!"

Zhao Jing pursed his lips, revealing a trace of helplessness. "Well, I was just thinking of playing a joke on you. If you guessed right, then promise me your life. If you guess wrong, then you'll give yourself to me!" She sat down vexedly. "In this way, I won't be at a disadvantage!" "But now …"

"Alright!" "No," he said.

"Pfft!" Zhao Jing spat out a mouthful of tea and immediately coughed with all his might. His face was as red as a cooked shrimp. She clutched her chest with all her strength as tears gushed out from her eyes. "Zhong, Zhong, Zhong …"

Dongfang Wenming looked at her expressionlessly, "Do you still dare to say it's boring?"

Zhao Jing was lying on his stomach, coughing so hard that he couldn't breathe. He had no way of replying. Seeing this, Dongfang Wenming could only stand up with a frown. He walked behind her and slowly helped her down her back, "Are you feeling better?" As he spoke, he took another cup of wine and offered it to Zhao Jing. "You're only joking. How dare you joke around with me? You're not afraid of making a fool of yourself!"

Zhao Jing took the cup and took a sip of water. Only then did the dryness in her throat somewhat ease up. With a face full of resentment, she said, "Father Zhong, you still have the nerve to say that if it wasn't for you …"

"What about me?" He looked at her with a helpless expression, as if all his faults were caused by her alone and had nothing to do with him.

Zhao Jing gawked. There was actually such a shameless person in this world? She carefully sized up the unfathomable scene in the east, "Father Zhong's steel walls are growing stronger and stronger. Today, I can be considered to have completely witnessed something. Father Zhong is indeed a very high level of cultivation!"

"After all, the devil is ten feet tall!" He had a double entendre.

"Even if I'm a demon, don't I still get eaten alive by Father Zhong?" Zhao Jing let out a long breath, somewhat relieved.

Dongfang Wenming was still standing behind her. Looking at her red face, it was rare for him to see her like this. All these years, she had been taking medicine, but her face was still pale and she looked weak. Only today did she realize that when her complexion was good … It's pretty good.

"What do you think Father Zhong is looking at us like this?" Zhao Jing looked at him with a puzzled expression as he held his burning face in his hands. Her palms were warm and cold, and her cheeks and ears were burning hot. She was sure that she was blushing to the extreme. Before Dongfang Wenming, she had shamed herself greatly. "I …"

Seeing this, Dongfang Wenming suddenly laughed. "Your majesty, there's no need to change the topic. Why don't we have a good talk about it? Why did we invite all the outstanding people for a banquet today?"

"Is it interesting for Father Zhong to ask such an obvious question?" Zhao Jing rolled his eyes.

Dongfang Cunming sat down next to her with a calm and composed expression. "There will be many people gathered at the Writers' Assembly. As the sovereign of the imperial palace, aren't you afraid of meeting any more Death Soldiers?"

"Didn't I already invite Father Zhong over? Father Zhong is a martial arts expert, I think he will definitely protect me! " Zhao Jing laughed heartless. "I wonder what Father Zhong thinks?"

"What do you think?" Dongfang Wenming raised an eyebrow, a few traces of ridicule in his eyes. "Your Majesty, are you inviting people?" You obviously took the initiative to let this humble subject take the initiative, but you still have the nerve to invite me in? "

What is a face? Did she?!

Zhao Jing rolled his eyes. "This leathery appearance is just an eye candy. What's the use of it if you don't want to eat and wear it?" "One day, I will peel off my skin and throw it into the world of mortals. Perhaps only then would I feel that my appearance is important. Otherwise, how could my clothes be more noble than those of Father Zhong!"

Dongfang Wenming frowned and looked at her. The little girl's words were getting more and more strange. She actually dared to say "throw herself into the world of mortals"? She hadn't heard anyone mention that she had been to Smoky Willow Lane. How could she learn to be so glib?!

"Aren't you afraid of dishonoring the emperor by saying such harsh words?" Dongfang Wenming felt something rolling in his throat.

Zhao Jing smiled. "What do you think, Father Zhong?" With that, she tilted her head and leaned it under his chin, breathing warm through his neck and ironing it all the way down to his jaw. "What do you want to do now that we've done it? Are you going to take this plate? Or take it? "

He sighed softly and caught her eye as he lowered his eyebrows. In her bright pupils, the warmth of the sun in March had spread out. Her eyelashes were slightly raised and the corners of her lips were slightly raised. At such a young age, he had a picturesque appearance. Very good!

Their gazes met, and his throat couldn't help but roll for a moment.