The group walked around the shadow wall in front of Duofuxuan, and happened to meet Mo Sheng from the verandah at the side door.

Xun Qingchen's eyes fixed on the clothes on his body, an ink-dyed cloak, and his heart sank unconsciously.

He really wore the danqing he drew according to his own temperament, but he didn't wear the clothes she knitted and embroidered by herself.

When Mo Sheng saw someone coming, he immediately stood still, bowed his hand, and raised his hand, and the corner of his eyes caught a glimpse of the green bamboo on his cuffs, what was it that she embroidered!

The color of joy that instantly appeared in his eyes couldn't suppress the waves in his heart, and before Mo Sheng could speak, he was about to meet him again and again.

A figure rushed in front of Hun Qingchen, hurried away, and made a long salute to Mo Sheng.

Mo Sheng and Xun Qingchen were both taken aback, only Zhou Zong had a mysterious smile on his face.

"Xiao Sheng has seen the predecessors of the painting immortals!"

Mo Sheng looked at him dressed like a scholar, and he must have admired him as "the first painter in the Central Plains"

The literati who came from the name are just that.

He humbly returned the salute and helped Murong Qian up: "Son, you're polite!" ”

Murong Qian stood up: "Thank you, senior!" ”

This time he looked up, Mo Sheng looked at those eyes, and was startled again.

Mo Sheng naturally recognized him as His Royal Highness King Zheng.

When he was in Houshu, he heard that Li Congjia, the sixth son of the Southern Tang Emperor, did not ask about government affairs, but only liked to chant poems and paint, which he thought was true!

However, after the bloody case of the Fusheng Pavilion, he knew that this prince of the Southern Tang Dynasty was by no means so simple, and the so-called love calligraphy and painting were just a trick he used to hide people's eyes.

However, when I saw it today, it was very different from the one in the Fusheng Museum.

Murong Qian was covered with the scent of polite ink, and this was not just because of the change in clothing, but indeed because of the spirit of poetry and books.

Mo Sheng looked at Murong Qian, bowing slightly, maybe legendary, but there is some credibility.

"Lord Situ, forgive me for being clumsy, this distinguished guest is ......"

Mo Sheng's eyes deliberately contained a hint of doubt, and he looked at Zhou Zong inquiringly.

"Under Murong Qian!"

Murong Qian replied respectfully to Mo Sheng.

Looking at this scene, Hun Qingchen thought it was funny, and he couldn't control his face, so he laughed softly.

She thought that the tulle covered her face, so naturally no one would notice anything abnormal.

As soon as she raised her eyes, she caught a glimpse of Mo Sheng shaking her head gently in her direction.

The time was approaching, and without much gossip, Lord Situ led the guests to sit down one after another.

The carved beams and painted buildings of Duofuxuan are decorated with magnificence and luxury.

The elegant orchids placed in the hall are all famous products, which not only enhance the style of the night banquet with their quiet and clear fragrance, but also, more importantly, highlight the patriotic loyalty of Situ Mansion by borrowing the noble meaning of orchids.

Lord Situ and his wife sat side by side, and the first seat on the right should be the position of His Royal Highness King Zheng, but he was already determined to be an ordinary prince today, and quietly asked Lord Situ to give up this noble position to Mo Sheng, and he fell into the next seat with Xun Qingchen.

Mo Sheng has always been low-key, attending the Chinese New Year's Eve banquet is reluctant, and now letting him sit in such a conspicuous position, such a refreshing is really not his style.

When she first entered the house, she wanted to use her power to fulfill Mrs. Blossom's wish as soon as possible.

Now that he is under the fence, there is no official rank in the Southern Tang Dynasty, and it is not suitable to sit here.

However, after all, he couldn't push off Lord Situ's hospitality, he glanced lightly in the direction of Qingchen, and then slowly sat down.

Xun Qingchen looked at Mo Sheng from a distance, watching the plain brocade robe flow out of his body with beautiful curves, and his heart slowly followed the curves.

His gaze moved upward, and he couldn't help but feel a faint layer of crimson on his face when he met the ink-stained eyes.

She looked at Mo Sheng intently, not noticing a pair of amber peach blossom eyes, all the time paying attention to her every move.

"What are you looking at?"