Shen Qiwu and Huan'er got on the boat, and the crown prince Zhao Mu immediately moved closer to this side very quickly. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"What are you doing?" Shen Qiwu looked at him with disgust, and hurriedly distanced himself from him, "Don't get so close to me." ”

Zhao Mu salivated a face, made a scoundrel look, and chuckled, "I'm not close to you, so who am I close to?" ”

Huan'er saw the prince for the first time, and she didn't know Zhao Mu's temperament, so she was scared half to death by his hooligan appearance. Originally, looking at the face, he should be a beautiful son, but he didn't expect the contrast to be so great, which was jaw-dropping. Huan'er grabbed the corner of Shen Qiwu's clothes, a little worried about her own young lady.

"Put away your appearance, be serious, Yuan Hao is looking at this." Shen Qiwu frowned, she looked at the big ship next door, Yuan Hao and his guard were also standing on the bow of the boat, and they also happened to be looking at this side at this time. When Shen Qiwu looked over, his gaze collided with them.

"Really?" Zhao Mu's face changed very quickly, and Shen Qiwu would praise his ability in his heart. His eyes were lifelike, and when he looked at Yuan Hao, he already had a signature smile on his face, and he was indescribably confident and calm. Show the demeanor of a prince.

Zhao Mu looked at Yuan Hao, and the two of them were not far apart. If there is real heat in their eyes, I believe that the place where their eyes meet has already ignited a bloody storm.

Similarly, Shen Qiwu also looked over there, but her eyes kept on the guard. She always felt that the guard was different, whether it was his eyes or the tattoo on his arm, it gave people a gloomy feeling. Shen Qiwu saw an aura from him, and she thought it was ominous.

The guard also noticed Shen Qiwu's gaze and smiled at her, revealing a mouthful of white and neat teeth.

"Wait a minute, what do you say Yuan Hao will do?" Zhao Mu opened his mouth casually, and at the same time, his gaze relaxed slightly.

"I don't know." Shen Qiwu shook his head. She is not a god, it is impossible to guess how the opponent will make a move, all she can do is see the move.

Zhao Mu turned his head to look at her, and saw a trace of tiredness hidden in her eyes. I couldn't help but feel a little bitter in my heart, Shen Qiwu may be really hard these days, and he has to be busy with the hot air balloon and think about the possible changes in the poetry meeting. He couldn't help clenching his fists and looked at Yuan Hao with cold eyes.

Yuan Hao was greeting the people around him at this time, and he didn't look at this side anymore, but the guard next to him kept looking at this side coldly. There was endless coldness in his eyes, like a hungry wolf on an ice field waiting for its prey to appear.

"His majesty has seen His Royal Highness the Crown Prince." At this time, the secretary of the Ministry of Rites appeared, he was wearing an official uniform, and saluted Zhao Mu respectfully.

"Excuse me, Lord Shangshu." Zhao Mu raised his arm and gently helped him up, "Lord Shangshu doesn't know if the auspicious time has arrived?" ”

The secretary of the Ministry of Rites looked humble and said, "The lower official is here to report to His Highness, and he can preside over the poetry meeting." ”

Although the emperor asked Zhao Mu to preside over the convening of the Beijing Poetry Conference, he didn't want him to really participate in the Taoist Poetry Conference. Zhao Mu has indeed made great progress, but not in learning, but in the emperor's mental skills.

In this regard, the emperor also took some cautious precautions against Shen Qiwu. Let's ask, is it really good for a woman who is so good at imperial mental skills to be Zhao Mu's wife? The emperor once questioned himself deeply, but thinking that Zhao Mu was his biological son after all, he was relieved. As for Shen Qiwu, it's just a woman.

"Okay, inform the ships and prepare for a poetry meeting." Zhao Mu nodded, and followed the Ministry of Rites into the cabin. Leaving Shen Qiwu and Huan'er standing outside.

Shen Qiwu stared into the distance motionlessly, Huan'er was a little confused on the side, she didn't understand why the poetry meeting was about to start, her own young lady didn't seem to care at all, and still stayed outside the boat and was distracted.

"Miss, aren't we going in?" Huan'er was born to remind, she followed Shen Qiwu's gaze and found that Shen Qiwu was looking at the big boat next to her. There used to be Yuan Hao, the little prince of the Jin Kingdom, and his guards there, but the poetry meeting was about to start, so Yuan Hao naturally led his guards into the cabin.

Since there are only two warships arranged today, they are a little crowded. The process of the Beijing Poetry Club is also extremely simple, with only a few steps in total. First of all, the prince rings the auspicious bell to announce the beginning of the poetry meeting, and then in the private school, the talented and beautiful women on the two big ships fight the poems to determine the winner, leaving four places of talented and beautiful people, you can decide the final winner under the eyes of the Ministry of Rites and the prince, and the talent who finally wins the first place in the poetry meeting will get the ink treasure written by His Majesty the Emperor himself.

Shen Qiwu always felt that there was a feeling of restlessness lingering in his heart, and he couldn't get rid of it for a long time. I don't know if it's because I'm worried about Zhao Mu, or because I haven't seen Chen Kebin. The poetry meeting has begun, but Chen Kebin is nowhere to be seen, is it on another ship?

walked into the cabin with Huan'er, and happened to see Zhao Mu holding a wooden stick with a red cloth in his hand, ringing the auspicious bell. With the warm applause of the talented and beautiful women sitting below, the Beijing Poetry Meeting officially began.

Shen Qiwu was not interested in those poems, but she saw a few familiar people. Du Yufei, who had been following her during the Lantern Festival of the Shangyuan Festival, and Wu Yu, who was satirical in Shen Qiwu's poems, were in the ranks, drinking and fighting poems happily on the table.

"Can you see Chen Kebin?" Shen Qiwu patted Wu Yu on the shoulder, and the latter was startled when he saw her. It may be that the shadow of the past is too deep, and Wu Yu still doesn't dare to look at Shen Qiwu head-on.

Shen Qiwu was very puzzled when he saw him like this, and he didn't know how he had bullied him before, so that Wu Yu still had such a deep shadow now.

"Brother Chen may be on another ship. I saw him early today. Du Yufei on the side helped Wu Yu answer, he looked at Shen Qiwu with a somewhat complicated gaze, he was so attentive during the Lantern Festival, but since he knew Shen Qiwu's identity, he was a little afraid. After all, the other party is the daughter of the prince of the dynasty, and she is the future crown princess, and she is just a powerless and powerful scholar with some talents, what qualifications can he have to climb others?