After Su Ruanmei finished speaking, King Zheng was still unrelenting.

"I think the little emperor is about to get married, how can I have the time to manage Miss Su, you are so lonely and bored in the palace, it is better to go out with this king to relax, Miss Su, you can rest assured, this king only talks about poetry and literature on this trip, not about government politics, not about Fengyue, it is completely a poetry to meet friends, so I hope that Miss Su must give this king this thin face."

Su Ruanmei wanted to shake off King Zheng's hand, but found that he was holding it too tightly.

After some careful consideration, Su Ruanmei agreed to King Zheng's request, and when she got into the carriage, King Zheng also specially put on his own cloak for her.

The carriage slowly drove out of the imperial city, Su Ruanmei sat in the window position of the carriage, and King Zheng sat on the main seat.

The two were silent for a long time before King Zheng took the initiative to speak and opened the deadlock.

"Miss Su, this king sees that your speech and demeanor are completely different from ordinary people, and I don't know where you are, Miss Su."

King Zheng asked curiously, while Su Ruanmei said casually.

"Soft Sister is a Haitong person, because Haitong is a place where merchants from all countries land, and Soft Sister has seen and heard a lot since she was a child, so she knows more than ordinary people."

After Su Ruanmei finished speaking, King Zheng nodded slightly.

"By the way, Miss Su, what kind of tune is the Peony Pavilion you sang in Meizhuang last time, and who composed it, this king is very happy to listen to it, and I think this king is also a person who loves music, and I don't know if I can meet the author of the song."

After King Zheng finished speaking, a happy expression appeared on his face again.

Su Ruanmei was so happy to see King Zheng, and she didn't want to deliberately splash him with cold water, only saying that this song was learned from a foreign businessman, and she didn't know the author of the song.

King Zheng nodded after listening to Su Ruanmei's reply, and King Zheng wanted to ask again, but was robbed of the conversation by Su Ruanmei.

"By the way, His Royal Highness King Zheng, there has always been a doubt in the heart of the soft sister, and I don't know whether to ask His Royal Highness King Zheng or not."

After Su Ruanmei finished speaking, King Zheng raised his hand with a smile, signaling that Su Ruanmei had something to say, but it didn't hurt to say it.

Su Ruanmei looked at King Zheng's right leg and swallowed her saliva.

"Your Highness, your leg ......"

Before Su Ruanmei finished speaking, King Zheng became a little melancholy.

"This matter is also difficult to explain, think you already know that Concubine Yang is the biological mother of this king, and this king was born at the time, the king's mother was just a beauty, at that time Empress Jingxian has not given birth, so the king's father Emperor Wenzong handed over this king to Queen Jingxian to raise, Queen Jingxian is indeed like her name, is a virtuous and virtuous woman, this king in her careful care, has gradually forgotten the existence of his biological mother, until later Queen Jingxian has today's saint, everything has changed, And this king's leg is also a disability left by accidentally falling off the horse's back when riding a horse, and the people in the palace were circulating at that time, saying that Empress Jingxian was afraid that this king would take away his son's throne, and deliberately let people do something on horseback, even the king's biological mother also thinks so, but this king will not believe to this day that Queen Jingxian will do such a despicable thing. ”

After Wang Zheng finished speaking, he patted his right leg again, and Su Ruanmei felt a little sympathetic to King Zheng.

"If Your Royal Highness King Zheng didn't bring this disability, maybe Emperor Wenzong would pass on the throne to you instead of the current saint."

When Su Ruanmei said this, King Zheng smiled and waved his hand.

"Not really, Emperor Wenzong has always loved Empress Jingxian, and the little emperor is also the son-in-law of Emperor Wenzong and Empress Jingxian, so it is logical for Emperor Wenzong to establish Nangong as the crown prince, in fact, this king has never been interested in the throne......"

King Zheng paused when he said this, and Su Ruanmei didn't know whether King Zheng's words were true or false.

"Then Your Royal Highness King Zheng, why are you still doing so many things behind the back of the little emperor."

King Zheng never thought that Su Ruanmei would be so fast-talking.

After being silent for a moment, King Zheng said very calmly to Su Ruanmei.

"It can only be said that he is in the emperor's house, in fact, the reason why this king did this is completely for self-preservation, the little emperor has always believed that it was the king's mother who killed his biological mother, Empress Jingxian, if it wasn't for the prime minister Shangguan three years ago who exiled him to Dongdao, presumably this king has become his ghost under the knife at this moment."

When King Zheng said this, he stared at Su Ruanmei carefully, which made Su Ruanmei feel a little uncomfortable again.

"Don't be deceived by the little emperor's ignorant and cute appearance, this king is his own brother, and there is a fierce and cruel blood flowing in his bones. For a hungry wolf, tenderness and mercy only fuel his greedy nature, and only a stick and a dagger can make him settle and submit. ”

When King Zheng said this, it didn't seem like he was joking at all, and his face did not show a trace of pride, but a little more worry and trepidation.

Su Ruanmei was also secretly thinking to herself, she could let Prime Minister Shangguan exile the little emperor to such a remote place as Dongdao, and she didn't know what kind of wrong thing the little emperor had done before, which would make Prime Minister Shangguan so cold.

"Okay, don't talk about him, let's talk about today's poetry club."

As soon as King Zheng's words fell, the carriage stopped, and when King Zheng and Su Ruanmei walked out of the carriage, the huge Qingshui River was already full of literati and scholars from all over Zhongzhou.

When everyone saw King Zheng limping out of the carriage and a beautiful girl by his side, they couldn't help but lean towards the carriage.

"His Royal Highness King Zheng, I haven't seen you for many days, but I've been fine lately."

A middle-aged man wearing a gauze hat and green silk took the initiative to greet King Zheng with a fan.

When King Zheng saw this middle-aged man, he didn't dare to slack off, and immediately hugged his fists and saluted back.

"Thanks to Master Cen's concern, Xiao Wang has been fine lately, and I don't know what new works Master Cen has done recently."

After King Zheng finished speaking, Master Cen stroked his beard and smiled slightly.

"I have just annotated the Book of Changes, and I am about to present it to His Royal Highness King Zheng for advice, Tong Meng, bring the gift that the old man gave to His Royal Highness King Zheng."

After Master Cen finished speaking, a handsome boy with a height of about 1.85 meters walked out from behind him, that son has willow eyebrows, a high nose bridge, and a long bun hanging down over his chest.

Tong Meng took the book and presented it to King Zheng with both hands, and King Zheng took the book from his hand, and he also smiled, thinking that such a handsome and lovely person, even a man would inevitably have to look at it twice.

"Master Cen, your apprentice is really a humble gentleman."

King Zheng took the book and pointed at Tong Meng, but Master Cen stroked his beard and smiled without answering.

Then the group went to a pavilion in the upper reaches of the Qingshui River, where everyone sat side by side and talked with each other, while the disciples of Master Cen made tea and poured wine for everyone, and King Zheng sat in the pavilion and presided over the assembly.

"Now that spring has arrived, a hundred flowers are competing for beauty, why don't we start a topic with flowers."