Luo Li, like several other hall masters, was quite surprised by Qi Muxiao's arrival.

Seeing Qi Muxiao coming straight over, the hall masters of their table stood up one after another and saluted each other, "I've seen King Mu." ”

Qi Muxiao's mood seemed to be good, and he usually had a ghostly and sad face, but there was a rare smile, and he said elegantly: "It's all polite, do you mind if this king also comes to drink two cups?"

Feng Xuehua has always been the most discerning, and hurriedly asked Xiao Er to add a stool next to the main seat, and he walked over and sat down.

The others looked at this place and muttered quietly, mostly because they didn't expect King Mu to come.

Luo Li took advantage of the noise and asked in a low voice, "Why is the prince here?"

The fragrant smell of wine came, Qi Muxiao could see that she had not drunk less, but he knew the amount of wine she had, so he was not worried, he replied in a low voice: "This king sent a carriage to pick you up, and it turned out that you had a banquet in the evening." Qi Muxiao looked around and teased: "I didn't expect your field to be so big, Lord Luo is really generous." ”

Luo Li frowned and muttered, "It's not what I thought." ”

Qi Muxiao couldn't help laughing, "Don't worry, this king is just here to send you silver." ”

When Luo Li heard the word silver, the corners of her mouth unconsciously raised, and she thought to herself: Also, he insisted that she be the hall master, and this time he should indeed be invited by Qi Muxiao, but I didn't expect this bastard to have a little conscience.

Somehow, she was in a much better mood suddenly, maybe it was because the snowflakes next to her rolled away.

The two whispered that this scene made the painters of the painting and calligraphy academy see that there was no leakage, what can a group of idle painters do?

Get together – chew the root of the tongue.

Isn't it always rumored that King Mu is a broken sleeve? But now, the relationship between the two is close, and King Mu personally came to support a woman, which is by no means an ordinary relationship.

Although Qi Muxiao sat next to Luo Li, the painter who toasted was correct. Luo Li was just about to pick up the wine cup, and a folding fan blocked the wine glass, blocking the wine glass, and she looked at the owner of the folding fan.

Qi Muxiao did not shy away from it, and whispered in his ear: "Drink less, I have something to say in a while." Then he picked up the wine cup and said to the visitor: "Lord Luotang is not strong enough to drink, since the painters have come to toast, why don't you take her on behalf of this king?"

Qi Muxiao is here to block the wine for her? He ignored her this morning, why is he so diligent now? Thanks to today's danger, he successfully completed Qi Muxiao's task, otherwise if he really failed, this dog-faced prince would not have to eat her.

When several painters saw King Mu get up, although their faces were embarrassed, they did not dare to slack off in etiquette, and said respectfully: "It is an honor to be able to drink with His Royal Highness King Mu." As he spoke, he drank the wine in his glass.

The other people who hadn't yet had their turn to toast saw this meeting, most of them were old people who had been in the officialdom for many years, and they could understand what was going on, so they sat honestly. Although Fengxuehua has arranged for them to make such a scene in the evening, but when King Mu comes, no one will really offend the favored prince for the sake of Fengxuehua.

Although there were many fewer people who came to toast, Qi Muxiao still drank a lot during the coming and going of these hundred or so people.

After the break, Qi Muxiao caught a glimpse of her beside her without saying a word, eating by herself, and suddenly whispered: "Go, put that mushroom cabbage sum and Bazhen tofu for this king." ”

Luo Li was bored eating vegetables, and there was some noise around, but she didn't hear it at all.

Luo Li's right foot hurt, "Ahh

She glared at Qi Muxiao's grim gaze.

I—What did I do wrong again?

Before Luo Li could figure it out, he reprimanded in a low voice: "This king blocks the wine for you, you don't understand the rules so much? ”

Even though Luo Li was reluctant in her heart, she didn't refute him because of the occasion, and with a smile, she got up and went to get a new pair of dishes and chopsticks, these two vegetarian dishes were far away from them, and she went around and sandwiched a piece of fatty sauce pork knuckle directly between Wu Min'er and Yu Qian.

She sat down and went back, full of smiles, "Lord Wang, you have lost a lot of weight after traveling far in the past few days, so don't be a vegetarian, eat some meat, and make up for it." ”

She looked at Qi Muxiao's face darkened and cleared, and under the gaze of the people at this table, she took a small bite, put down her chopsticks, and said softly: "I didn't expect Lord Luo to care so much about this king's body, and this king understands it." ”

What is this scene?

At least that's what the onlookers in this room thought.

Feng Xuehua was displeased, and glanced at her from time to time.

Fang Cai pretended to be Bingqing Yujie with him, but at this time, he was not in harmony with King Mu, hum.

The drinking order began on the table not far away, and the poem was spoken in turn with the theme of Mei, and within a circle, a person was already standing on the steps of the ring, and that person ordered a painter at the table in the North Phoenix Hall.

The painter who was ordered looked like he was about thirty years old, a face that could not be distinguished from the crowd, and she didn't notice much of this person when she served tea in the afternoon.

"Painter, please. The man smiled and walked up to the stage.

The public followed expressionlessly, and the expressions of the painters at the table in the North Phoenix Hall sank a little. Shang Yan frowned, and couldn't help but turn around and look at Luo Li in the distance.

Luo Li didn't notice this, she looked at the stage with interest, interested in this new thing.

The time of the competition is two incense, and the content of the competition is the same as the topic of the wine order - plum.

After a while, Luo Li noticed that something was wrong, the painter who went up to Beihuang Hall didn't put down the pen for a long time, and finally picked up the brush, but his hands were shaking.

Min Zhixin also saw the clue and shook his head beside him.

When the kung fu of the two pillars of incense arrived, Feng Xuehua was about to get up to judge, Luo Li stood up and said, "Is it okay for me to be with the master of the wind hall?"

Qi Muxiao didn't make a sound, and sat upright and looked at them.

Feng Xuehua smiled evilly, naturally there was no reason to refuse, he said, "Please, Luo Hall Master." ”

The two of them got on the stage one after the other, the public lowered their heads, not daring to look at Luo Li, he held his right wrist with his left hand, and his body was still trembling slightly.

Luo Li glanced at the scroll on the table, turned around and asked another person, "May I ask the name of this painter?"

The man with a white face bowed his head and said, "The master of Huiluo Hall, surnamed Zhao and named Yujie, is the head of Beiyan Hall. ”

"Oh. Luo Li nodded, turned around and announced neatly: "Painter Zhao's painting skills are slightly better, win." ”

"Master Luotang, are you only slightly better at painting skills?" Zhao Yujie relied on his father to be the city guard of Longcheng in Yanzhou, and he was also a confidant of Feng Xuehua, and he was used to being rampant in the calligraphy and painting academy on weekdays.

Qi Muxiao stared at the scene on the stage, still silent.

Feng Xuehua first reprimanded: "Yujie, don't be disrespectful. He turned to Luo Li to apologize, Luo Li glanced at Zhao Yujie, got off the stage silently, and returned to his seat.

The awkward atmosphere that had just been cold was forgotten in the new round of drinking orders, which happened to be the turn of the hall master's table.

After Min Zhixin finished speaking, it was Luo Li's turn, she thought for a moment, as if she couldn't think of anything, stood up, held the wine cup and said: "Luo Li is only a shallow learner, not good at poetry, willing to punish himself with a cup." As she spoke, the corners of her mouth lifted lightly, and her lips opened and closed, "Wind Hall Master, I heard that the Wind Hall Master is not only good at painting Mei Ji, but also has a very high attainment in this flower and plant, and there is just a chance today, why don't you and I come and learn a thing or two?"