Prosperous Concubine

Chapter 430 Meeting An Mofeng (3)
Mu Yutang raised her head and saw two figures, one sandalwood and one purple, entangled with each other tightly up and down, left and right in the open space tens of meters away, and it was impossible to tell who was who. When blowing to them, the vigor is still undiminished, the two must be the best of the best.

Mu Chenfeng glanced at them lightly, lowered his head, and continued to read, ignoring the fierce fighting.

Xiao He looked at the branches, leaves, flowers and plants flying all over the sky, and sighed softly: "After half an hour, I will call someone to trim the garden again."

Gardening again!Mu Yutang's eyes flashed. Could it be that the garden of Zhen Guohou's mansion needs to be repaired every few days: "What's going on?"

"My son is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy, astronomy, geography, gossip and divination. Young masters in the capital and noble ladies often come to ask him about science. Every ten days and a half months, when he is in a good mood, he will greet you first at this time. Arrived guests." Xiao He said with shining eyes, full of pride.

I see!Mu Yutang nodded understandingly. Mu Chenfeng was very knowledgeable. He was a son of the capital, a role model for the daughters, and had a decisive influence in the capital. They naturally scrambled to ask him for knowledge: "Who are those two people fighting?" ?”

The purple figure and the sandalwood figure were still fighting tightly, and they couldn't see clearly. Xiao He looked carefully at their servants, and said softly: "They are from the Prime Minister's Mansion and the General's Mansion."

With a sound of "bang!", it was the two people who met their palms, separated, and fell to the ground flutteringly.

Mu Yutang could see clearly that the man in the sandalwood clothes was a seventeen or eighteen-year-old man, with a face like a crown of jade, and a handsome appearance. Perhaps because the fight just now was too exhausting, his complexion was slightly pale, and a thin layer of sweat oozed from his forehead. .

The man in purple was also a man, his face was as usual, his expression was arrogant, his handsome face like a monster like a moon was dazzling.

"An Mofeng!" Mu Yutang blurted out, eyes full of surprise, no wonder she felt the purple figure was very familiar, it turned out to be him.

The clear and cold voice pierced into his ears, An Mofeng's slender body was shocked suddenly, and he looked over according to the prestige. Looking at Mu Yutang's bright little face, he was in a trance for a while, and said uncertainly: "Little wild cat?"

Mu Yutang's small face instantly darkened, doesn't she have a name?He even called her Little Wildcat.

Listening to the conversation between the two, Mu Chenfeng glanced coldly at An Mofeng and landed on Mu Yutang: They know each other so well, she should be from Qinglong Kingdom.

"It's really you." An Mofeng blinked his eyes hard to make sure that he was not mistaken. There was a look of joy in his eyes, and he flew down in front of Mu Yutang, and said with a smile: "Why did you come to Baihu Country? Did you want to Me, came to see me specially?"

"You're not beautiful." Mu Yutang rewarded An Mofeng with a slap in the face: "I'm tired of staying in Qinglong country, I came to visit Baihu country..." It's not that she doesn't believe in An Mofeng, but from Baihu country. The masters are close at hand, and it is inconvenient for her to speak out about her real purpose.

An Mofeng looked at her empty back, a flash of understanding flashed in his eyes, he was noncommittal to her words: for no reason, came to the White Tiger Country alone to play?Liar ghosts don't believe it.

"An Mofeng, why did I never know that you like to ask others for academic advice?" Mu Yutang looked at him with a half-smile. An Mofeng has a good literary talent. He has a place, but he never shows his talent and learning. Even in teaching, he only teaches riding and archery, not piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

"I'm not interested in asking for academic advice. I'm here with my cousin Jiang Xin." An Mofeng waved his hand disapprovingly, pointing to the garden.

Following his direction, Mu Yutang saw a young woman with a beautiful face and a tall figure, with a scarlet military uniform around her waist, making her figure even more slim and heroic.

An Mofeng's mother's name is Jiang Ling, she is the daughter of the General's Mansion, Jiang Xin is also from the General's Mansion, it seems that he has recognized his grandfather.

"Mo Feng met an acquaintance." Jiang Xin stepped forward, glanced back and forth between An Mo Feng and Mu Yutang, and smiled meaningfully.

Mu Yutang stared at the sky speechlessly, Jiang Xin definitely misunderstood the relationship between her and An Mofeng.

"An Mofeng, it seems that you have abstained and are not going to fight any more. I won this battle." The sandal-clothed gentleman announced arrogantly into his ears. An Mofeng glanced at him with disdain: "Ye Wensong, what are you doing?" I only heard my son say that he abstained from voting?"

Young Master Sandalwood sneered, his eyes full of sarcasm: "You left the position just now, it is equivalent to getting out of the ring during the ring, what is it not to lose?"

The corners of An Mofeng's mouth curved into a mocking smile, and he said coldly: "We fight for the opportunity to learn academics. Mu Chenfeng is the son of the Zhenguohou's Mansion, and the whole Zhenguohou's Mansion is a ring. , it doesn’t count as abstaining from the competition, my son’s old story is almost the same, we can continue to fight until the winner is determined.”

Ye Wensong watched An Mofeng walking towards him step by step, and frowned in his heart. Then the two of them fought. He had tried An Mofeng's martial arts. He was only above him, not below him. Continue to fight, He will be the only one who loses, he is the grandson of Ye Xiangfu, it would be too embarrassing to lose to a Qinglong native.

"Brother An, our martial arts are similar, and we can't tell the difference in a short period of time. The time to learn from Mr. Qingfeng is very precious and should not be wasted. Our contest is over here. It is considered a tie. The competition does not count. Let those two girls fight it out, Axian!"

Fearing that An Mofeng would disagree, Ye Wensong hurriedly called for someone.

"Second brother." A girl came over gracefully, with a beautiful face, bright eyes and white teeth, and a graceful figure, slender and frail, which made people love her.

Mu Yutang raised her eyebrows. The daughter of a civil official's family and the daughter of a general's family are really two completely different types. Ye Wensong and Ye Xian are the grandsons and granddaughters of the prime minister's mansion, and the cousin and cousin of Little General Helian.

Ye Xian walked up to Jiang Xin gracefully, and bowed profusely: "My sister has been familiar with poetry and books since she was a child, and she is quite accomplished. The best thing is poetry. Let's compare poems. Sister, listen carefully. My sister's poems It is: Wu Shanqing, Yue Shanqing. The green mountains on both sides of the strait greet each other. Who knows the love of parting? Please answer the next half sentence, sister."

Mu Yutang blinked, Ye Xian didn't even ask Jiang Xin what she meant, and decided the content of the competition on her own, really self-centered and disrespectful.

Jiang Xin frowned. She was three years older than Ye Xian. Ye Xian decided that the content of the competition was correct, but she was the daughter of a general and didn't know much about poetry. Asking for martial arts, and Ye Xian is a well-known young talented girl in the capital. She competed with Ye Xian in poetry, how could she win...

Ye Xian saw that Jiang Xin's eyelids were drooping, she remained silent for a long time, and said with a smile, "Sister, have you figured out the answer?" There was an indescribable sarcasm in the bright smile, a woman who only knows how to dance with a gun is a woman with a chest. An illiterate layman, still want to win her?What an idiot!
(End of this chapter)