Fairy, I really am a villain!

I bother. "

After spitting out the mouthwash, Fang Xiwen packed up his things and walked back, just in time to run into Xiaodie, who was walking down the corridor carrying a laundry basin.

"Young Master." The latter bowed with a faint smile.

"Good morning. How is living in the Fang Mansion? Are you used to it?"

Xiaodie said, "It's good, but the young lady is not here, so there is no one to talk to. But she will come to the capital soon, have you arranged a place for her?"

"How about living with me?"

"Bah," Xiaodie stuck out her tongue and said seriously, "The lady hasn't married you yet, how can you do this? Ah, but she is definitely willing..."

The girl's voice became smaller and smaller.

"We'll talk about it later." Fang Xiwen also had a headache, and turned to look at her rough hands, "Since there are so many servants in the mansion, there is no need to work so hard. Rest more in the future."

"Could it be that the young master wants to delay Xiaodie's payment?"

"Just send it as you wish. Don't act like I'm being stingy. I'm just afraid that your young lady will come up to you and accuse me of mistreating you or something."

"No, the young lady will be angry when she sees me not doing anything," Xiaodie shook her head, then she remembered something and put the wooden basin aside, "Oh, Uncle Liang received a letter and asked me to give it to the young master."

Fang Xiwen reached out and took it.

This is also the benefit of winning over Liang Jing. As the chief steward of the Fang Mansion, he manages a group of people, and he has many connections in the God City. If outsiders have any requests, they basically look for him first.

If Liang Jing was still the same as before, this letter might have been intercepted.

"I understand. Go ahead and do your work." Fang Xiwen opened the envelope. "Come to my room when you're done."

"Okay... huh?" Xiaodie's face turned slightly red and she took a step back: "What are you doing? It's daytime now!"

"I'm going to attend the Qushui Literary Society, and I need you to help me with my makeup...wait," he folded up the letter and said jokingly, "You emphasized that it's not allowed during the day, so it means it's allowed at night? Well, then, come over quietly tonight--" "I don't want to hear it!"

Xiaodie hurriedly ran a few steps, then returned, picked up the wooden basin, and glared at him angrily.

~~

The sender of the letter was Cui's aide.

He claimed that his ancestral home was in Shendu, and his words did not reveal that he had much opinion on the Yang Party. In the letter, he only said that he admired Mr. Fang's style and hoped to make some friends with him after the Qushui Literary Meeting.

"The Cui family... are either sitting on the fence or are spies sent out by Yang Tianxiu. But no matter what, since they have shown an attitude of opposition, we still have to go."

Looking at her face in the bronze mirror, Fang Xiwen puffed out her cheeks.

"Don't move," Xiaodie tapped him gently, "If we do it again, the young master will blame me again."

"What are you talking about? When did I ever blame you?"

"I will definitely do so then."

I can only say that this girl's craftsmanship is really amazing. She was able to quickly understand his requirements and produce an effect that is 80% to 90% similar.

She is a believer, caring person, and smart... If the Saint grew up in a more ordinary environment, she would probably look like this.

"Tuk-tuk-tuk."

"Come in." Fang Xiwen didn't even turn around when she heard the door open. "Second sister, what's the matter?"

"Yesterday's case has not been closed yet. Do you still want me to go with you?" Li Muyu walked in, holding a white coat in his hand.

"No need, those old guys are still bickering." He suddenly smiled, "It suddenly occurred to me that it was a good thing I brought my second sister with me. If it was Fang Qingxiao, she would have chopped Yang Tianxiu to death, and blood would have splattered five steps away on the spot."

"She is just like that." Li Muyu also laughed.

Then, she also came to the bronze mirror and revealed half of her face: "What are you doing now?"

"Put some makeup on the young master and make him look uglier, so that he won't go to the Qushui Literary Fair and attract a lot of attention... Ugh," Xiaodie concentrated on her work and turned to look at her. "By the way, the young master's two sisters really look alike."

"But the temperament is completely different. It's actually very easy to recognize if you want to, right, second sister?"

Li Muyou said: "Well, it's actually quite difficult for me to pretend to be her. Fang Qingxiao always seems to think that she is the best in the world, and she looks so arrogant all day long... To be honest, how can her sisters stand it?"

"Right? That kind of person is actually the eldest sister of the Sword Sect! There is a saying that goes 'You can admire from a distance but not touch it'. Fang Qingxiao is always the most beautiful in the eyes of people who don't know her..."

"Puchi, young master has such a strong grudge."

"You'll know if you try to communicate with her. She doesn't understand what we say at all. She just does what she wants every day—"

It seemed that Xiaodie was very interested in this kind of complaints among family members. She was very happy to hear it and her makeup process ended with a few laughs.

~~

At dawn, more than ten carriages drove out of the city.

Grass is growing and birds are flying, and there is a BMW carriage. Looking inside from the corner of the opened curtain, there is a golden toad spitting pearls on the table, a carved hollow incense burner at the feet, and a beautiful woman with bare shoulders next to her.

The young men are like peacocks in mating, showing off their family's financial resources lavishly, as if this will win the favor of others... and in fact it does.

In the crowd, Fang Xiwen was riding the mare Xianli and mixed in with them.

He came to this literary gathering alone, without bringing along the Black and White Devils from home - in fact, Yang Tianxiu's words were meant to provoke him, so he acted like a fool who had fallen into a trap.

In addition to him, there were several girls riding on horses in front. Their movements were very professional and looked quite cool.

The leading woman had a sweet look, a quiet smile, and seemed to be good at dancing, able to chat with anyone, and was surrounded by many men and women.

Although he didn't know her, Fang Xiwen always felt like he had seen her somewhere.

"Oh, you're attracted to her?"

A nasty voice was heard, and Yun Yichuan rode his horse all the way to his side and said with a smile.

After all, he had received so much information from them, so Fang Xiwen didn't show any disdain and just leaned forward and asked, "Who is that?"

"Song Qin, the daughter of the Song family, you don't even recognize this?

She was the first choice of the princes for marriage. She was proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting. It was said that her singing voice was as melodious as an oriole singing out of a valley, and even the saints praised her.

But she has already been promised to Yang Jing of the Yang family, so forget it."

Although he introduced it to him, Yun Yichuan still poured a bucket of cold water on him out of habit.

After he reminded her, Fang Xiwen remembered that she seemed to have seen her in Dingjun: mainly Wang Ningzhu knew her, and she mentioned several times that she didn't get along well with Song Qin.

It's normal to think about it. It's really difficult for Miss Wang, who has been fighting in the army for many years, to have any common topics with this girl from the boudoir.

"What is there to think about? I'm already engaged."

Fang Xiwen glanced at him and rode faster.

~~

At noon, the group arrived at the venue of the literary gathering, beside a clear river.

Here, there were several tables that had already been set up, and the banquet was also set up, which was very luxurious.

What is more special is that during the banquet, many bamboo tubes that were cut in half were passed around, with water running inside. Many wine glasses were floating on the water, connecting end to end to form a circle.

"How does it circulate when there are obvious differences in terrain?"

Out of curiosity, Fang Xiwen leaned forward to take a look and found that there was a very ingenious formation engraved on the bottom of the bamboo tube, which could transport water from low to high.

clap clap!

Soon after everyone's carriages stopped, applause was heard from the stage.

Looking closely, Yang Tianxiu, dressed in gorgeous clothes, stood there and gave a speech: "The Second Prince has many affairs in the palace and has not arrived yet. I will host the literary gathering for the time being..."

After saying some polite words, the announcer came up to take over his shift, and the songs and dances began.

There are three platforms here, two of which are facing the banquet and can be seen by almost everyone;

There was one hidden behind two platforms. It didn't look like a performance seat, but instead there seemed to be people observing the guests, and there was a curtain drawn.

Amid the sound of stringed instruments, the beautiful woman in red on the stage began to dance with a sword. She was as light as a swallow and as graceful as a fairy. The flashing sword light fell like petals, which was very exciting.

Even though he was used to seeing stunning beauties, he had to admit that this was indeed a high standard...but that was all.

The song and dance are over.

Then, the leading scholars in the literary world began to compose poems and recite them loudly. As long as they could impress the beauty, she would come down from the stage to toast the reciter, and after that, she would still look at him with a shy look, as if she wanted to say something but hesitated, and finally quietly left a message.

This caused the people below to argue extremely fiercely. If no one had suppressed them, it would have escalated into a physical conflict in no time.

"Isn't this a reality show?" Fang Xiwen suddenly realized.

Taking a glass of wine from the running water, he began to wander about.

The Second Prince did not come, and he did not get along with most of the people at the literary gathering, so now he could only entertain himself: It would have been awkward for no one to toast him, but Fang Xiwen was thick-skinned enough.

As they walked, he met Song Qin's eyes. The latter smiled faintly at the people around her and walked towards him with light lotus steps.

"Master Fang."

"Something?" He took a step back.

Seeing this, Song Qin's expression froze slightly, and she smiled and said, "Nothing, it's just that I have a close relationship with Second Lady, and now that I see her future husband, I can't help but feel a little curious."

"Really? I haven't heard Ningzhu mention it much."

Song Qin's expression became even worse. "Second Lady is very generous, so it's normal for her not to tell you these things. I heard that you two have been together in the palace for some time. She shouldn't have caused any trouble for the young master, right?"

"How could that be? She has always taken care of me," Fang Xiwen smiled. "Ningzhu is gentle and generous. She is so outstanding that I often feel that I am not worthy of her."

"what?"

Song Qin wondered what he was talking about. Wang Ningzhu, whose mind was full of killing and shooting, was... gentle?

"Ah, I saw someone I know, so I'll take my leave first." Fang Xiwen ignored her and turned away.

~~

"The girl is in her prime, talented and beautiful. Her voice is as melodious as the sound of nature, and her face is as beautiful as a delicate flower."

"Good! This poem written by Mr. Song is really good, it is really brilliant!"

In the crowd, Song Canxing was reciting poetry loudly, and there was a group of people flattering him below; the beauty on the stage had put away her pipa and was about to come down.

Suddenly, a discordant voice rang out: "What's good about that!"

He looked angrily and found a young man in brocade clothes coming through the crowd.

It’s Fang Xingyun’s disgusting and damned face again!

"You can't even write a proper couplet, yet there are still so many people praising you?" Fang Xiwen glanced at the group of people, "Have you never read a book?"