Girl, let me check it out.

"You can't beat him!"

Shen Yuanxing is a third-level Mingwu, his cultivation is higher than the other two, and he is much more capable of fighting.

Wang Zhiyou was pulled by Fang Weihan, found a step, and sat down angrily.

"Fatty, if Wei Han hadn't stopped me, you would have been doomed!"

Shen Yuanxing rolled his eyes, turned away and continued to be an enthusiastic audience for his top idols.

In the distance, Wang Boguang watched the actions of the three people here quietly with a calm look.

"Bo Guang, this King of Guangling..."

Why did Fang Weihan suddenly start hanging out with Wang Zhiyou and Shen Yuanxing?

Lu Shengxiang frowned and asked in a low voice.

"It doesn't matter."

Wang Boguang shook his head and stroked the jade pendant around his waist.

"He is just a chess piece, seemingly important but actually insignificant, not worth worrying about."

Lu Shengxiang felt a little relieved, but he still had concerns.

"But his surname is Fang after all, and he is a vassal king with 10,000 households."

If Fang Weihan, or the royal power he represents, colludes with the Wang family of Langya, it may have an unknown impact on the current balance of power in the empire.

"Ah."

Wang Boguang turned his gaze away from the three people as if he had lost interest.

He lowered his head, looked at the fluorescent stone slabs on the ground, and sneered.

"Vagrant king? It's just a matter of the emperor's whim."

"Like stubborn stones and reeds, the princes change easily, but can they compare to the eternal stability of the Wang family of Shangyuan?"

"I can't even protect my fiancée..."

He shook his head again and said no more.

"After we see the results of this poetry gathering, let's go."

Wang Boguang said calmly.

"I still have to go to the Ministry of Finance. My third uncle wants to talk to me about something."

Lu Shengxiang nodded.

He picked up the wine glass and took a sip of wine, then said with a relaxed smile: "It's nothing to see the results, the champion of this poetry competition is most likely you again."

Wang Boguang smiled faintly, but did not deny it.

……

On the second floor of Huanhua Tower, in an elegantly decorated reception room, all the top entertainers of Huanhua Tower gathered together and were browsing the poems submitted by everyone.

"What do you sisters think of this poem "Sorrow of Love" by Mr. Wang Boguang of the Wang family of Shangyuan? I think he can be the champion of this poetry competition."

Feihong lifted her dazzlingly white thighs and elegantly sipped the hot tea in the cup.

She pushed the paper in her hand across the table so that everyone could read it.

"Sister, although the words in this poem "Love Sorrow" are beautiful and the writing is very kind, I always feel like something is missing."

Bilong was wearing a long emerald green silk dress with flowing tassels trailing on the ground, adding a bit of vitality to the room.

"I have also noticed what Sister Bilong said."

"The poem by Master Wang Boguang is a little too deliberate, and doesn't seem to be full of genuine emotion..."

Feihong nodded slightly at Bilong, then gave a bitter smile.

"But perhaps because the guests were in such a hurry to prepare for this poetry gathering, they couldn't find any better works for a while."

Bilong also sighed softly, with a look of displeasure in her beautiful eyes.

After all, I didn't meet any interesting young man.

"Alas, let's not hold such sudden events next time."

Feihong nodded her head slightly to show her agreement.

"Let the bright moon go down to the west tower... Let the bright moon go down to the west tower..."

Luoying, dressed in a white dress, held a piece of paper in her hand and gently placed it on her heart, with a faint mist in her beautiful eyes.

Feihong and Bilong looked over, curiosity flashing in their eyes.

Luoying usually seems a bit melancholy about the passing of time, like a literary young woman.

What happened today?

You're actually crying?

"Sister Luoying, what did you see?"

Feihong signaled to the maid beside her to add more tea.

The maid hurried forward, picked up the fine sand teapot, clasped the arm of the pot with her bare hands, and poured the tea steadily into the cup without a single drop of tea spilling.

The maid was secretly pleased.

My tea-pouring skills are really getting better and better.

As expected of me.

She stepped back lightly, pricked up her ears and listened carefully.

She was also very curious about the poem that made Luoying cry.

"Look at this song 'Writing Love'."

Luoying gently placed the paper in her hand flat on the table, as if she was afraid of damaging it.

Bilong came forward curiously and her eyes fell on the paper.

I could see the words on the paper were written in silver and iron strokes, and there seemed to be a sharp force penetrating through the back of the paper.

"What beautiful words!"

Bilong sighed inwardly. Although she had not seen the poem yet, she already had some favorable impression towards the author.

As the saying goes, a person is as natural as he is. A person who can write such beautiful characters must be a young man with high spirits.

She blinked and then looked down.

I saw a short poem written on the paper:

"The precious mat with ripples on the water makes me think of you forever, a thousand miles of good times ends in one night.

From now on, I have no desire to enjoy the good night, and I will let the bright moon go down to the west tower. "

Bilong recited the little poem softly.

Her voice became softer and softer, and she was entranced for a moment.

In front of this beautiful scene, if I cannot enjoy it with you, then this beautiful night is just an ordinary one for me.

I am willing to waste all the bright moons in my life for you.

What a beautiful love!

What a free and easy yet unrestrained emotion!

Bilong couldn't help but read the poem several times, and her eyes felt a long-lost sourness.

If I could meet such a gentleman who truly treats me well in this life...

Her breathing quickened and she could no longer make any sound for a while. She just stared at the paper in a daze.

Chapter 12 Was this written by him?

Intoxicated, addicted, shocked, moved...

Luoying took in the expressions of the people around her and felt secretly proud.

This is the poem I found.

"To be a poet is to ..."

Facing everyone's expectant gazes, Luoying said proudly.

"Fang Weihan, Master Fang, His Royal Highness Prince Guangling."

These words were like a huge rock hitting water, causing a tangible uproar in the quiet room.

"what?"

Tao Yunjiang was also intoxicated by this exquisite poem, and couldn't help but feel a little curious about the identity of the person who could write such a poem.

Could it be a student from the Imperial College?

With such sincere emotions, he must be deeply in love with his lover, right?

Hit it! Hit it!

When Tao Yunjiang heard the three words "Fang Weihan", he was stunned for a moment.

This name sounds familiar...

Fang Weihan...

It’s not cold yet!

Isn't this my cheap apprentice?

Tao Yunjiang was stunned.

How could he write such a touching poem?

Could it be that his feelings for Xie Lingwan, who fed him bones, were really so strong?

I...I blamed him wrongly?

Did he come to the brothel just to drown his sorrows in alcohol?

The girl fell into doubt and confusion for a moment, and couldn't help feeling a little ashamed of her own unwarranted speculation.

"Fang Weihan..."

Feihong went over the name several times in her mind and felt a little surprised.

Isn't it said that His Royal Highness the Prince of Guangling is an unforgivable playboy?

His reputation among the children of the nobility is so bad that it cannot be worse.

At least Feihong couldn't name anyone with a worse reputation than him.

All kinds of crimes such as bullying men and women, greed for money and lust were pinned on him like crazy.

It's a pity that for some unknown reason he never came to Huanhua Tower, otherwise Feihong would really like to meet this legendary figure.

Did he write this poem?

At the same time, Bilong looked at Luoying with a gentle smile on her face.

"Sister Luoying, Bilong has an unwelcome request."

What does this bitch Bilong want to do by speaking so politely?

Alarm bells immediately sounded in Luoying's heart.

"Sister Bilong, please speak."

Luoying said with a polite smile.

"I would like to present the flower card to His Highness the Crown Prince."

Bilong said softly.

Flower cards are invitation cards given by prostitutes to their favorite people. They are embroidered with various flowers and filled with fragrance, and can be used as sachets.

This thing is a sought-after item among the rich people in Changming, and the top-grade flower card is worth a fortune.