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Mu Qing had long since seen Jiang Feng from the corner of her eyes. When she heard Jiang Feng's praise, she felt as sweet as if she had eaten honey, but she didn't dare raise her head.

Jiang Feng was speechless for a moment as well. The two of them stood there like idiots for ten minutes, both of them laughing out loud.

”Goo …” The stomachs of the two shrieked.

Of course, the two of them were hungry for the morning tea on Painting Street when they got up so early.

Just like that, the chatroom opened up as Jiang Feng happily brought Mu Qing to the tea market.

Morning tea, tea city was not a place for drinking and drinking. Although there was still tea for sale, it was more like a street for people to fry, fry, cook, fry, and stew.

Jiang Feng almost couldn't believe his eyes, especially since there was a pancake and fruit seller in the tea market. It seems that there is no space for the wisdom of the working people to eat.

After the morning tea, the two went to see the song story. It was a bit similar to the one-way crosstalk on Earth, but the one that laughed was simply too weak compared to the crosstalk on Earth.

However, there was Mu Qing sitting beside Jiang Feng. After listening to a wandering story, he not only stood up and called out three times, but he also rewarded 10 gold coins for the story.

It was almost noon when Jiang Feng and Mu Qing chose a restaurant called the Food Pavilion.

He originally thought that the word ”food” meant ”enough to eat”, but when he arrived at the restaurant, he realized that it meant ”eat while soaking” at his feet.

In the yellow light of the single room, the bathtub was placed under the dining table. Honey, animal milk, flower petals, etc., were added at the request of the guests. There was also a small, itchy fish that could bite your foot, even if you wanted to.

No one came to disturb her after the dishes were served. The moment Mu Qing took off her shoes and socks, Jiang Feng saw Mu Qing's slender feet. His mood was no worse than when he first saw Mu Qing today.

Jiang Feng's eyes almost popped out of their sockets when Mu Qing pulled up her skirt, revealing her indistinct calves.

”Humph!”

Under the hidden environment, Mu Qing's heartbeat quickened as she was watched by Jiang Feng. She gave a light, shy snort, and Jiang Feng realized that he had lost his composure. He withdrew his gaze and blushed.

There was less idle chatter as the two of them finally arrived at the Poetry Pavilion at dusk, the meeting place of the Ming An City.

It was rumored that his girlfriend was angry, so what should he do? Take her to the Poetry Pavilion once, or twice!

Indeed, the Poetry Pavilion was simply too beautiful.

It was not a simple pavilion, but a group of pavilions. Under the setting sun, this pavilion group was like a girl wearing a golden veil.

”This is the Poetry Pavilion. No wonder so many people wanted to come.” Mu Qing said.

Jiang Feng was surprised and asked, ”Has Teacher Mu never been here before?”

Mu Qing teased him and asked, ”I've been busy with research and studies, how could I have the time? Teacher Jiang, on the other hand, has been considerate throughout the journey. It's obvious that you're a regular patron here! ”

Jiang Feng would never play with Mu Qing's tricks. He smiled awkwardly and said, ”I'm indeed a regular customer here, but unfortunately, because I don't have any female companions, I get beaten out of here every time!”

Mu Qing chuckled and the two of them walked into the pavilion shoulder by shoulder.

As soon as he entered the door, the Lady Boss of the Poetry Pavilion, Bai Xiang'er, walked in from across the room.

Bai Xiang'er waved her small fan and asked Jiang Feng with a smile, ”I wonder which pavilion young master is going to?”

This was his first time coming to the Poetry Pavilion, so of course he had to go to the first place, the Poetry Pavilion.

Not only that, the Painting Pavilion was holding the biggest poetry gathering in Ming An City today.

”Why is she here?” Upon entering the Painting Sect, Mu Qing frowned and said softly.

Jiang Feng asked, ”Who?” ”What's wrong?”

Mu Qing gazed at a lady in the distance as she stated, ”Wang Xia, a cousin of mine.”