C134 (2/2)

On the viewing platform.

Feng Yu took out a brush, ink and paper to copy Wang Xizhi's real work. A errand boy grinded ink on the side, and Fourth Miss Lian Yin, Sixth Miss Xue Qiao and Seventh Miss Sheng Ru also arrived. All of them watched with great interest as Sixth Prince wrote his words.

”His Highness's calligraphy is like flowing water, while his calligraphy is like flowing smoke. It's really beautiful.” The Sixth Miss and Xue Qiao stood to the side and praised. They couldn't help but secretly glance at Feng Yu a couple more times.

This Sixth Prince, Yan Ruyu, was more beautiful than Pan An and was the eighth prince's right-hand man. He was truly a rare talent. If he could marry him, then even being a side concubine would be good.

It was a pity that she was only a concubine and didn't have any ability. Her father had almost forgotten about her, and her grandmother hadn't even looked at her once. How was she going to get to the Sixth Prince?

”Sixth Miss, you flatter me. This King usually has nothing better to do, so I just like to write and pass the time.” Feng Yu was always gentle and humble, without any sort of arrogance in being a prince. This made Lian Xue Qiao even more pleased and even a bit annoyed that he didn't wear her best set of Cloud Jaded Dress today.

Lian Shuyin and Lian Shengru sat on the side, quietly enjoying the scenery, not saying much.

”Ladies and gentlemen, you have good eyes. Even royal father would need to collect the words of the Sixth Prince, but he always likes to uphold the virtues of a saint's modesty.” At this moment, a clear and bright voice sounded. It was the eighth prince, Feng Ye, and Lian Ruyue who walked over.

”Naturally, I'm not as wild and unruly as the eighth brother.” Feng Yu turned around and said.

Feng Ye's face was full of smiles as his gaze inadvertently met Feng Ye's gaze. He nodded lightly. Even though the two of them weren't born from the same mother, they had formed a small alliance and viewed each other as one, trusting each other.

Lian Ru Yue naturally understood this point very well. Right now, she wasn't in a hurry to personally come out and deal with Feng Qianyue, but rather wanted to gather her strength little by little to her side.

This move had to be blamed on Feng Qianyue, who had followed by his side for more than ten years. Now she could be considered to have mastered it to its full extent.

”Eldest young mistress …” Seeing Lian Ruyue, even Feng Yin stood up and said respectfully.

”Sixth Prince's calligraphy is really as Sixth Sister has said. It's as smooth as the clouds and flowing like the flowing water. Today, us sisters have finally met each other. It is truly a blessing of three lifetimes.” Lian Ruyue's eyes were filled with admiration as she looked at Feng Yu's calligraphy.

He was a famous scholar in the Great Zhou, and after Feng Ye's tragic death, he was unwilling to submit to Feng Qianyue. He even made sarcastic poems, and in the end, he ended up with his tongue cut off and sent to the border.

When Lian Xueqiao saw Lian Xiyue, it was as if someone noticed her, and she hurriedly lowered her head to look at the letter. Lian Ruyue only smiled; it was only natural that Lian Xueqiao would take a fancy to Feng Yu; however, it was not very normal for Lian Xueqiao to want to hide it from her.

The group of people enjoyed the calligraphy and the beautiful scenery. They wore happy expressions, and only when the sun set did Feng Ye and Feng Yu bid them farewell and set off with a flurry of spells.

Even Yuyin, Lian Shengru and Lian Xueqiao left with unsatisfied expressions. The talents and beauties of the two princes were imprinted into their hearts unknowingly.

”Still not coming out?” After a while, Lian Yue's eyes looked at the letter in front of her, but her gaze shifted to the side.

”…” A soft chuckle sounded out. ”I can't hide anything from you.” The laughter was like the clear spring water in the mountains, unending and unending.

Lian Ruyue turned her head and saw a handsome man walk in from the side. He was dressed in an embroidered robe that was as white as snow, and there were a few plum bamboo embroidered on his sleeves and sleeves. He was elegant and noble, and the purplish golden light on his head shone brilliantly under the sunlight.