A low sound of air pumping sounded. The man under the light had a face like cream and his eyes like paint. His skin looked more and more beautiful and white as jade against the backdrop of dark clothes. His long hair was tied up honestly, but his clothes were tied casually, revealing indescribable unruly.

Murong Zhao has always been full of concentration, but in a flash, he returned to normal. He lowered his head and poured a glass of wine for himself calmly. However, the fifth prince next to him was still sighing with the sixth prince: "It is really worthy of the name of 'Yushu'! The charm of Mr. Xie Jiu is really not enough to draw one of the words..."

There are obviously more than one person who thinks this way, and even those with girls of appropriate age at home can't help but show their fascination.

Mr. Xie stroked his long beard and felt secretly proud: Even if my son grows in the south of the Yangtze River, he is far better than the countless young men in the imperial capital!

On the high platform, Emperor Yongping laughed: "Xie Jiu, Xie Jiu, are you afraid you are drunk again and have forgotten the world's affairs?"

A few years ago, Xie Muzhi loved drinking when he was a slacking boy, but he had a poor alcohol tolerance and was prone to getting drunk. When he got drunk, he lay down nearby on the ground, claiming that he had "ignored human affairs and only became a fairy in wine." Emperor Yongping and his friends forgot their ages often used this as a joke.

Now that several years have passed, the Xie family Aru, who was intelligent and unrestrained, has grown into such a handsome young man who is enough to fascinate the entire imperial capital. Emperor Yongping's eyes have a little more emotion, and he feels relieved that "I have a son in my family has just grown up."

Mu Zhi laughed, and for many years, his expression was unchanging and unrestrained: "You can ignore the things on earth, but Your Majesty is happy to receive Lin'er and celebrate in the morning. How dare Mu Zhi forget it? But yesterday's new wine was so delicious that he was greedy for a moment. I didn't want to miss the time. I would like to forgive you."

Emperor Yongping had no choice but to say that, it was because of drinking! He shook his head and joked: "Let's spare you for now, you will have to write a few more good poems later. If you can't do it, it will wipe out everyone's interest, and I will punish you again!"

As he said that, he turned around and ordered the insurgent: "A few days ago, I will take a pot of the new brew from Huai'an tribute to Mr. Xie Jiu. The wine is warm and mellow, and it is not easy to get drunk no matter how much you drink, so you can't fall asleep in my palace again!" The last sentence was about Mu Zhi.

Mu Zhi bowed and thanked him with no shame, and then walked into the mat slowly. He was watched by countless lights and looked at him in secret, but he was still calm and as if no one was around.

After three rounds of wine, everyone stood up to congratulate the emperor and empress and presented their poems. Zhao Yi was a little distracted after Xie Muzhi came in. After being hinted by his companions for a long time, he got up to read out his poems. Because he had already prepared carefully, he won a little applause.

He sat back on his seat like he had lost his soul, and looked at him with sympathy and disdainful eyes by his companions beside him. In recent years, Zhao Yi has been praised by others and has been a little fluttering. He repeatedly made bold statements that he was a hundred times better than Xie Muzhi and should be the leader of the sons of this generation of family. Now the two of them are sitting together. Looking at their appearance alone, although Zhao Yi is handsome and has outstanding temperament, compared with Xie Muzhi's full of charm, it is like placing pearls and jade and gravel together, and everyone can see clearly.

Zhao Yi himself knew in his heart that when he saw Xie Muzhi, he knew that in this opponent's unaware of the situation, he lost. There was really such a person in this world who seemed to be picking up the essence of heaven and earth and beating the spiritual beauty of all things!

Due to this blow, Zhao Yi has been drinking in a depressed manner since then. The figure that could catch everyone's eyes without any action appeared in his mind from time to time and could not be dispersed.

Zhao Yi's eyes couldn't help but linger on the man. Seeing him drinking gracefully, smiling at the maid who poured the wine made the maid blush with a slight smile; to see him calmly stood up under the expectant gaze of everyone, writing, and writing two long poems in one go, which won the praises of the whole hall.

"'Xie Family Yushu' is truly well-known! The imperial capital is so prosperous, Xie Lang has accounted for eight points!" The always-picky Ge Sanlang couldn't help but sigh.

He felt even more irritable and drank the wine in the glass without saying a word. The wine slid from his lips and was wiped off by his rude movements.

In the hall, after writing the poem, Mu Zhi still looked casual. He sat back and drank with his own eyes regardless of the applause and praise.

He did this crazy and rude behavior, but everyone didn't care about it, but took it for granted. Xie Muzhi's unruly and straightforward nature was as famous as his eloquence. Didn't you see that even the emperor just laughed it off?

The wine is fragrant and people come to worship it many times. Mu Zhi unknowingly drank most of the pot and felt a little dizzy. His body is good for everything, but the alcohol content is too poor, so he can't bear too much of such a thin new brew.

After sending another person to toast, Mu Zhi nodded slightly to his cousin Xie Shiyilang, and left the table naturally regardless of his dumbfounded expression.

Well, this banquet is not interesting, so I'd better go out for a walk and wake up.

The darkness enveloped the earth, the stern and coldness outside the hall and the bustle and bustle inside the hall seemed to be two worlds.

The evening breeze blows away a little wine. Because Chengyu Hall is part of the front hall and is quite far from the harem, and the important figures are all in the hall at this time, Mu Zhi takes a walk more casually, and he is not worried about rushing into the concubines and princesses.

When he walked to a small pavilion that was usually used to enjoy the scenery, he was a little tired, so he simply walked upstairs, thinking of resting on it. Unexpectedly, there was still someone upstairs, leaning alone in front of the window with wine cups next to him. Under the hazy moonlight, he could only see a tall back.

Huh?

Mu Zhi's footsteps were not deliberately concealed. Murong Zhao, who had been practicing martial arts since childhood, could already hear them clearly. He smiled slightly, and felt a little curious: Such a lively occasion is a great time to gain fame and make connections. Is there anyone leaving the meeting like him?

He turned around and was stunned when he saw the person's face clearly. Under the moonlight, the man's delicate eyebrows and eyes had a scattered smile, and his ink hair was blown up by the night wind, as if he was exiled. His cheeks, which were red from drinking, added a touch of charm to the man.

"...Xie Jiu." Murong Zhao's voice was slightly hoarse, and he was pressed into the eyes that could not see the joy and anger.

"Hmm?" Mu Zhi's eyes stayed on his face for a moment, as if trying to distinguish his identity, and then he said hello half a beat, "Your Highness the Seventh Prince...Ye An."

Seeing that Mr. Xie Muyi finally remembered who he was, Murong Zhao felt a little funny. He got used to the way everyone in the imperial capital was wearing masks, Xie Jiu's straightforwardness made him feel a little... cute.

"Why did the Ninth Young Master come here?" As one of the most eye-catching figures at this banquet, he should be at the center of everyone at this time.

"The hall is noisy and boring. While they are still writing poems, I will come out to wake up and sober up." Mu Zhi answered calmly, not feeling anything wrong at all.

This attitude of not taking others into consideration made Murong Zhao choke, and he changed the subject: "I wonder what poem did the Ninth Prince write?"

Mu Zhi narrowed his eyes and thought about it for a moment, leaned against the window, and chanted the two poems slowly. His voice was as clear as the evening breeze and the bright moon, like raindrops on the eaves, making a sound, and it was as beautiful as a poem.

Murong Zhao was silent for a moment and said, "The Ninth Prince is indeed quick-witted and beyond the reach of others." Such a poem was written in such a short time, and it is no longer outstanding to summarize. It has to be admitted that this person does have the strength to not take other people seriously.

Mu Zhi laughed: "Does Your Highness think this is something I did overnight tonight?" He was so calm that he seemed to be talking about the truth of the world. "Before the banquet, everyone knows that you should prepare poetry and essays in advance, so that you will not be embarrassed by that time, and you are just a plain person!"

Murong Zhao: “…”

He looked at someone who was righteous and called himself a "parent" and the dim light could not be concealed by the light, so free and unrestrained that it seemed that he would not take anything seriously.

Such people are born with celebrities and romantic people.

Even though he knew that this person was not from the same world as him, even he was the cousin of the Sixth Prince Murong Xu, Murong Zhao couldn't help but feel appreciative.

However, he has always known how to control his emotions, and at this time he calmly sets down a defense line in his heart. He knows that he is destined to be unable to make friends with such people and should not make friends with them.

"Today's things are complicated, I'll say goodbye first. The Ninth Master should go back early." He threw down a few words, stood up and gave the place to Xie Muzhi.

Mu Zhi stretched out his hand and stretched his waist under his cold and confused eyes, smiling lazy: "Your Highness is going to leave, why not leave the wine? It's not a good thing to face the moon without wine."

Murong Zhao: "..." This man was really an alcoholic. He refused decisively: "Young Master Jiu was not good at drinking, so don't drink too much." After that, he hurriedly left.

When he walked out of the attic and remembered the undisguised expression of the person's frustration after he refused, his heart felt soft.

The evening breeze is holding the coolness, and the leaves fall quietly on the ground, and when you step on it, rustling.

He thought he wouldn't care about the feast tonight. His father was already old and his twelve emperors were still too young, but in fact it was not a big threat to him. However, at the table, the unconcealed joy and pleasure on his face still hurt his heart, making him choose to leave the seat quietly at the most lively moment.

However, at this moment, he found that the unhappiness and gloom in his heart had faded a lot, and even a smile could not help but show a smile on his lips. Xie Muzhi's crazy personality was not the character he liked, but in fact, when he really got along, the man's openness and brightness was as bright as a breeze, which was so beautiful that people wanted to get close to him.

"You are here to stare. If Mr. Xie has not come out, go and notify the Xie family." He stopped and told the secret guards around him indifferently.

In the attic, looking at Murong Zhao's cold-departed back, Mu Zhi yawned: ""The Little Wife of the Cold Regent"... Well, it's so cold..."

Not only cold, but also stingy.
Chapter completed!