April 20, the 24th year of Zhaohua.

The annual spring outing party of Wenweng Academy of Chongqing Prefecture was officially held on the bank of a mountainous lake three miles outskirts of the city.

This was a literary flourishing in Chongqing Mansion.

Countless handsome men and women from Chongqing Mansion left the city early on this day and went to Shanse Lake.

Shanse Lake is not big.

It is located in a vast wilderness, at the foot of the Western Mountains.

If you stand on the west mountain and look at it, it is like a bright pearl inlaid on the green meadow.

A high platform has been erected by the mountain lake. This is where the talented people went on stage to compose poems.

The sun was rising and it was still early, but many people had already gathered under the stage.

Xia Hua is also here, but she is a little further away from the crowd.

She already knew Li Chenan's poem.

She also knew that Li Chenan would not come to participate.

But she came anyway.

She wanted to see if there would be any poetry comparable to this.

She also wanted to know how the tens of thousands of young students would react when the old man recited Li Chenan's poem.

Lin Zifeng is also by Xia Hua's side.

He didn't know Li Chenan's poem.

He thought Li Chenan would come to participate.

Otherwise... why did the junior sister get up so early?

Why did you spend a cup of tea putting on makeup?

Women should look after those who please themselves!

Lin Zifeng's every move was in the eyes of the junior sister.

He has been silent for the past two days.

Because he knows that the little junior sister's heart can no longer tolerate anyone else!

He looked at the Western Mountains in the distance and sighed, "Li Chenan, the dog said!"

Today's literary meeting is his strong point!

It's time for him to shine again.

If he stood on that high platform and wrote an invincible poem... the little junior sister's heart has already been captured by him. If another guy comes, I don't know if the little junior sister will be fascinated!

What Tianshan are we going to?!

The same goes for Sanlang. If His Highness the Crown Prince wants to kill Li Chenan, wouldn't it be better for His Highness the Crown Prince to hire a killer from the Dark Night Club to do the job?

Lin Zifeng was suddenly shocked.

Dark night party!

yes!

The Dark Night Society is one of the most mysterious organizations in the Wu Kingdom.

It is not a sect in the martial arts world.

Because the Dark Night Society has no Shanmen territory at all, nor has it established any branch branches.

So no one knows who the leader of the Dark Night Club is, and no one knows what kind of people there are in the Dark Night Club.

They only do one thing -

Killing someone on commission from his employer!

The one who gives the money is the employer.

They only accept money and promise to kill the person who deserves to be killed!

There was once a rumor in Wu State that the Dark Night Society even said that as long as they gave enough money, they would even dare to kill the emperor!

Someone actually contacted the messenger of the Dark Night Society through special channels, and the result...killed the emperor and collected a billion taels of money!

Too expensive.

No one can afford such a large sum of money.

This matter ended without any problems.

But it made the Dark Night Club's reputation even more famous.

The corner of Lin Zifeng's mouth curled up, and he finally showed a smile——

Junior sister will definitely not kill Li Chenan again.

After returning to the Kingdom of Wu, we have to find the messenger of the Dark Night Society.

It probably doesn't take much money to kill Li Chenan.

Just when Lin Zifeng was thinking about this idea, there were more and more people here and it became more and more noisy.

Xia Hua didn't notice the change in Lin Zifeng's expression. She was a quiet person, but at the moment she was listening to what those handsome men and women were saying -

"Thank you brother!"

"Brother Zhong!"

"The eight heroes of Shuzhou are gathered here... I am afraid that at this spring literary gathering today, some shocking works will come out!"

"There is a regent here. Although we are known as the eight heroes of Shuzhou, the regent is the poet of Ningguo!"

"Brother Xie, do you mean that the Prince Regent will come to attend the cultural gathering in person?"

"Brother Dou, you can't say for sure!"

"By the way, Brother Xie, you were at the Water Mirror Terrace a few days ago, and did you really see the Regent with your own eyes?"

A very proud smile suddenly appeared on Xie Qingquan's face.

He stroked his sleeves, opened the fan in his hand, fanned it twice, then closed it with a "pop~!", cupped his hands and arched toward the south.

"This is a great honor for me to thank you!"

"Not only did Xie meet the regent, the regent also said some words of encouragement to Xie!"

"The hateful thing is that Gongsun Erniang...!"

Xie Qingquan's eyes widened: "If it hadn't been for Gongsun Erniang's assassination of the Regent... I would have been sitting at the Regent's table!"

"I was thinking of looking for an opportunity to ask the Regent to give me a poem. Even if you write me a sentence, it would be great."

"Why……"

"However, I will wait for this literary conference to be over and leave for Kyoto tomorrow to attend the Autumn Festival. I hope I will have a chance to see the regent in Kyoto!"

Xie Qingquan is surrounded by many people!

Each of these people looked at Xie Qingquan with great envy.

At this moment, someone asked: "Brother Xie, what does the regent... look like?"

The fan in Xie Qingquan's hand opened with a "swipe" sound again, he stretched his neck and raised his head slightly.

"The Prince Regent is eight feet tall and has a jade tree in the wind!"

"When he stopped, I took three steps back!"

"That's the domineering aura of the Regent!"

"His eyes... are not angry but are powerful!"

"His god... is hard to look at!"

"His literary skills can shock the world, and his martial arts can also make ghosts and gods weep!"

"He... is the true all-around civil and military talent of the Ning Kingdom for thousands of years. He is even more brilliant than the rising sun!"

Everyone's eyes suddenly widened, this... the regent is so perfect?

Isn’t it close to God?

"Everyone, I know you can't believe it."

"Think about it, Gongsun Erniang and the killers from the Pao Gehui suddenly attacked the Regent. If the Regent didn't have the blessing of the gods, and if he didn't have the overbearing dragon energy to protect him... how could he be safe?"

"This is true..."

The word "dragon" has no exit. On the stage, the president of Wenweng Academy stood on it with several elders.

The master of Wenweng Academy interrupted Xie Qingquan's words.

"Just in time for late spring."
To be continued...