After marrying wrongly, I became the general's white moonlight

Chapter 115 Cramps

"Of course, how could I joke about this kind of thing, if you don't believe me, ask Sedum."

Pei Mo turned his head and glanced out the window, realizing that it was getting late, so he put down the book in his hand, put his arms around Murong Qing's slender waist, and walked towards the bed.

"Okay, it's late enough to read today, let's go rest with this general."

The implication is self-evident, Murong Qing couldn't help blushing, but her body was very honest, obediently followed Pei Mo to the bedside.

Early the next morning, Pei Mo changed into court clothes and went to court. After Murong Qing warmly helped him get up, he had a quick breakfast and went directly to the poetry competition.

After Yan Jingtian released the news, many celebrities in the literary world in Beijing wanted to come and try.

When Murong Qing arrived at the scene, she found that the place was already full of people. All the people who came to sign up were famous literati in the capital. Some of them were familiar to her, while others she hadn't met a few times.

"My God, I didn't expect these literati to be so interested in Ye Mingzhu." Murong Qing couldn't help but sigh in his heart when he saw these people with extraordinary temperament, but they flocked for a Ye Mingzhu.

But thinking about that Ye Mingzhu is a priceless treasure, I feel relieved.

After all, who doesn't love money in the world?

While thinking about it, Murong Qing prepared to go to the registration desk to register.

But as soon as he walked to the square in front, he saw the third prince coming from a distance.

"Why is the third prince here?" Murong Qing was surprised, before he had time to think about it, he quickly turned around and ran behind a pillar, and hid in a hurry.

Compared with these celebrities in the department, I am not even an onion. If the third prince finds out, wouldn't it be shameful?
Pei Mo and the third prince are deadly enemies again, and she doesn't want to lose her position in front of the third prince.

But it was a coincidence that the third prince had already seen her from a distance.

"I said Miss Murong, why did you hide when you saw me, as if you wanted to hide from me on purpose." The third prince smiled, but he seemed to be waiting to see Murong Qing's joke in his heart, "It makes me seem like a How scary, don't look like this."

Murong Qing saw that today might not be able to get around the hurdle of the third prince, as soon as he thought about it, a bright smile appeared on his face.

"Oh, what is the third prince talking about?" Murong Qingming smiled, which made the third prince's heart move slightly, "I left too quickly just now, I couldn't see the third prince, please forgive me."

As Murong Qing said, he bowed respectfully and bowed to the Third Prince.

"If the third prince has nothing important to do, then I'm leaving." Murong Qing hurriedly left a sentence before planning to leave.

"Hey," the third prince quickly reached out his hand to stop Murong Qing when he saw this, "We just met, can we chat, so what are you in a hurry for?"

"What would the third prince want to talk about?"

Murong Qing pondered for a moment, seeing that the third prince was deliberately trying to find fault with him, and he didn't want to let him go, so he couldn't be in a hurry, so he decided to plan and followed his words.

"But I'm also very curious," Murong Qing raised his eyebrows, and there was a trace of teasing in his eyes, "I heard that this is the registration site for the poetry competition held by Lord Yan. Could it be that the third prince came here because he was interested in this competition?" Interested too?"

The third prince's face was calm, but his tone was very proud: "Even the emperor knows about this poetry competition, and the participants are all leading figures in the literary world in the capital, or they are geniuses. The prince is here to supervise, does Miss Murong have any objections?"

Murong Qing understood in his heart, quickly pretended to be very respectful, saluted and said: "It turns out that the emperor sent the third prince here, so I won't bother you, third prince, please go ahead."

Having said that, Murong Qing turned sideways, making way for the Third Prince.

But the third prince didn't seem to intend to leave, his curious eyes kept sizing up Murong Qing.

"Miss Murong hasn't told the prince yet, what are you doing here?" The third prince had a thoughtful expression, as if he was not going to leave without asking the answer.

"Of course I came to sign up too." Murong Qing didn't hide his intention.

But in the next second, she heard the third prince's mocking laughter.

"Haha, Miss Murong is joking, right?" The third prince's unbelievable expression caused the attendants behind him to mock him.

"Do you know who are the people participating in the poetry writing conference this time? They are all celebrities in the capital's literary world. Which one is not the most talented?"

The third prince ignored Murong Qing's embarrassment, and smiled presumptuously: "Ms. Murong wants to compete with these people, I'm afraid it's a little whimsical?"

The followers behind him also laughed happily, but Murong Qing didn't react too much, instead he smiled coldly.

"I don't need the third prince to worry about my affairs, I will leave." Murong Qing remained expressionless, ignored the third prince and his group of followers, and left directly.

There was a burst of laughter behind her, but she didn't care about it anymore.

"Great, I was worried that there was no reason to sign up for this competition, but I didn't expect God to help me!"

Turning around and walking to a place where no one was around, Murong Qing suddenly became excited and clenched his little fists excitedly.

"Third prince, third prince, you thought you had hit me, but unfortunately things backfired. You have helped me a lot."

She was worried that she had no reason to participate in this poetry competition, but she did not expect that the third prince would help her.

Back at the General's Mansion, Murong Qing told Pei Mo about the matter and pretended to be very angry.

"The third prince looks down on women so much, saying that a woman's lack of talent is a virtue, so my wife insists on arguing about it!"

Murong Qing pouted angrily, "I'm sure to participate in this poetry competition!"

Pei Mo believed this matter to be true, and felt indignant for Murong Qing in his heart. Hearing what she said, of course he wanted to strongly support his wife.

"Okay! My wife is ambitious, so let's win the championship at the poetry writing conference and be proud of the third prince." Pei Mo cheered Murong Qing on, vowing to support her unconditionally.

Murong Qing was full of surprise, turned around and locked himself in the study, ready to study hard all night.

There was a pile of books on the table in the study room, all about poetry and anthology, Murong Qing opened the book and read two pages, and felt a little drowsy.

"Hey, it seems that reading is not something that ordinary people can do. Why do you feel sleepy the more you read?" Murong Qing opened his arms and yawned, his eyelids felt a little heavy.

She didn't like reading since she was a child, and this time she really couldn't help it, so she prepared to cram for the time being.

But the willpower was still a little weak, and after reading a few pages, he plopped down on the table and fell asleep.

(End of this chapter)