I want to be innocent, but they don't allow me

The wife of the Grand Marshal glanced at Liu Minglan's back and smiled awkwardly:

"This child has been spoiled by me. I have already told him that I will not hurt Zicheng during the duel."

Mu Zhen looked at the Taiwei's wife, pondered for a while, and said:

"What happened back then was not my fault, madam. Besides, if it weren't for Brother Jingfei's lobbying for me in the court, I wouldn't have been able to leave the capital so easily."

As he spoke, he looked towards the field and sighed slightly:

"The past is the past, and I hope Madam will not worry too much about it."

At the same time, Liu Minglan had already jumped onto the stage.

There was an uproar among the crowd.

"It's rare to see a Confucian woman like this."

"This little girl is really pretty."

"Who could lay hands on such a pretty little girl?"

However, unlike the outsiders who came to watch the fight, many people in the Confucian-only stands had already begun shouting to Liu Minglan on the ring.

"Miss Liu, please be gentle and don't hurt Brother Zicheng."

"Yes, Brother Zicheng and I have an appointment to go to Yiyefang tonight to drink and recite poetry."

"You heard about it too? Six new courtesans were replaced overnight..."

Li Mu, who was brought to the Imperial Archery Range by Li Wu, happened to hear these words and looked at Li Wu strangely.

"They invited me, but I didn't accept!"

Li Wu was shocked and quickly explained.

"It doesn't matter. It's only right to see the world."

Li Mu smiled, his words hinted at something.

At this time, Ge Peining, who was behind them, heard the conversation between the two and snorted coldly, saying with disdain:

"Two brothers, birds of a feather."

Then he walked straight towards the stands.

Li Mu shrugged, looking nonchalant.

"Brother, it's really okay that you're blindfolded... eh?"

Before Li Wu could finish his words, Li Mu hit him on the head.

"Is it accurate?"

"Accurate! Exactly. It's the same spot as the previous two times."

Li Wu covered his forehead with his hands, feeling aggrieved but also a little bit of admiration.

...

"Who is this person? Where is Brother Zicheng?"

"Why is he covering his eyes with black silk? Is he blind?"

However, as soon as Li Mu came on stage, people in the stands started talking again.

But unlike ordinary people, many people still noticed some clues.

"This person is not simple."

"Yes, even though he was blindfolded, he went on stage without any hesitation, just like an ordinary person."

"This person's hearing is really amazing."

On the stage, Liu Minglan pursed her lips slightly and stared at Li Mu with her big eyes blinking.

Just as I was about to ask, an old voice sounded in my ears:

"The first match is between Liu Minglan and Li Qingyi. We will compete in martial arts and discuss the principles. It will be over when the time is right. Please do as you please!"

"Li Qingyi? Wasn't it Li Zicheng who drew the lot just now?"

Liu Minglan frowned and said crisply.

Li Mu didn't know whether his Miss Caiwei was watching him from some corner. He couldn't tell. He would ask Liu Minglan later. So he bowed and said:

"Brother, you are not good at martial arts, so you just drew the lot for me."

As the saying goes, don't hit a smiling person. Seeing this, Liu Minglan bowed slightly and returned the greeting to Li Mu.

Immediately, a sly smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she said with a turn of her eyes: "In that case, there is no need for me to hold back!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he took off the long sword from his waist and threw it aside.

Then he raised his palms, lowered his center of gravity slightly, and attacked Li Mu.

At this time, someone in the stands expressed doubts.

"Is this person Brother Zicheng's junior fellow apprentice?"

"The wise come first. With little brother Zicheng's talent, is it strange?"

“I just haven’t heard of this person before…”

"The great scholar Mu Zhen actually accepted a blind man as his disciple. Does he have any extraordinary strengths?"

"Shut up! Didn't you just hear? His last name is also Li!"

Someone in the crowd said something, and the originally noisy Confucian stands suddenly became quiet.

Immediately, many people turned their eyes to Mu Zhen.

At this time, Mu Zhen was sipping tea leisurely.

The wife of the Grand Marshal looked at Li Mu on the stage, frowned slightly, and asked:

"Is this Zhu Ting's second disciple?"

Mu Zhen put the teacup aside and nodded.

"Li Mu, Li Qingyi, the third son of Prince Yan's Mansion."

Mu Zhen revealed Li Mu's identity in a calm tone, but it was not difficult to hear the intention of showing off in it.

"It's really him, no wonder..."

"What's the wonder?"

Hearing the Taiwei's wife's low moan, Mu Zhen became interested for a rare time and asked.

"It seems that I am being too nosy. If it weren't for the incident on the third floor, Brother Zhu Ting would have already made sufficient preparations for this trip."

The commander's wife shook her head and chuckled, but one could hear a hint of bitterness in her words.

"Madam, there is no need to be so modest. I wanted to let the young man have some experience, but now it seems that he should thank Madam."

Mu Zhen spoke lightly, his words sounding a little unfamiliar.

"You win!"

At this time, Liu Minglan in the field tapped her toes lightly, retreated to a distance of about ten feet in front of Li Mu, and pursed her lips slightly.

Li Mu bowed in the direction of Liu Minglan and smiled slightly:

"Miss Liu, thank you for letting me!"

"..."

"What do you mean? Why did you admit defeat?"

"This is so unfair. Can you really do whatever you want just because you're handsome?"

"That little girl jumped around on the stage for a long time, and then she admitted defeat?"

No wonder the onlookers couldn’t understand.

In fact, Liu Minglan herself didn't understand it either.

From beginning to end, Li Mu stood on the stage and did not move at all except opening his mouth.

But every time Liu Minglan attacked, he would inexplicably pass by Li Mu.

Just like that, in the eyes of everyone.

Liu Minglan on the stage just ran around Li Mu.

The attack also deliberately avoided Li Mu.

But only Liu Minglan himself knew that he had used all his strength but still could not hit Li Mu.

Hearing the voices of the crowd, her face turned slightly red, and then she felt a little aggrieved.

He looked at Li Mu suspiciously and asked:

"You really can't see it?"

"Step down first."

"Oh!"

Liu Minglan followed Li Mu silently, walking towards the stage step by step.

However, in the eyes of everyone, this scene confirmed that Liu Minglan and Li Mu knew each other.

The two of them are playing a fake match.

And it was a fake match that insulted the audience.

"This is a Confucian gathering of elegant people in the snow and wind. How dare they do that?"

In the crowd, as soon as someone opened his mouth angrily, he was covered by the person next to him.

"Keep your voice down, his last name is Li!"

"So what..."

However, before he could finish his words, he stopped instantly.

As the next competitor came on stage, everyone tacitly forgot about what had happened before and no one mentioned it again.

These words naturally fell into Li Mu's ears.

But he didn't care.

This was originally his design. Although there is a slight deviation, the effect is almost the same.

With the information bombardment he received before the time travel, this little operation was not difficult for him.

Li Mu's method is very simple.

Question Li Mu, understand Li Mu, and admire Li Mu.

First let everyone doubt him, and then when he gradually shows his prowess, let everyone know that they had misunderstood him before, so that they will feel guilty, and finally be convinced by his strength.

When Li Mu first made the plan, he was proud for a long time.

It’s a pity that Mu Zhen now seems to have achieved his desired goal.

Li Mu’s plan would be meaningless.

After returning to the audience and introducing each other, Li Mu was very surprised.

I didn't expect the wife of the Grand Commandant to sit with Mu Zhen, "Do these two really have a grudge?"

Li Mu felt more and more that old man Mo Wuyan was not very reliable.

After some compliments to each other, the Grand Marshal's wife saw that Liu Minglan was obviously in a bad mood after learning that Li Mu was the crown prince, so she prepared to take her away first.

Seeing this, Li Mu quickly called out to Liu Minglan:

"Miss Liu, do you know a girl named Caiwei? We agreed to meet today, but we didn't..."

Unexpectedly, before Li Mu could finish his words, Liu Minglan interrupted him and said, "I don't know him!"

"Maybe not this name. She said she is familiar with you."

Liu Minglan frowned slightly and looked at Li Mu strangely:

"There are only two women, my teacher and I, attending the Fengxue Gathering this time. If it weren't for us two, His Royal Highness would have to look for someone over there."

As he said this, he pointed to the stands on the other side, turned around and left.

After they walked out of the Imperial Archery Range, the Grand Marshal's wife suddenly seemed to remember something and asked:

"Could the woman the prince just mentioned be Jianjia? She suddenly said she wanted to go back to the capital last night, could it be..."

"How could that be? How could that woman be familiar with the man?"

Liu Minglan curled the corners of his mouth, but his tone was firm.

The Taiwei's wife thought about it for a moment and nodded, thinking it made sense.

"It's a pity that the two of them are still engaged. If Jianjia hadn't left..."

Unexpectedly, Liu Minglan said disdainfully: "He is the prince of Yan, but he hides his identity and bullies others. That woman must have got the news first and knew he was there, so she went back to the capital overnight."