Both worlds are like dreams

Mo Ruilin sent a follower to welcome Gu Qinglan here. Xuehuang quickly poured a cup of tea and handed it to him, "Brother Qinglan, you have worked hard."

Gu Qinglan was quite surprised to see her here. He had been immersed in the chessboard and had not noticed the arrival of Xue Huang and the others.

"Thank you." He took the teacup.

Gu Qinglan was wearing a snow-white middle garment today, with a silver satin belt around his waist and a green robe on the outside. He looked very elegant and handsome.

Of course, it is because he has a handsome and free-spirited appearance and a tall and slender figure, so he looks good in anything he wears.

Xue Huang looked at her clothes, then looked at Mo Ruilin. Sure enough, he was staring at them with a smile on his face.

"Why are you here?" Gu Qinglan asked as he sat down.

"Miss Xuehuang heard that you were playing chess here, so she hurried here to support you." Mo Ruilin smiled meaningfully.

Gu Qinglan looked at Xue Huang with an unconcealable tenderness. He had been busy with the affairs of the Xiyue Mission these days and had not seen her. He did not expect that she would appear in his heart. He could not help but feel happy.

"Brother Qinglan is known as the chess saint, so winning is inevitable." Xuehuang said with a smile.

\"Miss Xuehuang, thank you for your praise." Gu Qinglan said with a smile, \"I was just lucky today."

"No matter what, winning is winning, there's no need to be modest." Xue Huang said.

"The battle went well today," said Murray Lin with a smile, "We can have a drink to celebrate."

Wei Yunzhou glanced at him coldly, "You're so happy after only winning a few games?"

"Because I believe in the strength of Brother Wei and Miss Xuehuang." Mo Ruilin said with a smile.

"Fifth brother, do you think the Xiyue delegation came all the way here just to exchange ideas?" Xue Huang asked puzzledly.

\"What else?" Murilan asked.

Xue Huang shook her head, "I guess it's something important?"

"So far, I can't quite see what Xiyue is trying to do. But Beiling must not lose." Mo Ruilin said.

\"Don't worry, Fifth Brother, Second Uncle and I will help you." Xue Huang said, and looked at Wei Yunzhou, "Right? Second Uncle?"

Wei Yunzhou looked at her coldly and said, "If you want to fight Lan Ruofeng, you'd better go back and practice sword immediately."

Hearing this, Gu Qinglan looked at Xue Huang, frowned slightly, and asked worriedly: "Do you want to challenge Lan Ruofeng?"

Xue Huang nodded, "Lan Ruofeng is a well-known swordsman in the martial arts world. It is rare to be able to spar with him."

"Can……"

"I know what you are worried about. Don't worry, it's just a competition. He is so old and he lives in Shangyang City. How could he possibly bully a kid like me?" Xue Huang said with a smile.

Gu Qinglan knew that people in the martial arts world had their own way of doing things, but he couldn't help but worry about Xue Huang getting hurt. "Then you must be careful."

"It's still early." Xue Huang said.

Mo Ruilin said, "Then let's go to Tianxianglou for a drink. The Flowery Snow we had last time was really good."

Hearing this, Mo Xingyue's eyes lit up, and she put away the music score and said, "I'll go too."

"What were you looking at just now? So seriously?" asked Mo Ruilin.

Mo Xingyue said helplessly: "I thought you didn't see me at all."

"how come?"

"I won't tell you," Mo Xingyue said with a mysterious smile, "You will know in a few days."

"Let's go, then." said Murray.

Just as they were about to stand up, they heard Qin Ji on Xuanyuan Terrace suddenly speak up, "I am not talented enough, but would I have the honor to compete with Princess Xingyue of your country?"

Mo Xingyue was stunned for a moment, and looked at Mo Ruilin with eyes full of help, as if saying: I can't do it!

Mo Ruilin naturally knew her level. She was average in all the arts of music, chess, calligraphy and painting. If she were to compete with the most talented woman in Xiyue, she would definitely be defeated miserably.

But in front of the people of Beiling and the Xiyue delegation, he could neither refuse based on his status nor refuse the challenge. What should he do?

Qin Ji said again: "I know that my status is humble, but Princess Xingyue is as her name suggests, like the stars and the moon, she is truly a daughter of heaven. Qin Ji would be honored if the princess could teach her, and I hope the princess would condescend to teach her."

It was hard to refuse now. Mo Xingyue had no choice but to walk out, "Miss Qin Ji, you are too kind. I am not as talented as you, but your delegation has come from afar, so I will not refuse. What do you want to compete?"

"How about poetry?" Qin Ji asked with a smile.

Mo Ruilin whispered: "You are really good at choosing. Xingyue dislikes poetry the most."

"I, Bei Ling, love martial arts. Even women practice martial arts. I'm not that interested in literary things like reciting poems or composing couplets because they're meaningless," said Mo Xingyue.

Xue Huang thought to herself: What a good eloquence. She can say something so generously.

Qin Ji smiled and said, "The poems are a bit flowery, but with the princess's knowledge, it should be able to broaden our horizons."

This is absolutely necessary.

Mo Xingyue frowned slightly, and just as she was about to speak, Xue Huang walked up to her and said, "Since Miss Qin Ji wants to compete in poetry, let's have a competition."

"What are you doing?" Mo Xingyue whispered.

"I am not talented, but I am willing to take the stage in place of Princess Xingyue." Xuehuang said.

"Excuse me, Qinji, but may I ask who you are?"

"An unknown person who knows a little about poetry," Xue Huang said with a smile, "Since our princess doesn't like poetry, Miss Qinji is so knowledgeable, she should know that it is rude to force someone to do something. How about we compete with each other first?"

Qin Ji still looked like she was asking for advice humbly. Her face remained calm when she heard the words. She smiled and said, "It's my pleasure. Please come in, young lady."

Xue Huang slowly walked towards Xuanyuantai.

"Brother Wei," Mo Ruilin said with a smile, "I didn't realize that your Guigu Sect is so outstanding!"

Wei Yunzhou glanced at him and said calmly: "As far as I know, she has never learned poetry."

Hearing this, Mo Ruilin spit out a mouthful of tea and asked in shock: "What? Then how can you let her go up there?"

Wei Yunzhou didn't say anything.

Mo Xingyue was also worried, "Is she really sure?"

Only Gu Qinglan remained calm. Looking at Xuehuang's back, he was extremely confident that she must be fully confident.

Xue Huang, who walked onto Xuanyuan Terrace, instantly became the focus of everyone's attention. It was not because she was responsible for a victory or defeat at this moment, but because of her stunning appearance.

In a pavilion in the north, a figure in red can be vaguely seen, leaning casually on a chair with a wine glass in hand, his cold eyes falling on Xuanyuan Terrace.

It’s not a competition of martial arts, but poetry. How interesting.

Bei Ling's officials all gave Xue Huang encouraging looks, but Xue Huang looked calm on the outside, but felt guilty on the inside.

How could she write poetry? She dared to come forward at this time only because she had a backup plan.