Time Travel and Love

Chapter 410 Master Seventeen is Drunk

But both of them knew in their hearts that Bei Ming was planning to cause trouble, and there was really no other way except to go along with it and see what they were up to.

Chu Qingmeng glanced back at Mo Liujin, only to find that he had been staring at her the entire time, not the dancer. Mo Liujin's hand, which had been placed on her waist, had long been clenched into a fist. When he saw her looking back at him, he loosened his fist and hugged her tightly, whispering softly, "Madam, you're not afraid of me looking at the dancer, but you're afraid of the upper class looking at the dancer. Aren't you worrying too much?"

"..." Hearing the suppressed anger in Mo Liujin's tone, Chu Qingmeng was embarrassed for a moment. She didn't think that was what Shiyi meant! After thinking for a while, Chu Qingmeng sighed, "I'm not afraid that Shiyi will look at the dancer, but I am attracted to the dancer. It must feel nice to hold her like a little rabbit! Tell me, if Shiyi and I ask for her, can Shiyi give her to me?"

Mo Liujin froze, his neck crackling as he looked down at Chu Qingmeng. She?! She's attracted to that dancer?! He'd thought she was joking, but when he saw her gaze fixed on the dancer's breasts, his heart trembled. The words on his lips faltered, and he didn't know what to say. "Madam..."

"I really want to pinch her. Why is such a beautiful woman only given to men? Sigh."

Hearing the eagerness and regret in Chu Qingmeng's words, Mo Liujin's expression collapsed. He could no longer maintain the cold expression on his face. His previous anger was replaced by panic, and his hands unconsciously tightened again.

"Hiss." Chu Qingmeng frowned and looked at Mo Liujin, "What are you doing? You hurt me."

"Madam, she is a woman and cannot serve you." Mo Liujin whispered in her ear, unconsciously gritting his teeth.

"..." Chu Qingmeng's face was stained with a strange blush. Why did she understand what he meant by "serving" in an instant? Her eyes were blocked by a large hand. Mo Liujin's voice rang in her ears again, "Madam, please have some cakes to fill your stomach. Beauty cannot be eaten."

"..."

After the dance, the dancer came forward to pay her respects, then knelt down and looked at Eleven with a look of charm and coquettishness in her eyes, which made Concubine Shu, who was brought out nearby, furious.

Eleven pretended to be bewildered and accepted the gift. Then Nan Zhao also presented a gift, a zither.

Chu Siming, the seventh prince of Nanzhao, stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, this is a zither that our Nanzhao foreign nation presented to my father as tribute. It has a wide range of sounds, unlike any other. It's a pity that no one in Nanzhao is proficient in it. I wonder if there is anyone in Dayu who is proficient in it and would like us to hear its sound."

"This zither is very rare. Let the musicians in my palace study it before playing it for the Seventh Prince." Mo Liuyun wanted to leave this zither to Chu Qingmeng.

"Royal brother, why bother the palace musicians? Why not let An Ning play for us? She can play rare instruments like the pipa, so this thing shouldn't be difficult for her either." Seventeen seemed to be drunk, and he was drunken while speaking.

As soon as he said this, almost everyone looked at him. Mo Liujin was about to speak with a cold face when Chu Qingmeng's hand covered the back of his hand to stop him. After all, if he spoke in this situation, he would be the target of everyone's criticism.

Seeing that Eleventh wanted to speak as well, Chu Qingmeng spoke before anyone else, "Seventeenth Prince, you're too kind. An Ning is not a saint, how can she know everything? However, An Ning has a photographic memory. Since Seventeenth Prince thinks this zither is simple, why don't you demonstrate it for An Ning? An Ning should be able to learn it quickly."

"You!" Seventeen, sobered up a bit after being hit by this soft knife, snorted coldly, "How could I possibly know those women's things!"

"A gentleman is proficient in the Five Books and the Six Arts. The so-called Six Arts are rites, music, archery, charioteering, calligraphy and mathematics. The word "music" is essential. Seventeenth Prince has a child's nature, so His Majesty should find someone to supervise him and help him study more." Chu Qingmeng's tone was flat, but his words implied that Seventeenth Prince was still like a child, knowing nothing.

Mo Liujin was a little surprised, not because she was talking back to Shiqi, but because she was surprised at what she said about the six arts of a gentleman. Apparently, everyone at the banquet had the same doubt.

"You! What the hell is this gentleman six..." Seventeen drank a little too much and couldn't react for a moment. He couldn't react back. Sixteen on the side looked disgusted. He had no ability but still wanted to find fault!

Eleven took a sip of tea to hide the smile on his face. In a good mood, he interrupted Seventeen's spell and said, "Okay, Seventeenth Brother is drunk. No need to worry. Ask someone to bring him some sobering soup."

Receiving Eleven's warning look, Seventeen temporarily restrained himself. After the little episode, the scene became lively again, but many different eyes fell on Chu Qingmeng.

Gifts from various countries continued to be presented one after another. Mo Liujin lowered his eyes and looked at Chu Qingmeng. "Madam, your summary of the Six Arts of a Gentleman is indeed very accurate. I just don't know what these five books are?"

"..." Chu Qingmeng was choked. Although what they learned was similar to that of the ancient people of Dragon Country, the books were still different. After thinking for a long time, he replied, "The Five Books are the books of sages that you read, collectively known as the Five Books."

Mo Liujin nodded and didn't ask any more questions. Even if he asked, Chu Qingmeng couldn't tell him what the Five Books were!