Chapter 18: The First Young Master (Part 2)

  Suddenly, I feel like these four people have a leg up on each other. It seems that Yu Mu likes Mu Dan, Mu Dan likes Mu Qingfeng, and Mu Qingfeng also seems to like Mu Dan, but Bu Yao likes Yu Mu. 151+ Novel updates faster than a rocket, dare you not believe it? And she herself is just a bystander.

  "It turns out that Peony Girl was the beauty invited by Elm Young Master." Mu Qingfeng seemed unhappy, his tone somewhat unpleasant, and the warmth from earlier had dissipated by half. He walked to the back of Yu Mu.

  Bu Yao blocked Mu Qingfeng's way at this moment, as if she didn't want him to pass.

  "Master Mu, you are also my guest." Bu Yao said lightly. However, there was a hint of reproach in her tone. "Master Mu, today I have indeed troubled you, Bu Yao."

  Jian Bu Yao turned to face Yu Mu, who was fanning himself with a white fan in the clear breeze. Smiling, he said, "The scenery here is indeed beautiful. If there weren't any beauties accompanying us, wouldn't this fine day and beautiful scene be wasted? Isn't that right, Young Master Yu Mu?"

  Qilin stared at the three of them, she had seen the grand debates at Tsinghua and Peking University, and had even engaged in verbal sparring with the aunties at the vegetable market, but she had never seen such a refined debate. This was what ancient people were like, wasn't it? Just call one over and they'd be a Peking University champion!

  "What Mr. Mu said is quite right." Elm carefully put away the fan and said slowly, "Women are like flowers, beautiful and noble, truly a heavenly gift."

  Yu Mu's words made Yáo and Mùdān blush, who wouldn't be happy to receive such praise? However, Qi Lin knew that this wasn't the point, what came after was the most important part. Sure enough, Yu Mu spoke again.

  "How can such a treasure be tainted by ordinary things?" After finishing, Yu Mu raised his teacup, and Qi Lin had already poured the tea. He drank it with satisfaction. "Only such a clean and beautiful scenery can match its beauty."

  Bù Yáo gazed at the elm tree with a hint of surprise, and the admiration in her eyes grew even more.

  Yu Mu said that, and Mu Qingfeng suddenly closed his fan and opened his mouth to say: "The flowers by the roadside are also flowers, the flowers on the high branches are also flowers. Some flowers can be picked at will, while some flowers cannot be reached no matter how hard one tries. May I ask, what kind of flower is it that you, Yu Mu, have in mind? Is it the flower that blooms in the Phoenix Temple, or what other flower?"

  "Wooden public son."

  The angry person was not Yu Mu, but Bu Ya. At this time, Bu Ya's eyes were filled with anger, and she picked up the teacup on the table, pouring all the tea water onto Mu Qingfeng's face. She carelessly threw away the teacup, then took out a silk handkerchief to wipe off the water stains on her hands, and discarded it. Looking at Mu Qingfeng with raised eyebrows, she said, "Mr. Mu, since you like those high-branch flowers, why don't you go pick them? Why come to this Drunken Flower Pavilion and pretend to be noble?"

  "So, Miss Bu Yao is admitting that she's a roadside flower? I didn't say anything though." Mu Qingfeng sat down with a smile instead of anger, and glanced at Peony with a slanted gaze "Miss Peony, what do you think?"

  The peony pinched her lips, although she was a woman of the wind and dust, she had never been humiliated like this before. Just as she thought of standing up to scold Mu Qingfeng, someone took a step ahead of her.

  "To be able to receive the praise of the first young master of the richest man in Fenghuang Country, even if it's a wildflower, it can still be considered a high-class flower." After Qilin finished speaking, she only then realized that her current identity was completely unsuitable. She couldn't help but speak out, and now everyone's attention was on her, so she couldn't not say anything. Qilin stood up, but found that her feet were sore and numb to the point of being unbearable, and could only stand in place. "The gaze of Mu Gongzi is truly one of a kind."

  Mu Qingfeng turned his head to look at Qi Lin, and was startled by the crimson color on Qi Lin's face. He had originally thought that all the maids in the Drunken Flower Pavilion were delicate, but unexpectedly this maid was an exception, which he hadn't noticed earlier.

  "Who are you?" Mu Qingfeng asked in confusion.

  Qilin politely returned a courtesy and said "I am Ah Xue, a third-class maid of Zuihuajian."