My Wife is A Sword God

“What? That masterpiece of poetry was also written by this young master?” someone couldn’t help but exclaim.

Qin Feng felt the gaze of the crowd and his expression stiffened.

Just a moment ago, he had denied knowing the poet in front of Luo Yu and these people. He even boasted about the poet’s extraordinary talent in front of everyone.

If he admitted it now, wouldn’t he be humiliating himself on the spot?

No, absolutely not, he couldn’t admit it!

“But why would this person think that I wrote the poem? Is there some kind of reliance? No, that’s impossible. When I wrote the poem, only that girl and Black Charcoal Head were present. It must be my revealed profound knowledge that led this person to make such a guess. She’s trying to deceive me!”

After figuring it out, Qin Feng’s face remained unchanged, and he replied with a smile, “I’m sorry, but I didn’t write that poem. I’ve told Brother Luo before that I also admire the poet very much, and if given the chance, I’d like to have a drink and chat with that person.”

The young man in green nearby nodded and said, “That’s right, I can testify to that.”

Little Bai, the fan boy, also spoke up, “With the style of that poem, it’s impossible for him to have written it. Even my young master might not be able to produce such a piece.”

Only Black Charcoal Head on the side looked somewhat uneasy.

“Is that so?” Cang Mu raised her eyebrows slightly, a hint of mockery in her eyes.

She walked around Qin Feng and said slowly, “This poem was written in my Treasured Butterfly Pavilion, and the poet even took away the best treasure, the Flowing Cloud Hairpin, from my shop!”

Hearing this, Qin Feng’s pupils opened slightly, and a trace of uneasiness emerged in his heart.

He never expected that the beautiful black-dressed woman in front of him, who resembled Miss Cang, was actually the behind-the-scenes owner of the Treasured Butterfly Pavilion!

“Is it?” Qin Feng still didn’t loosen his stance, just forcing a smile.

Cang Mu blinked and spoke again, “The Flowing Cloud Hairpin is no ordinary item; it can’t be stored in ordinary spatial artifacts and can only be carried on one’s person. After getting close to you, I seemed to sense the familiar aura of the Flowing Cloud Hairpin.”

As she finished speaking, the black-dressed woman hooked her index finger.

Oh no… Qin Feng widened his eyes, trying to cover his clothes, but he was a bit too late.

In the blink of an eye, the jade hairpin slipped out of his embrace and into the hands of the black-dressed woman.

“Oh, this jade hairpin is really beautiful.” Cang Mu covered her mouth under the black scarf, pretending to be surprised.

“Rules are set by your Treasured Butterfly Pavilion. Are you going to break them now and take back this jade hairpin?” Qin Feng urged anxiously.

“Do you admit it?”

Oops, in a moment of urgency, I misspoke… Qin Feng glanced around at the complex and enlightened expressions of the people, then looked at the young man in green robes whose warm smile was gradually fading. His expression became somewhat awkward.

The delicate fingers of Cang Mu, like jade, gently twisted the Flowing Cloud Hairpin, and then pressed it on Qin Feng’s chest. She said, “The rules of the Treasured Butterfly Pavilion were set by me, and naturally, I won’t break my word. Here, take back this flowing cloud hairpin… But, could you do me a favor?”

“What favor?” Qin Feng put the flowing cloud hairpin into his bosom, looking wary.

After the incident just now, he understood that the woman in front of him was not to be underestimated!

“Because of certain reasons, the poem you wrote didn’t stay in my Treasured Butterfly Pavilion. I hope you can rewrite it for me.” Cang Mu glanced at the person behind her, Jiang Yexin, and then withdrew her gaze.

Qin Feng felt the burning gazes of the crowd, and his scalp tingled.

Do I have to embarrass myself for the second time?

He originally wanted to refuse, but heard the other person speak again, “Your headband looks interesting. Could it be a gift from my niece, Feilan?”

Upon hearing this, Qin Feng widened his eyes. The woman in front of him did know Miss Cang, and not only knew her, but she was also Miss Cang’s aunt!

“Alright, you help me write the poem, and I’ll tell you a little secret about Feilan, how about that?” Cang Mu whispered close, her gentle breath came through the black veil, carrying the fragrance of a woman.

Miss Cang’s little secret, is this a serious secret? After a moment of internal struggle, Qin Feng nodded in agreement.

At this time, Jiang Yexin spoke, “Since that’s the case, why don’t we move inside? I have excellent writing materials there.”

“Okay.” Qin Feng had long been stared at by the people behind him and wished to leave early.

Of course, Luo Yu, the young master in green, was also invited in. After all, he correctly answered more than three Camellia names, so he was qualified to enter and appreciate the flowers.

…

The group followed Lady Jiang into the garden. Qin Feng found an opportunity to approach Luo Yu and apologized, “Brother Luo, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hide it from you earlier. It’s just that I’ve always been accustomed to a low profile and dislike being too conspicuous.”

Luo Yu responded with a gentle smile, “I understand, Brother Qin. A tree that stands out in the forest will be toppled by the wind.”

“After all, you are also an outstanding and remarkable individual. It’s reasonable to keep a low profile to avoid jealousy.” the young man in green clothes said with a distinctive accent.

“Eh” Qin Feng’s expression froze.

In the garden, there was a pavilion where Jiang Yexin mentioned the “Four Treasures of the Study.”

As they walked a distance, Qin Feng clasped his hands and said, “Brother Luo, I’ll take my leave now. If there’s a chance, I’ll invite you for a drink next time, as a gesture of apology.”

Luo Yu respectfully returned the gesture, “Certainly, certainly. Brother Qin, the one with outstanding talent and charm, we’ll meet again.”

You’re not going to stop, are you?

After entering the pavilion, the Sect Master Jiang instructed someone to prepare a white scroll and grind the ink.

Qin Feng picked up the brush, and with vigorous strokes, his elegant words spread across the white scroll, turning into beautiful poetry.

The members of the Hundred Flowers Sect gazed with admiration, but before they could look more, the woman in the black dress waved her right hand, and the scroll with the poetry was collected.

Jiang Yexin sighed, “Why are you in such a hurry? I’m not competing with you.”

Cang Mu pretended not to hear, stretched lazily, truly exuding a captivating charm.

Qin Feng slightly hesitated and discreetly averted his gaze.

“Alright, since you’ve written poems for me, I’ll share a little secret about that girl Feilan with you.” Cang Mu beckoned with her finger, signaling the other person to come closer.

Qin Feng complied, still speculating in his heart about what Miss Cang’s little secret might be.

“If you get the chance, take the initiative to lift the veil on that girl. All her secrets are underneath, you know?” Cang Mu said this and didn’t say anything more.

Is that it?

Qin Feng’s mouth slightly opened, full of confusion. “Senior, is there nothing else?”

“Nope, just that…” Cang Mu lazily leaned back on the long bench and even let out a yawn.

Qin Feng felt like he had been deceived, or rather, insulted with this kind of intelligence-insulting deception.

Lift Feilan’s veil to know her secret.

As if he would need you to tell him that, and if he dared, did he need your advice?

The group chatted in the courtyard for a while, and then Qin Feng left under the pretext of appreciating the flowers.

He came out on this trip to find his wife at the Myriad Sword Sect, and now he was staying in the same room with these two exceptional women.

If he stayed with them for a long time, his thoughts might slide downhill…

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