67: "Qingping Diao"! I'll give you the rest later!

Pei Shuyun was lost in the artistic conception of the poem, murmuring the lines Li Shengyuan had spoken.

"Clouds want... clothes... flowers want faces..."

"What beautiful lines, are these really for me?"

Good lines can be savored repeatedly, and just the first line made Pei Shuyun very satisfied.

She even eagerly reached out and grabbed Li Shengyuan's hand, which was gently caressing her cheek, and with a light in her phoenix eyes, she pressed, "And what's the next line?"

Seeing the anticipation in Pei Shuyun's eyes, Li Shengyuan smiled with satisfaction. No woman would dislike this poem by Li Shixian, which praises the beauty of Yang Guifei!

The most important thing was that Pei Shuyun thought this poem was written for her.

However, this poem was indeed very suitable for Pei Shuyun. She was currently the nominal wife of Yan Wang, the Yan Consort, noble in status yet not lacking in allure. Moreover, Li Shengyuan felt that there were few who could rival her in beauty, so this elegant poem suited her very well!

"Hurry up and tell me, what's the next line?"

Seeing Li Shengyuan playing coy again, Pei Shuyun couldn't help but urge him.

Li Shengyuan remained silent, only holding her hand. He closed his eyes, intoxicated, inhaling the faint fragrance emanating from her, gradually drawing closer to her, and then slowly began, "Spring breeze... brushes the railing..."

With only three words left unspoken, Li Shengyuan had already wrapped one arm around Pei Shuyun's slender waist, who was immersed in the poem, and held her jade-like hand with the other. The two were pressed tightly together, and Li Shengyuan brought his lips to her earlobe. After a gentle inhale of her fragrance, he calmly uttered the remaining three words.

"Dew is thick..."

At this moment, Pei Shuyun unconsciously leaned her head against Li Shengyuan's chest, ignoring his large hands exploring her, letting him take liberties.

Li Shengyuan also didn't disturb her, but honestly explored her measurements.

Although he had a brief taste during the dance, there were too many people, so he couldn't be too bold. Now that they were alone, he didn't have to worry too much.

While feeling Pei Shuyun's voluptuous body, Li Shengyuan couldn't help but sigh with emotion. He hadn't expected that plagiarizing poetry could lead to such a beautiful encounter. It seemed he really had to kowtow to the immortal poet Li Bai when he returned!

Pei Shuyun's eyes were hazy, and she kept murmuring the two lines of poetry Li Shengyuan had spoken, completely immersed in the artistic conception of the poem.

"Clouds want clothes, flowers want faces... Spring breeze brushes the railing, dew is thick..."

"Such elegant lines and a beautiful woman, is this really about me?"

Pei Shuyun, lost in the moment, repeatedly savored the lines of the poem. The more she savored them, the sweeter they became, and a satisfied smile appeared on her lips.

A moment later, she suddenly looked up, her beautiful eyes bright as she looked directly at Li Shengyuan, her expectant, longing red lips slightly parted as she said, "And what else? Although these two lines are beautiful, they are ultimately not complete. If they have flaws, they are not perfect!"

"Nothing in the world can be perfect, and poetry is the same," Li Shengyuan said with a faint smile.

"But I've shown my sincerity, shouldn't you show yours too?"

Though the beauty was captivating, Li Shengyuan would not forget to attend to business.

It was already a great act of mercy for him to recite the first two lines for free, risking being taken advantage of!

Upon hearing this, Pei Shuyun immediately gave Li Shengyuan an annoyed glare, broke free from his embrace, and slapped away his hand that was measuring her figure.

She cursed the scoundrel under her breath for being so unromantic, talking about other things at such a moment.

Her angry jade-like face, however, carried a mature charm, and she huffed, "Such a beautiful poem with such a wonderful artistic conception, can't you separate it from profit? It makes the poem impure!"

Li Shengyuan listened and immediately rolled his eyes, utterly speechless. What a literary woman!

Indeed, as long as it was a woman, even if she was a princess, she could not escape being unreasonable.

She was the one who said she would exchange a poem for information, and now she was blaming him for destroying the purity of the poem.

Li Shengyuan sighed inwardly, women are truly fickle...

Actually, Pei Shuyun just wanted the poem Li Shengyuan gave her to be pure, without any other interests mixed in, so that she would feel their relationship was special.

When she previously suggested exchanging a poem, she mainly hadn't expected Li Shengyuan to compose lines that would satisfy her so much.

However, she quickly realized she was being unreasonable. After calming herself down and giving Li Shengyuan, the unromantic scoundrel, a glare, she took out several black recording stones and a scroll from her storage bracelet and handed them to him.

She explained in a calm tone, "The recording stones contain a few pieces of evidence of Mu Yunxiao meeting with Demon Sect leaders or Northern Barbarian chiefs. The recordings are very short, and I captured them by accident."

"As for the scroll, it contains some records of his misdeeds over the years, all of which are records of embezzling public funds, secretly contacting Demon Barbarians and Demon Sect leaders, and even betraying Dagan intelligence and military deployments."

Li Shengyuan merely opened the scroll and glanced at it, and his heart was greatly shocked. Coupled with Pei Shuyun's explanation, he was first enraged by Mu Yunxiao's treachery.

Then he was astonished by the methods of the charming woman before him!

This Yan Consort was truly no ordinary person. The things Mu Yunxiao did must have been extremely secretive, and probably very few of his subordinates knew about them.

Yet, Pei Shuyun had managed to collect some of the incriminating evidence!

Even if it wasn't everything Mu Yunxiao had done, this woman was truly terrifying!

This made Li Shengyuan even more wary of her.

"How is it? Is it all what you need?" Pei Shuyun asked faintly.

Without changing his expression, Li Shengyuan put all the evidence into his storage ring and smiled lightly at Pei Shuyun:

"Wangfei is indeed the mistress of the Prince Yans Mansion. I didn't expect you to be able to gather evidence for such secretive matters. Your methods truly impress me!"

Pei Shuyun heard the implied meaning in Li Shengyuan's words, gave a light hmph, and didn't take it to heart. Instead, she said with full expectation:

"I've given you everything. Is my sincerity enough? Now, can you tell me the rest of the poem!"

Li Shengyuan nodded with satisfaction, "Not bad, this much evidence is indeed enough."

"Then what are you waiting for? Hurry and tell me the rest of the poem!"

Li Shengyuan looked at the impatient Pei Shuyun and said exasperatedly,

"Do you really think such a good poem can be recited offhand? I told you you lack literary flair, but you didn't believe me!"

"What do you mean?" Pei Shuyun frowned in confusion, a bad premonition in her heart.

Li Shengyuan said calmly, "It means the remaining two lines haven't been written yet, so I can't give you the rest of the poem now."

Upon hearing this, Pei Shuyun's beautiful eyes widened. She quickly moved in front of Li Shengyuan, her two jade-like hands gripping his collar tightly, and she said through gritted teeth, infuriated:

"Dare you say that again? I gave you everything, and you're telling me the last two lines of the poem are gone?!"

"You really think this granny can be taken advantage of at will, don't you?!"

Li Shengyuan, however, remained calm, knowing that only by keeping Pei Shuyun on edge, making her restless and constantly thinking of him, would she realize how precious this poem was.

He instinctively wrapped one arm around Pei Shuyun's slender waist, pulling her close against him, and released her hands from his collar.

After this series of actions, Pei Shuyun's mature face had turned crimson, and most of her anger had dissipated.

"Don't be angry. I didn't say I wouldn't give you the remaining two lines. Creating good poetry requires inspiration. You wouldn't want me to just give you two random lines and ruin the first two, would you?"

"That... seems to make sense," Pei Shuyun frowned and nodded slightly.

Li Shengyuan smiled and patted Pei Shuyun's back,

"So, you just wait patiently for a while. When I'm inspired, I'll create the last two lines and give them to you together!"