248: Chapter 248 This girl isn't stupid

"Besides..."

Ouyang Wanqing picked up her teacup, gently stirred the tea leaves with the lid, and raised her head as if inadvertently, meeting Palace Master Su Jianqing's gaze:

"Speaking of talent for writing poetry, Wanqing cannot help but recall the poem 'little pond' that the Palace Master personally appraised during the literary class at the Academy some days ago.

Come to think of it, that poem was also written by Chen San. Its Concept was extremely ethereal, and I pondered over it for a long time after returning.

I always felt... that the Literary Qi of that poem did not seem like it should only be ordinary blue..."

As soon as these words were spoken, Palace Master Su Jianqing's hand holding the teacup paused for a split second.

The air in the hall seemed to freeze for an instant.

The two women's gazes met silently in mid-air, one dignified, one gentle.

It was just that the atmosphere felt somewhat subtle.

But it was only for a fleeting moment before Palace Master Su Jianqing returned to her gentle and intellectual demeanor.

She sighed softly, saying with some regret:

"The world is vast, and poems often share the same essence.

I do have some impression of that 'little pond', but unfortunately, the Literary Qi was ultimately lacking.

It cannot compare to today's golden Literary Qi 'ode to the wild goose'."

Neither side gained the upper hand in this round of covert sparring.

Palace Master Su Jianqing knew that Ouyang Wanqing likely knew some information about this Chen San.

These words just now were meant to tell her that she knew about her hoarding the golden Literary Qi, so she should stop pursuing it further.

And Ouyang Wanqing also understood that Palace Master Su Jianqing's words meant that she definitely would not give up.

After pulling at each other with a few more empty words, Palace Master Su Jianqing saw that she really could not extract any useful information from Ouyang Wanqing.

Knowing that staying any longer would only be asking for trouble, she stood up with a smile.

"Since you are unharmed, I will return to the Academy first. If you have any news about that Chen San, be sure to inform me immediately."

"This Disciple understands, safe travels, Palace Master."

Ouyang Wanqing stood up and respectfully escorted Palace Master Su Jianqing out of the Prime Ministers Mansion.

...

Watching Palace Master Su Jianqing's luxurious carriage gradually disappear around the corner of the street, Ouyang Wanqing stood in front of the Prime Ministers Mansion, the gentle expression on her face vanishing completely in an instant.

Her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, and she let out a soft, cold snort: "Pah, old fox."

Wanting to make this lady tell you Chen San's identity?

Not a chance!

If Chen San were truly just an ordinary scholar, she would not mind doing a favor for Palace Master Su Jianqing by going with the flow.

But Chen San is Chen Shanzhi!

He is that good husband who, in the study, can make her cry and scream, with more mischievous tricks than one can count.

Palace Master Su Jianqing, as the Palace Master of the Academy, combined with that intellectual, gentle, and voluptuous charm, is absolutely a poison that no man in the world can refuse.

With Chen Shanzhi's nature of being lustful and unable to take his eyes off beautiful women, once he is hooked up with a mature woman like Palace Master Su Jianqing, who has such a noble status and world-class appearance and figure...

If Palace Master Su Jianqing actively asked him for help in order to break through her cultivation realm, by then, that lustful rascal Chen Shanzhi might take who knows how much advantage of this gentle Palace Master, and perhaps even end up in bed with her in the end.

"This lady is not stupid, how could I personally push my own man into the bed of an old fox like you?" Ouyang Wanqing thought with a humph.

At the thought that Chen Shanzhi might use those absurd methods he used on her to torment other women, Ouyang Wanqing felt a wave of inexplicable irritability in her heart.

"I am not stupid."

Ouyang Wanqing gave a light snort, twisted her slender waist haughtily, turned around, and then limped toward her inner chamber.

Early morning.

In the Dining Hall of the Zhenguo Marquis Mansion, the mouth-watering aroma of braised pork knuckles and scallion pancakes was already wafting out.

Chen Shanzhi sat brazenly at the table, clutching a freshly cooked, golden-crisp scallion pancake, stuffing it into his mouth without any image of a young marquis.

Yesterday, in the side hall of the Prime Ministers Mansion, he and Ouyang Wanqing had engaged in a deep, arduous cultivation session that could be described as earth-shattering.

After returning, he fell asleep the moment he hit the bed. Waking up from this sleep, he felt so hungry he could devour an entire cow.

"Whoosh—"

Suddenly, a subtle yet rapid gust of wind swept in from outside the Dining Hall door.

Before Chen Shanzhi could react, a vigorous red figure had already brought a faint, lingering fragrance and sat naturally on the bench beside him.

"Little Chen! Starting the meal without waiting for me, how unkind!"

Jiang Feiyu rubbed her hands, her bright eyes staring fixedly at the plate of steaming braised pork knuckles on the table, drool almost flowing from the corner of her mouth.

Today was the last time Chen Shanzhi would treat her injuries.

But as soon as this girl entered the gate of the Zhenguo Marquis Mansion, her first reaction was to head straight for the Dining Hall.

"Good fellow, are you part dog? You could smell this from so far away."

Chen Shanzhi rolled his eyes with some amusement, shielding his plate tightly with his hands:

"Every time you come for treatment, you time it for this early morning hour. Feiyu, be honest, are you sure you didn't come here specifically to mooch breakfast?"

"Nonsense! Am I that kind of gluttonous person?"

Jiang Feiyu argued, but her hands were not slow at all.

She skillfully snatched a piece of pork knuckle with both lean and fat meat that Chen Shanzhi had just picked up.

She stuffed it directly into her mouth, narrowed her eyes in satisfaction, her cheeks bulging, looking exactly like a little hamster stealing food.

"Snatching my meat? You girl, have you rebelled against the heavens?"

Chen Shanzhi immediately raised an eyebrow, feigning anger, and reached out a large hand to pinch her somewhat chubby, pretty face.

"Mmph... let go... you hooligan!"

Jiang Feiyu's mouth was full of meat, protesting somewhat indistinctly.

While protecting the food in her mouth, she hurriedly used her elbow to push outward, trying to block Chen Shanzhi's mischievous hand.

"Bang."

Their bodies naturally collided at the narrow table.

With this collision, Jiang Feiyu's somewhat slender yet youthful and vibrant body rubbed softly against Chen Shanzhi's shoulder.

The unique warmth and faint body fragrance of a woman suddenly, and caught off guard, drilled into his nasal cavity.

Jiang Feiyu's pretty face flushed slightly, and the strength in her hands subconsciously weakened a little.

Chen Shanzhi also found it somewhat amusing; he unobtrusively withdrew his large palm and, in passing, gently pushed another plate of exquisite steamed buns on the table toward this gluttonous girl.

"Fine, fine, fine, a gentleman doesn't fight with women. This plate of steamed buns is for you too, look at how hungry you are."

Chen Shanzhi shook his head, his tone carrying a faint indulgence he himself hadn't noticed.

"Hehe, Little Chen is the best!"

Jiang Feiyu clapped her hands, no longer caring about the previous ambiguity.

Her jade hands swept over the plate like a phantom, grabbing a bun and stuffing it into her mouth, eating with great delight.

Watching this scene, Chen Shanzhi couldn't help but mutter to himself.

Four Seas Academy is, after all, a top-tier power famous throughout the world; does Palace Master Su Jianqing usually provide so little food to her own Disciples?

How come as soon as Feiyu arrives at the Zhenguo Marquis Mansion, it's like she hasn't had a full meal in eight lifetimes?