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A small pavilion, a small building, a path paved with bluestone floors, and stone tables and benches sunk in bluestone, only dotted with plum trees in twos and threes.

There was a Peach Blossom Spring in ancient times, but now Li Quan feels that he has reached the Plum Blossom Spring.Not knowing what the peach blossom garden looked like in ancient times, Li Quan only felt that the plum blossom garden in front of him was a rare and elegant place in the world.

The place is not big, but it is enough for more than ten people to play here.

And what Li Quan saw at a glance was an acquaintance!

The green shirt and scarf, the folding fan shaking lightly, I really don't know what to do with such a gesture on this cold day.What's even more ridiculous is that there is nothing on the folding fan, only the four characters of "Lijiabuzhuang".

The plum garden is owned by the Han family, and if you meet an acquaintance on the Han family's territory, who else could it be except Han Feng?

Hanfeng has a high reputation, but only among young men and women.

Just now, the poem seemed to come from his mouth, causing six or seven young men and women to surround him and praise him repeatedly:

"Mr. Han is really talented. If such a masterpiece is spread, I don't know how many literati who claim to be talented will be ashamed!"

A nympho-looking girl next to him who is lucky to have Biyu also praised repeatedly: "Yes, yes + Young Master is the only one in Quxi County who has been invited to the Li Family Poetry Club, and the poems he wrote are just different."

Xin Niang spoke excitedly, wishing to send her undeveloped breasts to Mr. Han's mouth to taste.

Although the girl is beautiful, she can be considered a beauty in Quxi County.But for Han Feng, who is famous in Daqing, such a girl is just a village girl, where did he catch his eyes?

Facing the girl's admiration, Han Feng just smiled lightly, tilted his head slightly, and cast his eyes on the central hall:

"If only everyone thought like you girl."

The nympho girl didn't know the meaning of Han Feng's painting, and thought that the other party was admiring her, her little face smiled as sweetly as eating honey:

"No matter what others think, Mr. Han will always be the best in the hearts of little girls."

As soon as the words fell, Li Quan and Mu Wanqing walked past several people one after another.

Li Quan's goatee is too conspicuous, because the participants in the flower fair are all young men and women, all in white-faced gowns, holding folding fans, where is there anyone like Li Quan with a beard and a jacket?At first glance, it seems that he is a down-to-earth stubborn old man. How could such a person appear in the flower festival?

Han Feng was also considered to be the half-owner of the Huahui, and hurried forward, frowning and asked, "This...brother...uncle, outsiders are not allowed to enter here."

Over the past few months, Li Quan's temperament has changed a lot. When Han Feng walked up to see Li Quan's face, he didn't recognize him.

Li Quan didn't find it strange either, and said lightly, "I know the rules, I was invited in."

"Sister would invite such a person in?" Han Feng was puzzled, and asked again:

"Do you have an invitation?"

"No."

"How can you come here without it? Get out!" Han Feng was impatient, and drove Li Quan away with a look of contempt.

The husband was driven away, and Mu Wanqing couldn't stand behind her, she took two steps forward, and scolded: "Hugh, you are being unreasonable to my master!"

The white palm was lightly placed on the hilt of the sword on the back, and a part of the sword was exposed, but the murderous aura shrouded Han Feng's body.

Han Feng didn't have time to appreciate the chicness of the handsome guard, and was locked on by the murderous intent that seemed to be real, his back was instantly wet, and he took a few steps back uncontrollably.

"You... what are you going to do? This is a place of refinement and elegance, and you won't be allowed to mess around!"

The servant who picked up Han Xue just now had sharp eyes. Seeing the situation here, he hurried over to say a few words to Han.

Han Feng was surprised, but his expression slowly eased, and he cupped his fists vigilantly at Li Quan: "It turns out that sister She personally invited the distinguished guest, what I said just now is very offending, Wang Haihan."

Li Quan didn't say much, and responded by cupping his fists.

Chapter 253: Girl Killer

What is the identity of a bumpkin who actually asked the younger sister to invite him in?

Han Feng became suspicious, and then thought of the aura of the little guard, how could ordinary people have such an imposing guard?

After Han Feng determined that the other party's identity was extraordinary, he stopped talking and looked around to find the younger sister to ask the other party's identity.

It can be seen that my sister was talking happily with Princess Rong in the pavilion, and she was secretly happy, so she didn't go up to disturb.

Han Feng is pretentious, but Li Qianrong is a superior person regardless of his identity, appearance, and self-cultivation.Even if he is as confident as Han Feng, when facing Li Qianrong, he still feels that the other party is like a goddess in his heart. My little family affairs and demeanor are not worth mentioning in front of the other party. Only then can I barely be friends with Li Qianrong.

Han Feng knew that his own talent alone was not enough to make the goddess fall in love with him. Fortunately, the goddess had a good relationship with his sister. If he made good use of this relationship, a miracle might happen.

Seeing his sister chatting with Li Qianrong, how could Han Feng choose to go up at this time?

It's not bad to accept the worship of little girls here if you can't let the goddess fall in love with you.

Han Feng looked for the woman he admired just now, but saw that she was looking at the front with full eyes at this moment and muttered to himself: "So handsome, so chic."

The girl looked at Mu Wanqing, her little hands were tightly clutching the clothes on her chest, as if her little heart would jump out if she let go.

"Girl, let's continue discussing the poem just now."

Han Feng took the initiative to step forward and patted Xinniang on the shoulder, but the other party's eyes didn't move at all, instead he opened Han Feng's hand impatiently: "Don't bother me."

Seeing Mu Wanqing go farther and farther, Xin Niang felt that her soul was about to be taken away, she moved lightly with lotus steps, and followed her away in a buoyant way.

Han Feng's face darkened, and he muttered unhappily in his heart: "Didn't you just say that no matter what others think, I am the best?"

"That's all! It's just a vulgar fan, and there are several women who admire him?"

Han Feng comforted himself, but when he looked back, the three or five women around him were all staring at Mu Wanqing's back in a daze like Xin Niang.What's more, the saliva almost flowed out.

Only a few nerds in that area have just recovered from the artistic conception in the poem, and they shook their heads and said:

"Good poetry + Young Master really deserves his reputation, but the sudden flash of inspiration has also become a bit poetic. I wonder if Young Master Han is interested in listening to it?"

Han Feng complained like a little bitch, turned around and left with a shake of his hands: "Not interested!"

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Here, there are dozens of exotic plum blossoms near the small pavilion, which are obviously different from the plum blossoms outside.

Mu Wanqing is also a woman, and she is very interested in different flowers and plants. When she saw a plum blossom in front of her that was half the size of a palm, and its whole body was snow-white without a trace of variegation, she felt strange, and turned her head to Li Quan and said:

"My lord, don't plum blossoms bloom with five petals and are white with powder? Why is this plum blossom so strange? Not only is it as white as snow, but the flowers are so big, why are the petals overlapping? If it didn't grow on a plum tree, It’s the twelfth lunar month again, and I almost thought it was a kind of chrysanthemum.”

Li Quan stepped forward slowly, looked at it for a moment, and knew it in his heart.

"This flower should be called button jade butterfly, which is also a kind of plum blossom."

Mu Wanqing nodded blankly, then pointed to another plant beside her: "Then what's the name of this plant? It's also snow white, but its flowers are much smaller than this one."