dognovel Chapter 349: The Flower Thief at the Literary Gathering
Chapter 349: The Flower Thief at the Literary Gathering
Sun Wei's angry rebuke of the Great Qian royal family in front of everyone at the literary gathering was tantamount to helping Chen Futu.
Those impassioned words resonated deeply.
The scholar could not answer and covered his face, weeping bitterly. He was bewildered, not knowing what had happened to the world or why it had suddenly fallen into chaos. He only wanted to find the culprit and ask the people what they had done wrong and why they had to suffer such a calamity.
“The Prince of Kaiping is indeed a loyal minister. The court repeatedly issued imperial edicts to summon him back to the capital, but neither replenished the troops nor supplied the provisions. The defeat was not his fault, but the fault of the court.”
Qi Yan stroked his beard, and his words were met with agreement from everyone.
"To be fair, Your Majesty did go to the Great Qian Dynasty, but it was to collect the body of Mr. Zhou Qingzhi. Moreover, you risked your life for him. What emperor would dare to do that?"
Su Yun asked a question to everyone present, but no one answered.
Many of the scholars who came today were from the Great Qian Dynasty, and some of them, like the Confucian scholars from earlier, came to question others, but now they couldn't bring themselves to ask.
Throughout history, no monarch has ever dared to take such a risk personally. Chen Futu is the only one who did so. It is no exaggeration to say that he was extremely benevolent and righteous. How could such a person possibly disrupt the fate of the Great Qian Dynasty?
Chen Futu watched the conversation calmly, finding it amusing.
In fact, he was the one who made the move in secret, but he did a good job of putting on a good show, so today a great Confucian scholar is here to debate the classics for him.
Once the scene quieted down a bit, Zhang Fan suddenly asked, "Your Majesty, may I ask where the Fairy of the Mortal World is?"
"Yes, we have come here to see what kind of woman can be called a celestial being in the mortal world."
The square became lively again, and even the women from those aristocratic families became interested.
Chen Futu clapped his hands, and music and dance began. Petals rained down from the sky, and a woman in white gauze descended from the heavens.
As she entered, everyone stared in disbelief, as if under a spell, at her breathtakingly beautiful face.
"A fairy, she really is a fairy!"
"My God, how can there be such a stunningly beautiful person in the world?"
"Am I dreaming?"
Exclamations of surprise rang out incessantly. Su Yun stared blankly at Diao Chan. She had always been confident, but now, upon seeing Diao Chan, she suddenly felt ashamed of herself. The other woman was flawless in appearance, figure, and temperament. It was no exaggeration to call her a true immortal in the mortal world.
Zhou Chuchu murmured, "I can't understand, who is she?"
It would be a huge joke if such a woman were missed on the list of most beautiful women.
As for the young martial arts practitioners present, they all revealed greed, wishing they could snatch Diao Chan into their arms and defile her.
Chen Futu swirled his wine glass, taking in everyone's reactions.
Faced with beauty, no one, whether a great scholar or a martial artist, could resist; Qi Yan and Xu Guangshou were no exception.
After Diao Chan landed, women from painted boats entered and surrounded her, dancing gracefully to beautiful music.
The song and dance performance was exquisite and breathtaking, making everyone feel as if they were in the heavens, witnessing a grand celebration in the Jade Pool.
Chen Futu stared at Diao Chan with a smile when suddenly a sharp pain shot through his waist. He turned his head and saw that Li Xiuning's face had darkened. "Husband, is it beautiful?"
"Cough cough, you're not as pretty as me. My Aning is the most beautiful."
Chen Futu awkwardly touched his nose.
Li Xiuning muttered, "No wonder Dian Wei wanted to kill her. With this attitude, you're destined to become a tyrant in the future."
"Nonsense, I am not a shallow person."
Chen Futu would never admit that he was a lecher. Diao Chan was beautiful, but for now she was just his songstress. Besides, since Diao Chan appeared, he hadn't done anything to her, at most touching her thighs and pinching her breasts.
"Oh? If that's what you mean, my husband, why not bestow Diao Chan upon me?"
"Hehe, she is a saint after all, I can't interfere with her choice."
How could Chen Futu bear to hand Diao Chan over? Wouldn't it be better to keep her by his side? Even just admiring her beauty would bring him joy.
Moreover, experts have said that looking at beautiful women frequently is good for your health and can even prolong your life.
"Make it up, keep making it up."
Li Xiuning rolled her eyes cutely.
As the song and dance performance came to an end, thunderous applause and cheers resounded throughout the venue.
Diao Chan smiled so beautifully that it seemed to make the world lose its color. She turned her graceful body and stood beside Chen Futu, a scene that made everyone green with envy.
Such a celestial being is beyond the reach of mortals; she is the private property of the King of the Northern Frontier.
A sullen figure from the martial arts world asked, "May I ask, Your Majesty, where does this woman come from?"
"What? You have designs on my beloved concubine?"
"Hehe, I'm just curious why such a stunning beauty isn't included in the list of beauties. It's a real pity."
The other party didn't dare to be too presumptuous and retreated dejectedly after speaking.
However, some martial arts practitioners revealed their lustful desires and cried out, "Your Majesty, could you part with this?"
Everyone was startled and looked in the direction of the sound, wondering who could be so audacious.
The speaker was a tall, thin middle-aged man with a goatee and a somewhat lewd look in his squinted eyes.
Upon closer inspection, someone exclaimed in surprise, "It's the flower thief Yan Wuqing!"
The square became extremely lively, with some people glaring at Yan Wuqing and cursing him.
Chen Futu asked Ge Fei, "What has Yan Wuqing done?"
Consort Ge replied, “Your Majesty, Yan Wuqing is a notorious womanizer in the Great Qian Dynasty. He often abducts innocent women, especially on their wedding night. He breaks into their homes to rob them and ruin their chastity. There are at least dozens of women who have committed suicide because of him. However, his lightness skill is superb, and he is very difficult to catch. Neither the Great Qian government nor the martial arts world can do anything about him. Even some women on the Beauty Ranking have been harmed by him, which once attracted the pursuit of martial arts people.”
"Great lightness skill, huh..."
Chen Futu obtained the Swift Meteor from the system and experienced it firsthand, realizing just how powerful the Great Lightness Skill was. In the blink of an eye, he could leap hundreds of meters into the air and propel himself forward with his true energy. Even a grandmaster who hadn't mastered the Great Lightness Skill probably couldn't do anything to a ninth-rank expert who had. Moreover, this Yan Wuqing was a grandmaster. With no saint appearing in the world, no one could catch him. No wonder he was so arrogant.
His willingness to appear at the Northern Xinjiang Cultural Conference demonstrates his confidence and lack of concern about being caught.
While they were thinking, Yan Shiliu, Blood Monk, and the others stood up and glared at Yan Wuqing. "You lecherous thief, I didn't expect you to dare to show your face!"
Yan Wuqing laughed loudly, "What are you little brats barking about? If you can't catch me, shouting won't do any good."
"you wanna die!"
The men were furious and were about to attack, but Chen Futu was displeased and snorted.
A terrifying pressure swept across the entire area, followed by a cold voice from the man in green, "Today is a literary gathering; violence is forbidden. Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless."
These few words made everyone break out in a cold sweat. They had almost forgotten that Bai Yujing was the Daoist temple of the emotionless fairy Qingyi. She was only one step away from becoming a saint. Wouldn't it be suicidal to make a move on her?
Yan Wuqing was so frightened that he sat down.
He dared not offend Qingyi. Although Qingyi was not a saint, his cultivation was extraordinary. If they really fought, he might not be able to escape.
Even if the Sword Saint isn't skilled in light-footed techniques, he could almost kill him with a single sword strike from a distance.