Huainan River is the only river in Huailong Manor. It belongs to the tributary of Baifujiang River and is also the most famous fireworks place in Huailong Manor.

Normally, no matter if it was day or night, the Huainan River was full of flower boats of all sizes.

The girls on the flower boat leaned against the railings, playing the zither and flute skillfully, and glancing at the men on the river bank unskillfully, or shouting softly for the guests of their flower boats.

Because there were many rooms in the flower boat that could not be described, the flower boat on the Huainan River was always shaking gently.

He didn’t know if it was because the waves were too big, or if there was some other reason.

Today, the Huainan River was even more lively, but there was not a single flower boat on the entire river. Some of them were all Long Clan merchant ships.

The Long Clan was the number one clan in Jianghuai Province. Even if one looked at the entire Heavenly Dynasty, there weren’t many clans that could be more powerful than the Long Clan.

One had to know that the Long family’s Old Master Long was called Long Qingtian, and he was one of the cabinet members of the current dynasty.

In addition, the Long family had a complicated relationship with Prince An, Imperial Concubine Kong, and the expert factory. In the entire Heavenly Dynasty, few relationships were as complicated and enormous as the Long family.

Jiang Feng had already guessed before coming to Jianghuai Province that the Long Clan would definitely host this celebration banquet for the head of the Confucian Clan.

First, this was the usual practice. Second, Long Qingtian had won against Wen Xiuzheng with great difficulty. Wasn’t this something worth celebrating?

Long Qingtian, since you dare to host this banquet, don’t blame me for being impolite.

Jiang Feng walked towards the direction of the Huainan River alone.

When they arrived at the bank of the Huainan River, Jiang Feng discovered that there were several men in official uniforms sitting on the largest boat on the bank of the river. There was also a man in the uniform of the Auspicious Cloud Palace. With a single glance, he knew that he was undoubtedly Jiang Longji of First Prince.

Jiang Feng looked at Jiang Longji carefully. From the point of view of bloodline, this fellow should be his half-brother.

However, Jiang Feng’s soul was still the same as before, and his fleshly bloodline had long since been completely replaced.

Therefore, Jiang Feng did not have the slightest bit of feelings for Jiang Longji. Instead, he knew very clearly that the reason why Imperial Concubine Kong had killed him back then was because of Jiang Longji.

Jiang Feng quietly slipped from the crowd to the river bank. He took advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention to him to directly enter the water. Then, he activated the Sage Mask’s ability to block all perceptual abilities from the outside world. Then, he quietly slipped from the river to the boat Jiang Longji was on.

Jiang Feng had used the Saint Origin Dipper Shield underwater, so when he landed, none of his clothes were wet by the river water.

Jiang Feng quietly touched the deck where Jiang Longji was standing.

Beneath the deck was a small room. When Jiang Feng approached, he heard someone urging him, “Hurry up! Hurry up! He Qingliu, you are too trash. After giving you such a long time, you still haven’t written out the poems that His Highness ordered.”

You must know that His Highness is going to write poems in front of the crowd to cheer you up. ”

“Yes, yes, yes. Eunuch Kang, don’t be angry. Let me think about it again. I’ll be able to come up with it soon.” He Qingliu’s helpless and anxious voice rang out.

Eunuch Kang snorted coldly and said fiercely, “I warn you, if His Highness is going to start reading the poems you haven’t written yet, don’t blame me for being ruthless to you.”

Eunuch Kang said as he left He Qingliu’s room. He Qingliu muttered, “I want to express His Highness’ loyalty to Emperor Wen, but I also want to take this opportunity to praise the Martial Saint Sovereign. How should I write this poem?”

While He Qingliu was still meditating, he suddenly felt a pain in the back of his neck and fainted on the desk.

Jiang Feng walked into He Qingliu’s room. He held the brush in He Qingliu’s hand and began to write poems on the rice paper.

Very quickly, Jiang Feng wrote a seven-character poem. After reading it twice, he nodded in satisfaction and left.

After Jiang Feng retreated from the boat, he dived into the water and quickly returned to the river bank.

Jiang Feng’s entire process had not been discovered by anyone. He stood on the river bank and watched First Prince’s next performance in leisure.

Not long after, lion dance began on the deck of the ship.

At this moment, Jiang Longji’s personal father-in-law hurriedly went to find He Qingliu. After pushing open He Qingliu’s door, he immediately shouted with a sharp throat, “Aiyo, hey, my obedient, you actually fell asleep.”

Where’s the poem? What about the poem His Highness is going to read later? ”

At this moment, He Qingliu, who was slowly waking up, was shocked. He subconsciously picked up the brush and prepared to randomly write a poem on his deathbed.

But right at this moment, He Qingliu discovered that there was actually a poem on his book table out of thin air.

He Qingliu silently recited the poem in his heart and immediately handed it to Kang Gonggong. “Here, Kang Gonggong, I believe this poem should be very good.”

Eunuch Kang took it and glanced at it roughly. Originally, he didn’t know much about poems and songs. He simply glanced at it and said, “Alright, this is your mission. As long as First Prince is happy after reading it, I will never forget you for a reward.”

“Thank you, Eunuch Kang, for your love.” He Qingliu said.

After Eunuch Kang left, He Qingliu silently recited the poem that he had just handed to Eunuch He.

He Qingliu dictated the entire poem.

He wore a seven-star sword on his waist,

Wen Huangen did not forget his kindness;

Tingyun Hui studied Confucianism and Buddhism,

When the former emperor was dying, Zhongheng;

Marquis Jianghuai raised his pen and said,

Only Saint with Heaven Fu Shengli;

Back then, Dragon Slaying was filled with anger.

But destroying Desolate North is my desire.

“Although this poem isn’t very good, it’s still enough. Who helped me? Isn’t it amazing?”

He Qingliu held the poem that he had memorized and whispered to himself. At the same time, he heard the First Prince standing on the deck and saying that he had written the poem, and he even read it out loud in front of everyone.

After hearing this, He Qingliu shook his head and said to himself, “What a wise and divine sage Emperor Wen is. Why did the prince he gave birth to look like this? To put it bluntly, this is just a piece of cake.”

Just as He Qingliu finished speaking, he suddenly realized that there was something wrong with the poem in front of him.

He Qingliu was so scared that his face turned pale. He felt a chill run from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

He Qingliu’s right hand trembled. He picked up a brush and circled the poem.

After finishing the round, He Qingliu was dumbfounded. He could not stop himself from waving around. Then, he immediately stood up and prepared to flee immediately.

At this time, Eunuch Kang came again. Eunuch Kang smiled and said to He Qingliu, “Old He, Your Highness is overjoyed. I specially asked this Eunuch to reward you …”