Make a Living by Your Face [Quick Wear] ━ Vol.2

Extra 1: Mid-Autumn Festival I

Extra 1: Mid-Autumn Festival - Danqing Banquet

　　In June, the breeze is gentle and the Hibiscus Festival in the capital is the most lively. Tourists and poets gather outside Nanshan Temple to admire the flowers and paint. The first place winner will receive a wood lotus plant personally cultivated by Master Wuchen in the temple, named "Prosperous Hibiscus".

　　It was still early, and the area outside Nanshan Temple was already crowded with scholars and talented people who came to watch the fun.

　　"If you ask me, the first place in this year's Danqing Banquet should go to Prince Jing's son Lu Chen."

　　The person next to him said, "Brother, you are wrong. I heard that this year's new champion Gu Yanzhi, who was chosen by the emperor, is the best at calligraphy and painting. Master Wuchen of Nanshan Temple personally praised him as the best in the world!"

　　The man in front of him argued with him: "The prince's calligraphy and painting were praised by the Holy Ancestor in the past. They are now hard to find and are priceless. A painting of "River and Mountain" is still treasured by the emperor in the imperial study. How can it be compared with Gu Yanzhi's?"

　　"In my opinion, these two are evenly matched..."

　　The men were arguing until their faces turned red, but a chuckle came from behind them: "I think there is someone else who took the top spot this year."

　　The voice sounded as clear and pleasant as a mountain spring. Several people turned their heads together and saw only a sleeve, an elegant brocade shirt, and a faint fragrance lingering in the air.

　　"Sir, please walk slowly. You are of noble status and there are so many people here today. Why do you have to join in the fun? Why don't you bring your guards with you? If something goes wrong and the master finds out, I will lose my life."

　　The young man in white tapped him twice on the forehead with his fan and said with a smile, "Sir, I just like to join in the fun. If you are afraid, go back by yourself. Today, I will definitely get this 'Prosperous Lotus'."

　　The little servant curled his lips and said, "Young Master, didn't you hear someone say that the Crown Prince is also going to participate in the competition? How can you beat him? If you really like that wood lotus, you can ask the Crown Prince for it. After all, the Crown Prince doesn't care much for flowers and plants."

　　"What others give me is naturally not as good as what I win. You said I can't beat him, so I must beat Lu Chen."

　　The servant boy had no choice but to quickly follow and carefully block the attack so that his master would not be hurt by the rough man.

　　After entering the temple, there were already a few celebrities who were accompanying them to register at the side door.

　　Shen Mian opened his folding fan, fanned it gently, and said, "It's right there, Fugui, follow the young master."

　　He had only taken a few steps when someone grabbed his wrist and dragged him to an open area. The servant boy behind him kept shouting, "Slow down, my lord! Our young master is weak and can't stand you pulling him like this!"

　　The man was dressed in dark clothes, his face was as gloomy as water, and he asked coldly: "You knew he was weak, but you still brought him here?"

　　Shen Mian used his fan to block Fugui and said with a smile: "I want to come here on my own, he can't stop me."

　　"Nonsense! A prince of a country actually..."