"You call this tasteful!?"
Lin San's eye twitched.
If he'd had tea in his mouth, he would have spat it out without a second thought.
"Of course!"
Qin Feng said righteously, "I am a refined man with impeccable taste, unlike those vulgar people who only know how to indulge in women and wine. My preference is watching beauties kneel and play the flute, and watching the top courtesan squat and sway her waist."
"Amitabha!"
Master San Nong pressed his palms together, feeling that he'd reached another revelation.
He'd thought himself a refined, enlightened man of noble virtue, but only now did he realize how vulgar he truly was. He was nowhere near Qin Emperor's elegant taste.
"As expected of Your Majesty!"
Mu Xiu said enviously, "We haven't even figured out how to enjoy the vulgar stuff, and he's already mastered the refined kind!"
"Mm!"
Ren Huan nodded in agreement, openly admitting his envy.
At the same time, he kept reminding himself that the next time he went to Qin Huai River, he had to be willing to spend money to try the refined kind. He absolutely couldn't rush off to enjoy the vulgar kind again.
"Uh..."
Lin San was speechless on the spot.
He'd thought Qin Feng was only pretending to be a foolish ruler, but now it seemed he wasn't acting at all. No matter how much he tried to rein himself in, he couldn't hide his aura of a foolish ruler.
"Hmm!?"
Qin Feng suddenly froze, spotting a flash of red.
The Divine Wind Boat had left the Grand Canal and turned into one of Jiangnan's smaller waterways. Not far ahead stood an old stone bridge, where a red-clothed woman held a red umbrella.
Though the Red-clothed Girl had hidden her face behind the umbrella, he recognized her