Qi Miao still remembered the look of Su Zhi in the tea hall, which impressed him deeply: "What is his identity?"

"It's the musician in her mansion." Feng Qiwu's tone was plain.

Qi Miao said coldly: "I don't think it's that simple."

"You even see it?" Feng Qiwu smiled and had a gloomy look in her eyes. "I felt that he was hidden in the first time I saw him. It would be a good thing to have such a person by the princess..."

Hearing his shameful selfishness, Qi Miao secretly mocked: "Do you have a sense of crisis?"

Feng Qiwu chuckled unruly: "Maybe it may not be my own crisis."

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After Youmeng and Su Zhi bowed deeply to the judges, they sat down in a kneeling position.

"From now on, Jingkong remembers, calms his mind, forgets their fragrance, and only believes in himself." Su Zhi sat upright, covering the incense table, and secretly grasps one of Youmeng's hand, and still a soft voice that only she could hear, "Believe me."

Youmeng felt the power transmitted from his palm, and his heart settled down and looked ahead and said, "With you here, I'm not afraid of anything."

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After the incense is placed, Youmeng will start burning the incense.

As a scented man, Su Zhi could only do some auxiliary work such as picking up spices and delivering tools, and the entire set of incense burning etiquette must be completed by the scented man, namely Youmeng himself.

Su Zhi took out the incense burner from the brocade box, and Youmeng put in the incense ash in the furnace until it was seven or eight minutes full. He inserted the incense chopsticks to the bottom of the furnace and drew a circle loose to make the furnace ash fluffy and breathable.

Afterwards, she used the incense clip to put the incense charcoal taken out by Su Zhi on the charcoal stove, from top to middle to bottom, and burned until slightly white. She tried the temperature with her hands, and let it sit for a while after burning, so that the odor of the incense charcoal evaporated cleanly.

The eldest princess saw the clue: "Look at that girl, she also used fire and incense."

Gui Yuan pointed out: "Just just the second round of competition, Shen Yunqing used this method to burn the "Spring Letter in the Snow."

Using the same method will inevitably make people naturally compare.

Youxian nodded, with a faint worry in her eyes: "I see that the four people in front of her deliberately avoided this technique when burning incense. Only she dared to challenge Shen Yunqing so openly. It would be fine if she performed well. If there was a slight mistake, she would seem to be showing off her skills."

"The emperor's words are wrong."

Youji, who had been sitting there for a long time, suddenly made Youxian and Gui Yuan turn their eyes to him.

Youji looked at Youmeng tidying up the incense utensils without distraction, and his heart was inexplicably involved: "I don't think she was intentional about competing with Shen Yunqing, she was just trying her best to be herself."

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"Youmeng, what do you think is the most important thing for a person who sucks incense and tastes incense?" When Yanpin guided Youmeng to the incense, she asked this question.

"Of course it's the nose." Youmeng, the innocent young man, thought it simple, "If a person can't smell the fragrance, how can he make the fragrance?"

Yanpin smiled and shook her head: "Many people think like you, thinking that the nose is the most important sense for incense, but in fact it is not the case. The nose is just used to distinguish incense."

“What is the most important thing?”

"Youmeng, as an excellent incense master, the proficient techniques of making incense and how elegant the movements of burning incense are, are just appearances." Yanpin's earnest teachings fluttered in her ears, "What is important is the heart."

At this moment, in the final field of the Sihai Xianghui Society, facing many famous Xiangxue scholars, she seemed to be able to talk to Niang Yan in the depths of her mind: "Heart?"
Chapter completed!