Hello, how do you speak? How can you be so abrupt and beautiful? Get out quickly. At this time, an eighth-rank martial emperor said indignantly.

Please don’t argue, everything is Weier’s fault! Shui Weier said in an extremely delicate manner at this time.

Chu Yi laughed in his heart, "You are too deeply involved in this drama, right?" Is there such a ninth-rank female martial emperor in this world who is so embarrassing?

Miss Weier, don’t misunderstand, I just talk about the matter! There is no other meaning! A misunderstanding! Good times and beautiful scenery, beautiful women are in front of you, don’t let everyone down! Chu Yi suddenly smiled kindly and said.

The eighth-rank Wu Emperor sat down embarrassedly. He originally wanted to come forward to make Shui Weier deepen her impression of herself and could spend the time with her name at night, but he didn't expect that she didn't seem to pay much attention to him.

Weier was a little uncomfortable today, so she could only stay with her for a while! Please forgive me! Weier Shui said quietly at this time, her expression was pitying.

Miss Weier, don’t you think we are not sympathetic people? Someone immediately flattered and said.

However, Shui Weier's beautiful eyes turned to Chu Yi at this time and said: I don't know the name of this young master! It's so good for Weier to call her! Her expression seemed to be very affectionate to Chu Yi, which made many people jealous.

This woman is really a good player to cause trouble! Chu Yi thought to himself and said with a smile: My surname is Lang!

It turned out to be Mr. Huang! Shui Weier was shocked and didn't dare to ask any more.

She felt guilty. After all, the man was only used and played with. Now she died quietly, and she felt a little uneasy.

Then please write a poem. If Weier can touch Weier's thoughts, Weier will entrust her body and mind tonight! Water Weier calmed down at this time and said calmly.

Soon a few pretty maids came in with pens, ink and paper and placed them in front of everyone.

There are naturally poetry in this world, but it is still a less brilliant era, and most people write very inelegant poems.

It is naturally hard to compare Chu Yi. It is enough to plagiarize a sentence and a half from the Tang and Song dynasties here to go against the will of heaven. However, in this era where force is respected, all this is nothingness.

He smiled slightly, reached out and waved his hand, then waved to a pretty maid and said: I've finished writing!

At this time, others looked at him with contempt. After all, the poems are meticulously crafted. Some people can't write a good poem even after thinking hard for a year or two. Chu Yi's style is either randomly written or someone else writes it in advance! It must not be a real skill!

Only the pretty maid who came to collect the paper had a flash of colorful light in her eyes. Obviously, she didn't expect Chu Yi to write such a fascinating poem.

Half an hour later, everyone's poems were finally collected in front of Shui Weier. At this time, she stood up and bowed and said, "Wei Er will go in first!"

After she said this, not only did no one show any disappointment, but he became excited.

After all, after Shui Wei'er entered, it won't take long to announce who could spend the night with her! Could that lucky person be himself? Everyone thought it might be, but they couldn't be sure.

This is an extremely exciting feeling, as if in a lottery! Chu Yi roughly calculated that Shui Weier only needs to accompany one person at night to benefit from the value of nearly 20,000 yuan. This is not simple.

Especially when she designed such a routine for her, she was a master who was well versed in human psychology. However, Chu Yi was not playing with a fight for the world, but needed a wise figure, otherwise she would have to be clichéd and wanted to recruit people.

Chu Yi actually never thought about spending the sacred life with Shui Weier. The reason why he came today was to fulfill Lang Kongxiang's last wish. Unexpectedly, this time seemed to be more disappointed than he thought.

However, if it is confirmed that Lang Kongxiang was actually just used to sacrifice his life for nothing, Chu Yi would not mind finding out the person behind the scenes and avenge him if conditions permit.

At this time, the pretty maids removed the wine, delicacies, fruits and vegetables on the table, and in a blink of an eye, a table of steaming wine and vegetables were presented.

Because according to the original convention, those who are not selected may have to drink to relieve their boredom.

The woman he likes in the pearl curtain is turning against others, and he can only drink and eat meat. This contrast can undoubtedly make people feel even more intense.

The atmosphere in the small hall seemed a little quiet and turbulent, and in the room inside the pearl curtain, Shui Weier was staring at the sentence written by Chu Yi.

The two flying wings of the phoenix without colorful body are in harmony with each other!

It's a wonderful sentence, it's a flawless sentence. This person is so literary! Shui Weier said in amazement.

Women are originally emotional creatures, and poetry, which emphasizes hazy and artistic conception, has always been the best thing to win the hearts of women.

That's why there are so many courtesans who have seen all the men in the world, but only like those talented poor scholars.

But why is his surname Lang? Is it true or false? Or is it just a coincidence? Shui Weier's face kept changing, as if she was thinking about something.

In fact, the Tianwu Continent is quite the same as the culture on the earth. Why is this? It is incredible to say that in the vast universe, there are two planets so close! Or, the martial emperors of ancient times once set foot on the earth? Chu Yi was thinking about a deeper problem at this time, and he did not pay attention to a pretty maid coming out of the roller shutter! Every time Shui Weier stayed for someone to spend the night, this woman announced it.

Young Master Huang, Miss Weier invites you to come into the room and talk! The pretty maid said frankly, in fact, it was the one who had just come to get Chu Yi's paper.

Chu Yi raised his head and suddenly realized that the woman's figure and charm were 60% or 70% similar to Shui Weier, but if you don't look carefully, you can't tell it.

Many envious, jealous and hatred eyes immediately fell on Chu Yi, and someone immediately said dissatisfied: This kid has just arrived and finished writing so quickly. I guess he is completely shoddy poems, we are not convinced!

The pretty maid sneered and said: Miss Weier said, if anyone could write it, she would have no colorful phoenix flying wings and a little bit of harmony. She could accompany her at any time with such a level of poetry.

The person who made a speech was stunned. These eighth-rank martial emperors all came from those royal families in their respective alliances, so their attainments in this area would not be very poor. When they heard this poem, they secretly praised it. This is wonderful.

In fact, it is precisely the wealthy people of the high sects who truly inherit the fire of human civilization, because only they have the ability and strength to preserve something.

Especially in ancient times, when conditions restricted, ordinary people might not be able to read and could not eat enough to pass on civilization? This is why it is difficult to produce great literati and thinkers without hardware support.
Chapter completed!