"Let's start, let's start! I have a great literary talent, and I must hug the red beauty back home today!" A wretched man stroked the green stubble on the stone road of the Great Wall, and laughed like a shudder. "

I, Rong Yexiu, the most talented person in Kyoto, haven’t even spoken yet, but you dare to say such arrogant words, you are indeed very courageous!”

Rong Yexiu flicked his sleeves, and the two young men behind him with fierce faces exposed their arms and showed off their chest muscles in an attempt to make their young master Rong look good.

"He! How dare you say that, the most talented man in Kyoto! He just became a seventh-grade sesame official with the help of his father!" The big man rolled his eyes at Rong Yexiu with a look of disdain on his face.

"You!" Just as the two sides were in a stalemate, Harukai twisted his body and walked up to the two of them like fighting cocks.

"What you two are just doing. We at Qixiang Pavilion have been in business for so many years. We have always been about convincing people with their talent. Whoever writes good poems will have the chance to embrace a beautiful woman, right?"

"What kind of poetry can I do for a rough man? You are not sincerely trying to embarrass me!" The big man's dark face turned red from suppressing it. At first glance, he looked like a ripe eggplant.

"That means I have no chance to meet Young Master Hongli! In fact, Xia Yong is not bad, gentle and sensible. I'll just deal with it today!" After Chun finished speaking, he pushed a gentle woman in yellow to the big man. The big man hesitated.

After a while, he finally left with the girl in his arms, but the nostalgic look in his eyes when he left was like "I have so many knots in my heart that I can't bear to say goodbye."

Su Zijin looked at this dramatic and boring scene and touched his itchy nose. He never thought that Hongli was so beautiful. If he had a good relationship with him in the future, he would hang a sign on his chest: Holding Hands.

Ten taels, fifty taels around the waist, one hundred taels is not suitable for children, I don’t know what the effect will be, of course the number must be gold!

Just when a certain woman was imagining that her left hand was gold, her right hand was silver, and she was carrying a stack of heavy silver notes behind her back, and she was very happy, she suddenly felt two very different eyes staring at her.

One is from Hongli, with a pair of peach blossom eyes full of contempt, as if to say: If you really can't write poetry, forget it, I will never laugh at you!

Another look came from the young man in white just now. There was surprise in his look, and he even felt like he was watching a play.

I went, but I didn’t expect that I was still the favorite to win this event and received a lot of attention!

Su Zijin pulled the lapel of his clothes and straightened his clothes, looking like an athlete on the field. A smiling face showed that he felt good about himself at this moment.

The corner of Hongli's mouth twitched. He was such an idiot to place his hopes on such a woman! He suddenly remembered a story his master told him before:

It turned out that a person encountered difficulties and wanted to worship Guanyin. When he arrived at Guanyin Temple, he found that a person had already worshiped there. When the man looked around, he found that the person worshiping was Guanyin himself, so he was puzzled and said, "You are Guanyin."

, why do you still need to worship yourself?” Guanyin replied with special meaning, “Because I know that asking for help from others is not as good as asking for help from yourself!”
Chapter completed!