The autumn wind was slightly cool, and the cheerful wind lifted up the long hair behind him. His handsome face burned his eyes in the sun. He smiled slightly, and the women in the audience pressed their chests tightly, and red clouds floated on their cheeks.

Qian Ya smiled and walked up to him and patted him on the shoulder: "Brother Tai is here to participate in the competition? That young master Yu must understand it!"

A familiar face flashed in Ning Caichen's eyes and said suspiciously: "It's you? Xiao..."

Qianya glared at him and interrupted him: "Of course it's me! I'm Young Master Xiaoyu!" It seems that he recognizes her? She has to find a way to stop him from exposing her.

Ning Caichen frowned, and after a while he understood her strange expression, he smiled silly and approached her ears, and whispered: "Xiaoyu...Young Master! Actually, it was Xiaoqian who asked me to come! But she said that I would help King Jingyuan to tear you down!"

Qianya's beautiful eyes widened: So that's it!

Cheng Ke was a little worried about Qianya in the audience, so he coughed lightly, hinting that Qianya should pay more attention.

"I have already seen Mr. Yu's talent in the audience. I would like to ask Mr. Yu for advice!"

A dark green brocade robe exudes a cold air, and even with the warmth of the sun, it cannot dispel this powerful coldness. Although his three-dimensional facial features, as carved as a knife, are absolutely not delicate, they make people tremble unconsciously.

Qianya came forward to pay a visit: "Xiaoyu paid homage to the third prince. How can Xiaoyu teach the prince the instructions that Xiaoyu learned! "

"The Third Prince, I know that the scholar is unreliable. I invited the 'Poet Saint' last year's contestant to face him!" Xiaoqian's beautiful face was full of admiration for the Third Prince and disgust for Qianya.

Qianya looked down at the audience and sneered: I guess that girl fell in love with someone else and fell in love with such a perverted third prince? She is such a wolf-tale female cat!

"I've come down to experience Master Yu's poem! I'll give in!" A man eight feet tall, strong and big-headed man stood in front of Qianya and said fiercely.

Qianya turned around and saw such a fierce man. She was so scared that she took two steps back and almost fell down. Fortunately, Ning Caichen helped her.

She raised her chest, pressed her hands against her waist, glared back to him, and then stretched out one hand to hook her: "Come on!"

"There are three masters in one village and two miles. If you don't read the four books, five classics and six meanings, you dare to make friends with seven, eight or nine sons very bold!" He raised his eyebrows and said.

The stage and the audience were quiet, and they were sweating coldly for Qianya; and Qianya laughed in surprise and did not feel the danger.

"Nine out of ten families can raise eight liang, seven qian, six cents, four cents, and four cents, and even two-minded and one-stop dirty!" Qian Ya smiled contemptuously.

Isn’t it just the classic verses in "Tang Bohu's Flavor"? Is it rare for her? She watched Stephen Chow's movie again and again, no less than fifty times, and the lines there can be said to be memorizing it.
Chapter completed!