Wu Zhi always had a smile on his face when he spoke, but this smile was particularly dazzling in Ximen Qing's eyes!
I can't wait to peel off Wu Zhi's cramps.
"Wu Zhi, don't be complacent! I tell you, your good days will not last long!"
Seeing Ximen Qing fleeing, Wu Zhi sneered: "My good days have just begun, hehe!"
When Ximen Qing left, the rogue who had just swollen his face quietly disappeared into the crowd.
Wu Zhi did not catch up, but he winked at Shi Qian who was standing in the corner.
Shi Qian nodded with a smile and followed immediately.
Instinct tells Wu Zhi that this rogue is not that simple. When Wu Zhi kicked him from the back just now, he clearly felt that this guy knew martial arts!
After the crowd dispersed, Wu Zhi took Li Ping'er's hand and Wu Yuemei's sedan, and entered the mansion together.
Just as they passed Zhaobi, Li Ping'er's clear voice spread throughout the mansion.
"Sister Jinlian! Sister Jinlian! Our official has been promoted again!"
Su Dongpo and Wu Qingnian, who were talking in the lobby, couldn't help looking at each other when they heard Li Ping'er's words.
Li Qingzhao, who was slowly drinking tea, saw the teacup in her hand shaking slightly, and the tea could see her hand along the surface of the teacup.
"Ping!"
The tea cup fell to the ground and shattered.
"Oops! My dear sister, are you burned?"
"Are you injured? Do you want my dear brother to give you a snoring?"
Wu Zhi rushed in with a gust of wind, holding Li Qingzhao's hands tightly, with fake concern in his eyes.
"Don't touch me, who is your good sister?"
When Li Qingzhao saw Wu Zhi, he hurried away like a plague god.
"Good sister, this is what's wrong with you. Didn't we make a bet in front of Mr. Su before?"
While Wu Zhi was speaking, he also deliberately winked at Su Dongpo.
Su Dongpo, an old gourmet, was originally open-minded in mind and body, but with Wu Zhi as a half-hearted disciple, he burst out laughing.
"Miss Li Er, it seems that you have to admit this brother."
Li Qingzhao raised his arrogant head and stared at Wu Zhi: "Our family has always been filled with scholars and no idlers!"
"You want to be my brother? You have to come out on top in the competition!"
"What the hell?"
The corners of Wu Zhi's mouth twitched slightly.
Poetry Contest, when I hear the name Wu Zhi, I feel sick.
I don't know how many times I have seen this scene before when I was an extra in Hengdian. The group of scumbag men and women were all dressed up in gorgeous clothes, swaying in front of the flowers and under the moonlight, looking tired and crooked.
When he thought of this, Wu Zhi waved his hand with a look of disgust: "Forget it, forget it."
However, Li Qingzhao snorted: "Look, it's revealed! I usually pretend to be a tall man, but in fact I only have a little bit of ink in my belly."
When Li Qingzhao said this, Wu Zhi deliberately put on a shocked expression: "Wow, how did you know there was only a little ink in my stomach? Could it be that you saw it when I opened my clothes to look at them?"
"You, you scumbag, you scumbag!"
Wu Zhi chuckled: "Thank you for the compliment. Your brother and I have never felt that I am polite."
Seeing that Wu Zhi had no intention of participating in the poetry competition, Li Qingzhao snorted and left quickly.
Wu Zhi then sat down and told Su Dongpo everything that had happened today.
Su Dongpo looked at Wu Zhi: "So, you are really willing to be Su's disciple."
"Hehe, I wish I could have asked for it."
Wu Qingnian standing next to him quickly stood up: "If this is the case, then I will prepare for the apprenticeship ceremony now!"
That night, Wu Zhi formally worshiped Su Dongpo as his teacher.
After the apprenticeship ceremony was over, a group of people happily drank wine and ate meat. When they left the banquet and went back to their rooms. After passing through the corridor, Wu Zhi saw Shi Qian on the back of the arch.
Shi Qian said to Wu Zhi: "Brother is really good at predicting things. That person is not simple!"