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Chapter 964 Let's find a quiet place?

Zu Liang clapped his hands and looked at the figure, his face full of admiration.

Then he looked back at Jiang Xiaobai and said with a smile: "Young Master Jiang, this is your wife!"

"Well, she is my wife..."

Jiang Xiaobai nodded with a gentle look on his face. Just when he was about to say something, a figure walked out from the background again.

It was a middle-aged woman with a microphone in her hand.

The moment she took the stage, five blank scrolls were pushed up and dispersed. At the same time, a middle-aged woman's voice sounded: "Let me introduce the rules of this event!"

"Because tomorrow's first competition is piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, I'll let you warm up today!"

"Our lady will say the lyrics. What you need to do is to match the words. After the completion, our lady will select five people to come down and compose the lyrics on the spot again!"

"In the end, we can win the person our lady likes, and we can dance with him..."

After speaking, the middle-aged woman handed the microphone to the figure in the white dress.

After the figure took the phone, he raised his head, his clear eyes blinked, and a very soft voice slowly sounded: "When it rains, the red flowers contain the morning dew, and when the sun shines, the purple road smiles in the spring breeze."

The simple poem contains her mood at the moment.

The spring breeze blows in the willows.

Bright as a flower.

It's simple, he's here...

When Ji Fengxi's voice fell, people on the second and third floors began to think.

Some people who thought about it immediately started writing.

"Young Master Jiang, hurry up and confront one!"

Zu Liang looked at Jiang Xiaobai with a smile.

"No rush!"

While Jiang Xiaobai was talking, he picked up his wine glass and drank. He looked at the figure with tenderness in his eyes.

I have finally met this woman!

In the midst of sighing, I saw many scrolls flowing down from the second and third floors, with poems reflected one by one.

There are all kinds of things.

There is a pair of "pink and white fragrant traces of spring rain, green and red wine dizzy with dawn and wind".

There is a saying about "Spring comes in March and the green curtain blooms, and a flower gives up the red cloud".

There are also "the clouds are light and the branches are full of spring, and the wind is light and the flowers outside the walls are red".



When almost everyone had appeared, Jiang Xiaobai stood up, dipped his pen in ink, and wrote twenty-eight words on the table next to him.

At this time, two maids came up. When they saw the pair of poems, strange colors appeared at the same time.

Zu Zhong and Zu Liang looked at each other and admired them at the same time.

Absolutely amazing!

At this moment, the two maids were hanging outside, and they also vented their feelings at this moment.

Because it was the last one, it instantly attracted a lot of attention. When they landed on the scroll, their expressions were strange.

Elegant fonts.

Especially the correct sentences are simply superb.

Ji Fengxi looked over with her clear eyes and smiled widely.

"The red flowers are full of morning dew when it rains, and the purple streets smile in the spring breeze when the sky clears. The beauty of Yaotai at dusk is unparalleled, and the spring scenery is the most fragrant in the world."

It must be him!

That annoying person...

"Brother Bao, look at how beautiful she is. She is the most fragrant person in the world. Look at you, you are right. The colorful flowers will never grow old, and the three thorns and one tree will celebrate Changchun. They are not suitable for the occasion at all!"

"Oh, don't compare me with the Big Devil, there's no comparison!"

Bao Guan had a look of helplessness and a wry smile on his face, but after he finished speaking, he looked at the scroll in the direction of his seat with a bit of amazement.

The font is like a dragon and a snake, and the verses are exquisite.

Absolutely.

It is no exaggeration to say that the audience's dialogue was instantly killed.

On the other seats, many people frowned and looked in the direction of your seat with resentment.

Ma Dan.

This guy is obviously a rough guy.

Why are you so good at poetry?

Amidst the buzz around, Ji Fengxi's voice sounded: "I don't want to choose five people, I only want to choose one!"

"Miss, according to the rules..."

The middle-aged woman was startled when she heard Ji Fengxi's words. Just when she was about to remind her, Ji Fengxi's voice sounded: "There are no rules here!"

"It's him!"

Ji Fengxi raised her hand and pointed directly at the seat, her clear eyes full of happiness.

Jiang Xiaobai smiled and without saying a word, he put down his wine glass and jumped directly from the third floor.

This scene made everyone present stunned at the same time.

I wipe it, this is shameless, just go on like this?

this……

When Jiang Xiaobai landed on the stage and was about to walk up, the middle-aged woman stood in front of Ji Fengxi, stared at Jiang Xiaobai and said, "Sir, mask!"

"Forehead……"

Jiang Xiaobai was helpless. When he raised his hand, the space was filled with ripples, and at the same time, a pig-head mask was put on his face.

hiss!

"This guy is so awesome!"

"What an arrogant mask, I want to beat him to death!"

There were voices of discussion all around.

Jiang Xiaobai didn't pay attention to the sounds around him, looked at the middle-aged woman and said, "Is this okay?"

"no!"

The middle-aged woman still shook her head and said, "You still need to compose lyrics on the spot again!"

While the woman was talking, a table was brought up.

After putting it aside, the middle-aged woman said: "You can't do anything random, otherwise it won't count!"

Jiang Xiaobai glanced at Ji Fengxi. The woman pursed her lips and smiled, and the delicate face under the mask was full of helplessness.

Finally, shaking his head, he came to the table, thought for a while while picking up his pen, and then came to a scroll.

I started writing eloquently.

Written in cursive script.

There is an indescribable wildness in the handwriting as it moves.

When he finished writing two lines of font, Jiang Xiaobai threw the pen away, looked at the middle-aged woman and said, "Is it okay?"

The middle-aged woman took a look with a strange look on her face, and then... her face was full of admiration.

Jiang Xiaobai's inscription is extremely neat.

The person who writes, the scenery described.

Very delicate.

He has a golden hairpin on his head and a jade-colored bandana on his waist.

Pearls are intertwined with jade bodies, and corals are intertwined with trees.

Luo Yi is fluttering, and the light train is carried far away by the wind.

Gu Pan's legacy is radiant, and his long sword is as powerful as an orchid.

Wonderful!

Even if the people present were unhappy with Jiang Xiaobai, they couldn't help but praise him at this moment.

Especially Jiang Xiaobai’s handwriting is so exquisite, isn’t it?

The middle-aged woman nodded at this moment, glanced at Jiang Xiaobai and said: "The writing is not bad, let me let you go for now!"

After saying that, he gave way.

Jiang Xiaobai looked at that moving figure and walked up.

Eyes facing each other.

Jiang Xiaobai took off his mask, and everyone's eyes suddenly widened in surprise.

I saw Jiang Xiaobai holding that beautiful face with both hands and kissing her directly.

Everyone present was stunned for a moment.

There were gasps and gasps everywhere.

this……

The whole place exploded instantly!

What's going on?

Isn't this guy too brave?

The middle-aged woman came back to her senses and her expression changed. Just when she was about to step forward, Jiang Xiaobai let go of Ji Fengxi and said in a gentle voice: "There are many people here, how about... let's find a quiet place?"

Just when everyone thought Miss Ji's family would slap Jiang Xiaobai mercilessly, a scene that shocked them again happened.

I saw Ji Fengxi's brows were shy... and she nodded?

[The author has something to say]

The child is a little unwell and has a low fever, so writing is a bit slow. In addition, why don't many people break out on October 1st? In fact, I think I can still insist on four chapters a day on October 1st, which is the best breakout. What do you think...finally

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