"Sir, are you right or wrong?" Uncle Liu said carefully and softly, but there was a look of helplessness on his eyebrows. He had seen this kind of thing many times.

Many of them only have martial arts but no talent.

He has the air of a martial artist, but no air of talent.

"Come down quickly, don't waste our time." The people in the audience started to get dissatisfied.

The man glanced sharply at the people in the audience, glanced at Uncle Liu in the stands, and said loudly, "I never hit old and weak people."[

Although the man was a reckless man, he still had some moral character, and was not the kind of immoral or immoral person, so he stepped down in dejection.

A man's blue shirt fluttered, and his thousands of strands of hair danced in the air, like a fairy's silk. His jade pendant swayed in the wind and fell gently to the ground. He held a folding fan, looking like a handsome young man, as if he had read poetry and books.

He looked like a man, but there was a hint of playboy between his brows, and he was dancing gracefully among the women. He said quietly and confidently, "It is not a sin to have soft jade with a warm fragrance and a slender waist and voluptuous breasts."

Uncle Liu was speechless again. He glanced at the handsome young man on the stage and saw that he was someone who often went to places where fireworks were. He was such a superficial person.

"Sir, please come down——" Uncle Liu's eyes were unhappy. There was no need to be too polite to people like this who often got together in the land of fireworks.

"Huh---" The man suddenly held up a folding fan in his hand, with a arrogant look on his face, snorted disdainfully, and said in a cold voice, "Young Master, I still don't despise your little money." After saying this, the man jumped into the crowd.

, the shuttle disappeared.

Huang Punuoxi had a sneer on her thin lips, but her eyes were bright and bright. As a person from the 21st century, she knew these three couplets very well.

The first deputy is the famous Chu Ci scholar: Wu Zhangshu, who wrote the Yueyang Tower couplets.

Several people jumped up in succession, but they all failed miserably and fell off the stage. The young man in light blue who was sitting elegantly on the stage had a noble expression. His eyes swept over everyone on the stage with disdain. There was a scornful light in the corners of his eyes, and his jade-like fingers moved elegantly.

Wearing a delicate and petite porcelain cup, she has a light appearance.

Xuanyuan Xuan jumped onto the shore and came to both sides of the lake. With a flash of his eyes, there was actually a stage set up in front of him. It was a poetry competition. It was interesting. Thinking about it, he had participated in such a poetry competition for several years.

, there was a faint light of interest in his eyes, but the lantern in his hand was faintly flashing red light, rippling one after another under the cold wind of the moonlight.

The arrival of Xuanyuan Xuan caused a moment of silence in the originally noisy scene, and then continued to roar.

The women watched mesmerized. The man on the stage was not touched by any human fireworks, but this man was spotless from the dust of the world, but he did not eat the fireworks of the world. His white clothes were as white as snow, like the face of a god, and his face was as deep as the sea.

The eyes are generally deep and blue, as if they can eat people's energy, but they are so fatal to attract everyone, giving people a double sense of visual, handsome and beautiful.

"The time has come. Congratulations to the young master for your correct answer. This second line is just like the young master said. His soul has returned to Luoshui, and the world has changed without poetry." Uncle Liu had a satisfied smile on his face. The man sitting aside drinking tea slightly nodded his head and signaled.

Keep going.

Huang Punuoxi felt that this poetry competition was not as simple as it seemed on the surface.
Chapter completed!