"Oh! Go and invite this Mr. Qi to leave!" Yue Lian read another work, shook her head helplessly, and handed a piece of paper in her hand to the maid beside her. The maid nodded and left. Seeing the maid leave, Yue Lian couldn't hide her disappointment and said: "Isn't anyone really able to get into the eyes of my sisters? Sister Yuerong, what do you think?"

Yuerong didn't say anything. Yuelian waited for a long time and looked at Yuerong in surprise. She saw Yuerong looking at a piece of paper in her hand with a dull look on her face. Yuelian shouted strangely again: "Sister Yuerong?"

Yue Rong was shocked suddenly, then looked at Yue Lian in surprise: "Ah? Sister, what's the matter with sister?"

Yue Lian asked strangely, "Why are sister like that just now? Why is this work so unusual?" Yue Lian said, then reached out and took the paper from Yue Rong's hand, and read it: "Red beans grow in the south, and a few branches are blooming in spring. I hope you can pick more of this thing, the most...love-lost thing..."

After reading the last two words, Yue Lian was also stunned. However, Yue Hua put down the piece of paper in her hand, took the paper in Yue Lian's hand, looked at it, but she didn't say anything. Her big eyes suddenly became empty and suddenly became spiritual, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

Yuerong was at least calm and calmed down. She took the paper back from the dazed Yuehua's hand, and looked at the signature: "Chen Zhen? Why have you never heard of such a Chen Langjun in Chang'an? Why is she so talented, but she is still unknown? Such works are no less than Su Erlang's six love poems!"

Yue Lian also came to her senses and looked at Yue Rong and said, "This, this poem, sister, what do you think of it?"

Yuerong pursed her lips, and then showed a charming smile: "Mr. Chen Zhen, I chose it!" Yuerong's mood suddenly improved, revealing the nature of a seventeen-year-old girl, charming with a hint of naughtiness, which made Yuelian and Yuehua lose their minds. It has to be said that in terms of beauty, Yuerong should be the first of the three, but she rarely has such a happy smile, so she has never been able to show it. In terms of appearance, no one in the Zuixianfang has surpassed Yuerong.

But Yuehua was reluctant: "Sister is so cunning! It's rare to have such a masterpiece. Why did my sister go there by herself? I don't know if I take care of my younger sister?" Yue Lian was also a little unhappy: "Sister is really cunning! Looking through so many works, only one is just eye-catching, so she asked her sister to snatch it away, but what should I do if I asked them to do?"

Yuerong showed a childish look: "Are there so many works that have never been seen before? You two might find some good ones, why both of you compete with me for this Chen Langjun?! Besides, the poems that Yue Lian likes are not like this. Yuehua, you like words, not poetry!"

Yuehua bulged her cheeks, looking unhappy, as if a child who had been snatched his beloved toy, turned her head and ignored Yuerong. Yuelian was not happy. She grabbed a piece of paper in anger and started to look at it. Then she widened her eyes instantly. Yuerong and Yuehua were a little surprised to see Yuelian's appearance. Yuehua snatched the paper from the lost Yuelian's hand and read it out: "Standing on the dangerous building, the wind was fine, looking at the spring sorrow, the darkness grew in the sky, the grass and smoke were in the silence, who would rely on the railings? I wanted to get drunk with the scattered pictures and sing with wine. The strong joy was still tasteless, and I would never regret it when my clothes were getting looser, and I would be haggard for her..."

After reading it, Yuehua became a little lost. After reading it, Yuehua was completely lost. Yuerong was also stunned for a moment, but with the red beans growing in the south, Yuerong was at least prepared and said, "This is not a poem, this is a long and short sentence, this, Sister Yuelian, this seems..." Yuerong's meaning was already very clear. Yuelian snatched the paper back from Yuehua's hand: "This gentleman is mine! When I see, Chen Chong? Another Chen Langjun?"

Yue Rong smiled and said nothing, but Yuehua was annoyed: "You all bully people! Isn't it true that you bully them when you look at them? It's so hateful! No! Sister Yuelian, this will belong to me no matter what!" After that, Yuehua stood up and rushed towards Yuelian. Yuelian tightly protected the paper, turned her back and shouted: "Sister, don't you want this, aren't there so many things you haven't seen before? You are searching for some, can you find it?"

Yuerong sat on the mountain and watched the tiger fight with a smile. She would be satisfied as long as she didn't involve her. However, there were still dozens of sheets of paper here, so Yuerong picked up a few more works and took a look. Sure enough, there was nothing good. Compared with the two poems just now, these poems were simply incomprehensible. At most, they were just a regular one and could not be compared with the poems and long and short sentences they got now.

Taking advantage of Yuehua's trouble with Yuelian, Yuerong brushed out more than a dozen unsightly works, leaving behind some slightly better words and beautifully written for Yuehua as a reference. After all, it was a little sister. Now both sisters have found what they like, how can they not take care of the youngest little sister? But I couldn't find anything good after looking at it. I frowned and shook my head, and Yuerong brushed out another one.

There are only three copies left. Yuerong picked up the third to watch with hope. Alas, the words are written well, and the poem is well written. Unfortunately, it lacks some spiritual charm. Just like a scarecrow without souls, the second to last is even worse than the third to last. The words are written like a dog crawling, and this is also a mess. Yuerong frowned and threw the paper down, which is simply a disgrace!

On the last piece of paper, Yuerong almost lost hope. She wondered whether the three sisters could discuss it. Just let these two Chen Langjun split up. Whether it was herself or Yue Lian, they had to take care of the little girl, right? She looked at the last piece of paper with indifferent thoughts. Well, when will the Mingyue be there? She asked Qingtian with wine, but I don’t know that the sky is in the sky... Hum? This word...

"Yuehua, come and have a look!" After reading the whole article, Yuerong suppressed the curiosity in her heart, raised the paper in her hand, and said to Yuehua, who was still laughing and fighting. Yuehua walked over when she heard this. Yuelian breathed a sigh of relief and followed her to see the piece of paper that Yuerong was interested in.

"What is this? This..." The moment Yuehua took the paper, his eyes were as if he was stationary. Looking at the words written on it, he felt lost. After a while, Yuehua looked at the signature in the lower right corner, Chen Ning? Chen Ning? Chen Ning? Suning!

"He, it's him, he's here, he's here..." Yuehua murmured in a low voice. Yuerong and Yuelian didn't hear it clearly and asked strangely: "Yuehua, what are you talking about? What are you coming?"

Yuehua suddenly came to her senses and hugged the paper with both hands: "No, no, nothing. Nothing, sister, I, I want this gentleman, he, he. His name is, Chen, Chen Ning, Chen Ning Langjun!"

Yuerong and Yuelian looked at each other, their eyes full of surprise. They were the Langjun of Chen, the three Chen Langjun, Chen Zhen, Chen Chong, and Chen Ning. Could it be that, were they that the three brothers? The three brothers who were so stunning and beautiful?

Not to mention the things in the boudoir of the three wives, the hungry wolves who were waiting under the building were mixed with joy and sorrow. When they saw someone coming down, holding a piece of paper in their hands, they were nervous. According to the rules, the selected people would be called up and taken down. They could only be said to be brushed off. Every time they saw others being swept away, those who were not swept away secretly were fortunate, and those who were fooled were depressed and the opportunity to kiss the beauty was gone. The wonderful beauty would become the prey of others...

However, they are scholars at least, and they still have these shameful feelings. As the saying goes, there is nothing to say if they are not as good as others. So they all accepted the failure calmly, took back their paper and stopped talking, waiting for the final candidate to be announced. Changsun Chong and Li Zhen were nervous every time they looked at it. This was not a question of self-confidence or not, but an inevitable tension brought about by a very depressed atmosphere.

This scene reminded Suning of the scene where the test papers were always distributed when the test results were announced. No matter whether the grades were good or not, they were very nervous. They would not feel at ease until the moment they got the score. Now Suning is not nervous, but feels a little strange and excited. He really doesn’t know how beautiful and charming the world is. He can encounter such a good thing when he visits brothels for the first time in Datang. He really doesn’t know what will happen next!

Suning was not worried that his three poems would not be selected, so he looked at Changsun Chong and Li Zhen with a confused look on his face and felt a little funny. Seeing the little maids constantly making the works that were shot down, Suning knew that the highlight was coming.

As expected, after a while, the little maid appeared on the second floor again and said to a group of wolves at the bottom of the building: "Dear men, today's three best talents have been selected by the three wives. The wife Yuerong was chosen by Chen Zhen, the wife Yuelian was chosen by Chen Chong, and the wife Yuehua was chosen by Chen Ning! I am here to congratulate the three Chen Langjun. I also asked the three husbands to move upstairs and receive them. As for the other husbands, please feel free to do it!"

As soon as the little maid finished speaking, Changsun Chong and Li Zhen stood up excitedly, very excited, and the noise was a little loud, so everyone's eyes surrendered to Changsun Chong and Li Zhen standing, and Suning sitting. Could it be that these three people were selected, Chen Langjun?

"This, this, these three are Chen Chong, Chen Zhen and Chen Ning?" "This, why do you look so young?" "Isn't it fake?" "The three ladies are all good at sex, how could they misjudice people?" "Let's see what the works of these three people are before making a conclusion!" "It's extreme, it's extreme!"

After a whisper, Suning stood up with a smile. His plan was very successful. The three of them were chosen by their favorites. Looking at Changsun Chong and Li Zhen who could not hold back, they nodded at them. The two of them breathed a sigh of relief, relaxed for a moment, and followed Suning's footsteps and slowly walked towards the stairs. The three of them walked along the way, while encountering the eyes of those unselected scholars.

Jealousy, envy, incredible, suspicious, all kinds of complex emotions mixed in the eyes of these people. Suning disdained this and slowly walked up the stairs. There were three maids on the stairs bowing and preparing. Seeing that the three of them came up, they led the three of them into different rooms. After a while, three maids went downstairs with three wooden plates. That was the works of Suning and the three of them. In order to prove that the courtesan lady was fair and strict, the selected works must be made public so that everyone can believe it.

This is not something Suning needs to consider. How do they think it is their business? Suning saw Changsun Chong and Li Zhen being taken into different rooms and entered his own room. Yuehua, the lady who likes the most among the three ladies, Suning firmly believes that the original Su style characters must impress her, but I don’t know what kind of person this Yuehua lady is? I guess she is still dressing up now, and Suning is not in a hurry. After finding a soft pad for the guest, Suning sat down and looked at her daughter’s boudoir carefully.

The beautiful room was filled with light blue and light pink decorations, and the air was filled with a faint fragrance. I don’t know whether it was the smell of spices or the fragrance of my daughter’s house. Suning couldn’t tell it. However, this feeling was very good. This fragrance smelled so much that it gave Suning a relaxed and happy feeling. In addition to the excitement of seeing the beautiful girl, Suning was in a particularly good mood.
Chapter completed!