"The eldest prince Chen Yan has arrived!"

"The second prince Chen Dongbei has arrived!"

"The prime minister's son Zhang Jiming has arrived!"

One after another, shouts wandered in Qianyang Lake, and all of them came from the young nobles of the Great Yan Empire.

Qing'er, the leader of the Dragon Phoenix Residence, was selected by the female elders of the Shenxiao Holy Land to become a disciple.

Isn't this a trick of 360 degrees without dead angles?

Whether it is the prince or the noble son, they all hold that they can meet Qing'er, and maybe they can leave a relationship and lick Miss Qing'er.

When Qing'er becomes a cultivator, maybe she can also become a cultivator by relying on her wife!

"Yuan Qing, you have a lot of competitors. ”

Lin Beichen glanced at the three young men in the attic.

The eldest prince and the second prince of the Great Yan Empire, and the other is the son of the prime minister.

These three people are all proper second-generation officials!

"Hey, hey, don't I have a son? There is a son, these people are all wine bags and rice bags!" Liu Yuanqing inadvertently slapped Lin Beichen's sycophants.

"It's not rough. ”

Lin Beichen nodded with satisfaction.

Attic.

"Big brother, I came to participate in the Lantern Festival today. ”

Chen Dongbei, the second prince of the Great Yan Empire, glanced at Chen Yan and said lightly.

"Hehe, second brother, the purpose of you and I coming here is obvious, so there is no need to hide it. The father said that if anyone can get Miss Qing'er's heart, he will pass the throne to whomever he wants. After all, Miss Qing'er will be a disciple of the Shenxiao Holy Land in the future, and whoever marries her will get the support of the Shenxiao Holy Land. Second brother, let's each rely on our abilities. ”

Chen Yan, who was full of pockmarks, said expressionlessly.

"Zhang Jiming, let everyone who has nothing to do with it get out!" Chen Yan waved his hand impatiently as he looked at so many people in Qianyang Lake.

"These people still want to win Miss Qing'er's heart, and they want to eat fart!"

"Gotcha!"

Zhang Jiming, the son of the prime minister, walked down the attic in a hurry.

"Big brother, you are so majestic. Chen Dongbei snorted coldly and sat on the chair.

......

"Father Zhang Erhe!"

Zhang Jiming, who was slightly chubby and lived like a leather ball, shouted at the top of his voice.

"Father Zhang Erhe, idle people and others hurriedly give me a calf, do you understand my words, father Zhang Erhe!"

"Zhang Erhe? Isn't this the prime minister of the dynasty? I can't afford to provoke him, so I slipped away. ”

"Grass, it's great to have an official father?"

A scholar said angrily.

"Hehe, I'm sorry, it's amazing to have a father who is an official, I can do whatever I want. Come on, drag this kid into the prison for a few days. ”

Zhang Jiming kicked at the scholar who had spoken earlier.

"No way, I can afford to provoke anyone in the world except the royal family, it's just so crazy, it's so willful!"

"Father Zhang Erhe!"

Zhang Jiming led two soldiers around Qianyang Lake and shouted, when they heard Zhang Erhe's three words, most of the scholars changed their faces and hurriedly left, except for a very few sons in gorgeous costumes, their faces did not change, even if they saw Zhang Jiming, they had to respectfully shout Zhang Gongzi good evening.

"Childe, I'm ready to use pen and paper. Liu Yuanqing handed it over.

"Ugh..."

"Lick the dog. ”

Lin Beichen looked at Liu Yuanqing, who was in a hurry, and sighed.

"Then I'll write you a poem. Lin Beichen took the brush and fell into deep thought.

What should I write about?

"Father Zhang Erhe!"

Zhang Jiming walked up to Lin Beichen and said condescendingly.

"I know, your father's name is Zhang Erhe. Lin Beichen held a pen in his right hand, stroked his chin with his left hand and replied subconsciously.

"Yo, do you want to leave after you know?"

Zhang Jiming looked at Lin Beichen suspiciously.

In his memory, there was no such person in Kyoto.

"Ahem, my father Zhang Erhe!" Zhang Jiming pretended to cough a few times, and his voice became a little louder.

"I know, I know, your father's name is Zhang Erhe, what are you doing so many times, I'm not your father. ”

"What should I write a poem?"

Lin Beichen held the brush in his hand and continued to fall into deep thought.

"Father..."

"Father, your uncle, didn't you see that my eldest brother was thinking about things?"

Smack-

Liu Yuanqing couldn't bear it anymore, and slapped Zhang Jiming into the lake.

This man looked like his brain was in water, and he was sent into the water to sober up.

The two guards next to him looked stupid!

A slap that fanned someone dozens of meters away?

Is this the power that normal people have?

"Father... Father Zhang, goo-goo-goo..."

"Help, I can't swim, help!"

Zhang Jiming fluttered and soon sank to the bottom of the lake.

"Hurry up and save Zhang Erhe, ahh

Two guards jumped into the lake, and the two waves stirred up a thousand ripples.

"There it is!"

Lin Beichen brushed the brush and quickly wrote down a line of big characters with a brush.

"Yuan Qing, if you give this to Miss Qing'er, she will definitely invite you to the boat!" Lin Beichen was extremely confident in a few lines of poetry!

"Okay, but Childe, what are you writing here?"

Liu Yuanqing asked with an embarrassed but polite smile.

Lin Beichen's calligraphy can be described in four words.

Amazing!

Liu Yuanqing is literate, but he really can't read Lin Beichen's handwriting.

"What do you know? This is called wild grass!" Lin Beichen patted Liu Yuanqing's head.

"Come, I'll read a sentence and you say a word. ”

"Ask the world, what is love, and teach life and death to make a promise?"

Liu Yuanqing's eyes lit up.

"It's so wet, I'll know if it's there as soon as I make a move, it's so wet!" Liu Yuanqing excitedly held the paper in his hand and walked into the small boat in the middle of Qianyang Lake in the water.

"That's... That's the one... Good evening, have you eaten?"

Liu Yuanqing stood awkwardly in front of Miss Qing'er.

"Childe, the slave family has eaten. Miss Qing'er looked at Liu Yuanqing with a smile.

"What did you eat?"

Liu Yuanqing swallowed his saliva and held the poem written by Lin Beichen tightly.

Qing'er: "???"

Lin Beichen: "???"

"If this kid can get a girl, I'll have her surname!" Lin Beichen heard the conversation between the two full of black lines.

"You don't have to tell Childe what the slave family ate tonight, Childe, but wrote a poem to the slave family?"

Qing'er put the pipa in her hand at her feet, and raised her jade hand out.

"Can you show the slaves?"

"But... OK. Liu Yuanqing handed the poem written by Lin Beichen to Qing'er.

"Childe's calligraphy is really... It's unheard of. ”

Qing'er said implicitly.

Subtext: "That's it, that's it???"

"Ask... Ask... Ask the world, ahh

"Childe, what do you say?"

Liu Yuanqing turned his head and asked Lin Beichen for help.

"Ask what the world is like, and teach life and death to make a promise!" Lin Beichen was about to be stupidly cried by Liu Yuanqing.

Teach you how to pick up girls by hand?

You're really just a wood who only knows how to cultivate!

In this life?

Don't think you'll be able to find a girlfriend in your next life!

"This poem was written by that son, right?" Qing'er pointed to Lin Beichen.

"Childe, can you talk to the slave family on the ship?"