Hey, how do you talk? How can you be such an abrupt beauty? Get out of here. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 At this time, an eight-rank martial emperor said angrily.

Please don't argue with the two of you, everything is Wei'er's bad!" Shui Wei'er said delicately at this time.

Chu Yi laughed secretly in his heart, you have also acted too deep in this play, right? Is there such a Nine-Rank Martial Empress in this world?

Miss Wei'er, don't get me wrong, I'm just talking about things! I don't mean anything else! Misunderstanding! Good day, beautiful scenery, beautiful people are in front, don't spoil the fun! Chu Yi suddenly said with a kind smile.

The Eight-Rank Martial Emperor sat down in a daze, originally wanting to come out and let Shui Wei'er deepen her impression of herself, and be able to spend ** with her name at night, but she didn't expect that people didn't seem to pay much attention to him.

Wei'er is a little unwell today, so I can only accompany each other for a while! Please forgive me! Shui Wei'er said faintly at this time, with a pitiful expression.

Miss Wei'er should not be like this, don't you think that we are not people who pity the fragrance and cherish the jade?

However, Shui Wei'er's beautiful eyes turned to Chu Yidao at this time: I don't know this son's surname!

This woman is really good at stirring up trouble! Chu Yi thought in his heart, and immediately smiled and said: My surname is Lang!

It turned out to be Gongzi Xun! Shui Wei'er was shocked in her heart, and she didn't dare to ask any more.

She felt ashamed in her heart, after all, that person had a lot of affection for her, but she was only used and played, and now she died quietly, she was really a little uneasy.

Then please write a poem, if you can touch Wei'er's mind, Wei'er will entrust her body and mind tonight! Shui Wei'er settled her mind at this time and said calmly.

Soon a few pretty maids came in with pen, ink and paper and placed them in front of everyone.

This world naturally has poetry, but it still belongs to a less brilliant era, and most people make poems that are very indecent.

It is naturally more difficult than this, Chu Yi, and plagiarizing a sentence and a half from the Tang and Song dynasties at will is enough to defy the sky here. It's just that in this era of the respect for force, all this is just nothing.

He smiled slightly, stretched out his hand and waved, and then beckoned to a pretty maid: I have written!

At this time, everyone else looked at him with contempt, after all, the poems are finely crafted, and some people can't hold back a good poem even if they think hard for a year and a half, Chu Yi is like this, either he writes it indiscriminately, or he asks someone to write it in advance!

Only the pretty maid who came to collect the paper had a flash of brilliance in her eyes, obviously she didn't expect Chu Yi to be able to write such an intoxicating poem.

Half an hour later, everyone's poems were finally collected in front of Shui Wei'er, and she stood up at this time and bowed and said: Wei'er will go in first!

When she said this, not only did no one express disappointment, but everyone became excited.

After all, after Shui Wei'er enters, it won't be long before she announces who can spend the night with her**! Could that lucky person be herself? Everyone thinks in their hearts that it may be, but they can't be sure.

This is an extremely exciting feeling, as if it is in a lottery! Chu Yi roughly calculated, Shui Wei'er only needs to accompany one person at night, and she can benefit from a value of close to 20,000 yuan, which is not simple.

Especially the person who designed such a routine for her is a master who understands human psychology. However, Chu Yi crossed over, and he didn't play to dominate the world, he needed a resourceful character, otherwise he would have to be very cliché and want to recruit.

Chu Yi actually didn't think about spending ** with Shui Wei'er at all, the reason why he came today was to fulfill Lang Kongxiang's last wish, but he didn't expect that this time it seemed to be more disappointed than expected.

However, if it is confirmed that Lang Kongxiang was actually just used to give his life in vain, if conditions permit, Chu Yi does not mind finding out the person behind the scenes and avenging him.

At this time, the pretty maids removed the wine and delicacies, fruits and vegetables from the table, and in the blink of an eye, another table of steaming wine and vegetables was presented.

Because according to the original practice, those who are not chosen will probably have to drink to relieve their boredom.

The woman he likes in the bead curtain is turning clouds and rain with others, and he can only drink wine and eat meat, this contrast can undoubtedly make the heat in people's hearts even stronger.

The atmosphere in the small hall seemed a little silent and turbulent, and at this time, in the room within the bead curtain, Shui Wei'er was staring at the sentence written by Chu Yi.

There are no colorful phoenix wings, and the heart is clear!

Wonderful, really flawless, this person actually has such a literary style!Shui Weier said in amazement.

Women are inherently sensual creatures, and poetry, which pays attention to the feeling of obscurity and artistic conception, has always been the best thing to capture women's hearts.

That's why there are so many men in the world who read the world, but only like the women who are talented and poor.

It's just that why is his surname Lang, is it true or false? Or is it just a coincidence? Shui Wei'er's face kept changing, as if she was thinking about something.

In fact, the culture of this Tianwu Continent is quite the same as that on the earth, why is this? To say that in the vast universe, there are two planets that are so close, this is really incredible! Or, the martial emperors of the ancient period once set foot on the earth, right? Chu Yi was thinking about a deeper problem at this time, and he didn't notice that a pretty maid came out of the curtain! Every time Shui Wei'er stayed with someone for the night, it was this woman who came to announce it.

Gongzi Xun, Miss Wei'er, please come into the room and talk about it! The pretty maid said crisply, in fact, it was the one who came over to get Chu Yi's paper.

Chu Yi raised his head, and suddenly found that this woman's figure and charm were six or seven percent similar to Shui Wei'er, but if she didn't look closely, she really couldn't see it.

Many eyes of envy, jealousy and hatred suddenly fell on Chu Yi's body, and someone said unconvinced: This kid has just arrived, and he finished writing it so quickly, it must be completely shoddy poetry, we are not convinced!

The pretty maid sneered and said: Miss Wei'er said, if anyone can write, there is no colorful phoenix wings, and the heart is a little clear. With such a level of poetry, she can accompany her at any time.

The person who spoke out was stunned for a moment, these Eight Rank Martial Emperors are all from those royal families in their respective alliances, so their attainments in this will not be very bad, and when they hear this poem, they secretly admire, this is wonderful.

In fact, it is precisely those wealthy people of the high-ranking families who really inherit the flame of human civilization, because only they have the ability and strength to preserve something.

Especially in ancient times, when ordinary people were not necessarily literate and hungry, how could they inherit civilization when they were unable to eat? This is why it is difficult for great literati and thinkers to emerge without hardware support.

Therefore, as soon as these people heard Chu Yi's words, they immediately felt the difference in strength between each other, and they were speechless.