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Outside the Oriole Pavilion, there are layers of snow.

It is secluded, and only a few psychics in the world are transmitting distant messages.

Inside the Oriole Pavilion, it is hot.

The three levels of drumming and passing flowers have ended.

Liu Chanyu's belt was tight, his long clothes were fluttering, and he was silent with angry eyes.

At this time, the scholar Liu Chan was the winner of the third level, but he didn't feel the joy of being a lucky person.

In the first level, it was the prefect who gladly accepted the role of the loser.

After this pass, everyone knew that the sensible prefect had not only paid the silver earlier, but also gave the Tingli Pavilion the fat child who rebuilt the theater on the original site of the Shang Opera Troupe. Now, he is the two most famous Oiran in Jinling alone, and he is beyond reproach and deserved.

In the second level, it turned out to be a moon worship girl who was the initiator of the game, and she got the flower arrows herself.

Just like Chaoyang Danfeng, who cherishes her wings, she became a loser in this level, thanks to Qingwen's help to the scholars.

However, this seems to be in line with the moon worship to some extent: not to give patronage lightly to the common people.

The third level, unexpectedly, was biased by a little scholar.

It is said that in this third level, the winner does not need to use silver to "have a good time" with the Oiran.

However, hidden in this land of red flowers and willows, rich and gentle, the black clouds that rushed towards the scholars were all kinds of vicious waves.

Liu Chan's intuition was suppressed and suffocated, and he was already undertaking all kinds of criticism from this attack. Unconsciously, his face was pale, his waist was slightly bent, and only a pair of stubborn vertical eyes were silently saying "Dissatisfied!".

First of all, the public attack of the evil old bustard must be expected that this poor scholar would not be able to come up with some silver, so he snobbishly did not abide by the rules of this pass, and kept saying that if he was already a winner, he would make up some silver taels, otherwise he would be good-looking.

In Liu Chan's eyes, the thug-like Wei Xiaobao carried a drumstick in his hand, twisted his toes, and kept turning his standing posture, waiting to see a good show.

Listening to the influence of the old bustard, the girls in the oriole hall looked at the poor scholar sideways, as if this was a tuberculosis ghost in front of them, and they were disgusted.

All the officials rushed to nod at the bustard's words, and the flattering posture was clearly helping people and not helping them.

Baoyu didn't care who won or lost, paid or paid on credit, and had nothing to do with the Sprinkle family's son-in-law posture, his eyes were full of attention to that girl Qingwen.

What made Liu Chan angry the most was that the girl Qingwen who came out of nowhere, when she shouldn't help, she did her best to help.

can see that there is something wrong with this girl, the previous shaking wit, impatience, and later blindness, and chivalrous righteousness, it seems that all have disappeared.

In Liu Chan's view, at this moment, there is a girl with an empty brain and no eyes in front of her.

It's a shame that she also played a key kick and block just now, which is really incomprehensible.

What Liu Chan didn't expect was that he had never been recognized by anyone for the years he had walked in the Southern Zhou Dynasty, but he was clearly recognized by Qingwen, a little girl who was pretending to be crazy and stupid at this time. The little girl was taken by surprise and shamelessly used the trick that only women would use to deal with herself, taking a strange plum blossom needle, and stabbing her vital part when she came up, the tail fin disguised as an ankle.

Come to think of it, it turns out that it is neither early nor too late, in this world where the world is desolate and sometimes ends, such a ghost girl that I have encountered is actually a scourge that I must destroy first on this trip. Thinking of this, Liu Chan unconsciously held his forehead.

This is a very embarrassing move, which makes the girls warm and the officials distressed.

Master Qin pouted and smiled, and the wind was blowing. She said in her heart: "It turns out that this scholar is nothing more than a harmless heartthrob. Look at what kind of 'capable thing' he has, dare to fight with the scheming old lady and me?!"

At present, scholar Liu Chan is faced with two choices:

Or, admit in public that he is just a poor scholar, with no power to rely on and no money to spend, and then honestly give up the winner's reward for this beautiful period.

Or, fight hard, defend the rights of this winner, and swear to the death to hold the beauty.

I thought that when I first met the girl to worship the moon, the woman Xiaoxuan was dressing up, she was very shy, and she was completely unpretentious.

He Liu Chan was so angry with his scholars that he couldn't help but put down his books and bags and missed the exam, just for this "Xiaosonggang moon is like frost, and people are like catkins and flowers" and smiled.

The heart is like a sword, and life is like grass!

How can a poor scholar deal with the hungry tiger who only knows money and doesn't know people, could it be that he will give up the identity of the winner of this third level and retreat honestly? !

Liu Chan already felt the black clouds pressing down on his chest, and he almost fainted in place.