After Truman became the county commander of Yangzhou County, the number of patrols and the quality of patrols in Yangzhou County were greatly improved.

But today is the First Snow Festival, and most of the people were let back by him.

As a result, he failed to meet a single catcher on the streets where he fled.

Never give them any more holidays.

Truman whispered.

"What's wrong?" A voice came from his arms.

Mrs. Luo has no martial arts, and her feet are naturally inferior to Truman, so Truman hugged her and hurried.

Her voice was soft and soft, with a heavy snort.

The veil had long since fallen off, and the pretty face hidden in Truman's arms was already red.

It was the first time she had been hugged like this by a man.

It was also the first time to get close to the breath of a man of the opposite sex.

Mrs. Luo laughed at herself, she was still so unproductive at her age.

Being hugged by a man at the moment of life and death, there is nothing.

It's like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl.

Truman looked down at Mrs. Luo's eyelashes blinking like butterflies, a pair of bright and breathtaking eyes, and a delicate and delicate red lip slightly opened and closed, revealing pearl-white teeth.

Because of the posture, the neckline is opened in small pieces, revealing a large layer of snow white.

Truman quickly turned his head away and didn't dare to look more.

But his hand touched the other party's soft and delicate body, and even through several layers of clothes, he could clearly feel that the other party's skin was a little hot.

Inexplicable.

There was a strange birth of distracting thoughts.

His body became extremely hot, and his lips were a little dry.

"Nothing." Truman replied.

He quickly adjusted his emotions and stopped thinking about it.

After taking two more steps forward, Trumen suddenly said again.

"I'm sorry."

"Ahh

"Blame me today, if it weren't for me, you wouldn't have gotten into this kind of trouble." Truman explained.

Mrs. Luo smiled softly.

Looking at the sweat droplets on the other party's face because of running, she was inexplicably bolder.

She stretched her arms lightly, hugged the back of her neck on the other side, and then relayed slightly, and climbed her head up to Truman's shoulder.

With his chest next to Truman's chest, his lips pressed against Truman's ear, and he gently exhaled a breath of hot air.

She said, "I am willing to share your suffering." ”

Yes!

Truman was stunned on the spot.

His hands began to weaken, and he let the beautiful woman in his arms slowly fall off.

The roots of his ears were red, hot as hot coal.

His parched lips opened and closed, and he muttered speechless.

This sentence is not a confession, but for Truman, a person who doesn't understand love, he can't help but think about it.

Truman stopped, and everyone naturally stopped.

Although Mrs. Luo was not in Truman's arms, her hands were still hanging around the former's neck.

Looking at the other party's stupid appearance, Mrs. Luo smiled.

"Don't be stupid."

As if she had made a decision, she stopped laughing.

Again: "In a month, I will hold a recruitment ceremony in Yangzhou City, for myself, I hope you come." ”

"Alright." She put her hand off Truman's neck, looked into the distance, and said, "If we don't run away, Qian Hang will chase after us." ”

Truman looked at the road, and in the quiet darkness over there, there was already a commotion of the wind.

Mrs. Luo chuckled again, opened her hand, made a gesture to hug, and said, "Don't hurry up and carry me away." ”

Truman picked up Mrs. Luo again, and disappeared into the darkness with Xu Jinwu.

On the way, Mrs. Luo leaned into his ear again and whispered: "My surname is Luo, and my name is Scarlet." ”

"Don't call me Mrs. Luo anymore."

......

The killing machine in Yangzhou County is unknown to everyone in the Linlang Flower Boat.

In the fourth floor of the Flower Boat.

Everyone looked at Mother Huang at the top.

Huang's mother has a list in her hand.

On the list is the top ten of this Linlang poetry meeting.

Who can get the guidance of those two famous teachers, who will see the four fairies on the fifth floor, and who will be accepted as disciples by famous teachers, are all on this piece of paper.

It's like seeing the girl who is the first on the beauty list, it's like seeing the endless silver taels, but the fourth layer of dozens of people, it's as noisy as thousands of chirping ducks.

Huang's mother frowned slightly, she cleared her throat and coughed slightly.

Suddenly, the noisy environment fell silent, and a pin drop could be heard.

"The tenth class of the Linlang Poetry Club is from Niujiatun Shi Tongfang."

After Huang's mother finished speaking, a person jumped out of the corner excitedly.

He shouted loudly, "It's me, it's me, I'm hit." ”

It's like winning the imperial examination.

"Cut, it's only a tenth, is it so worth rejoicing?" Someone sneered.

"It's just that, there are nine more in the back? I don't know who I am? Someone chimed in.

"Mother Huang, hurry up and announce the people below." Someone else urged.

Mother Huang's face did not change, she took the rice paper, and continued to announce: "The ninth class of the Linlang Poetry Club is the ......."

......

Soon, only the top three were left unannounced.

In the audience, most of the people were depressed, some were excited, and some were hopeful, staring directly at the rice paper in the hand of the flower mother.

It seems that I want to see through the rice paper.

But it clearly won't be as he hoped.

Huang's mother casually threw aside the rice paper in her hand that decided the fate of most people, and then hooked her hand in the corner.

Immediately, three maids came from the corner, each holding a wooden sign in their hands.

On the wooden plaque, the names of the top three are written.

Mother Huang picked up the wooden sign on the far left.

The crowd held their breath.

"The third class of the Linlang Poetry Club is from Liu Yuanwei's "On Luanhua Girl".

After Huang's mother finished speaking, it attracted everyone's discussion.

"Liu Yuanwei? You mean the beggar? ”

"Mother Huang, you're not mistaken, although he has read some books, he is just a beggar, and he can also enter the top three?"

"Liu Yuanwei likes her Luanhua girl, and it's okay to write poems for her, but this kind of courtship poems are vulgar and boring, I don't believe how good they can be."

"Miss Luanhua is from the Flower Pavilion, and let Liu Yuanwei occupy the third place, isn't it the Flower Pavilion in order to pull people for herself?"

"This kind of thing is not impossible, after all, the Linlang Poetry Club is not a serious competition."

......

If the top three are taken up by this Liu Yuanwei, and then one is occupied by Langzhou Poetry Absolute Sage, then only one place will be left, and the probability of these people who have not made it to the list will be much lower.

Therefore, no matter how good Liu Yuanwei's poems are, they don't want him to occupy a place.

Moreover, let a beggar press on their heads, and say it without making people laugh.

At that time, everyone was talking and the tone was passionate.

The only one who didn't speak was Xun Sheng, who was dressed in white, standing aside, looking at the people with intense emotions with a smile.

Huang's mother's face also turned cold.

"If you don't want to participate, get out, question our Linlang Poetry Club, and question the vision of those two famous teachers, are you worthy?" Huang's mother was obviously angry.

Sure enough, after she finished speaking, the audience calmed down again.

Someone apologized: "I'm short-sighted, and I also ask Mother Huang not to remember the villain, and announce the top two quickly." ”

"yes, yes, let's announce it soon."

Everyone agreed.