Time is running out.

The talented people let out a burst of boos.

Some people are so excited that they work hard to write a book, and when they write, they cover it tightly and don't let people read it, for fear of being plagiarized by others.

Some talented people look like they are unhappy.

Thinking with my toes, I also know that there is no masterpiece brewing.

Yan Qi no longer teased Xie Siwen, and at a glance, he saw that everyone opened their eyes, and one by one they were full of confidence, unfolded their pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, and began to compose poems.

Kong Chen finally stood up, and his old folds bloomed.

Yan Qi said with a smile: "Lord Kong Chen's masterpiece has been completed? ”

Kong Chen smiled.

Xie Siwen sneered: "Master Kong Chen is old, I'm afraid that all my knowledge will be thrown to my grandmother's house." What good poems can there be in this meeting? ”

Kong Chen snorted: "Whether it's a good poem or not, you'll know a thing or two in a while." ”

He wrote the poem, folded it, and waited for someone to collect it.

Xie Sanjia is like a spring breeze, shaking a feather fan, very chic.

Xie Siwen asked, "Xie Xie Yuan, why don't you use your pen yet?" ”

Xie Sanjia said confidently: "Don't worry, you write first, and when the girl from Luohuafang comes to collect the poems, it's not too late to write." ”

Xie Siwen gave a thumbs up and showed everyone: "See, this is called confidence, don't panic if you have poetry and books in your belly!" In my opinion, this time Xie Jieyuan is going to hold the beauty. ”

Xie Sanjia hurriedly shook his head: "It's just to have fun with the crowd, as for the beauty, for me, it's just a floating cloud, my heart is not here, my heart is not here, haha." ”

Although this guy doesn't have the heart he says, his face is pale.

Yan Qi looked at it clearly.

Xie Sanjia, this guy looks like a little white face, the traitor is deep, his breath is impetuous, he is obviously overindulgent, and his kidneys are deficient, what are you pretending?

The most annoying thing is that you are a person who is obviously full of thoughts, but pretends to be high and low.

For example, if I like beautiful women, I write them on my face, and I still need to wear a mask? Tired or not.

Jingle bells!

There was a bell ringing, and the time was up.

But after a while, a delicate little girl came on the boat: "Ladies and gentlemen, I'm here to collect the poems." ”

The voice is sweet, and there are five plus signs.

The people followed the prestige.

What a pretty chick.

At the age of eighteen or nineteen, he was dressed in a floral skirt, with a corset waist, low cut, white flowers on his shoulders, a pink neck, and a slender waist.

Especially that pretty face, thin powder, beautiful eyes are crooked, and between looking forward to it, it exudes a charming style.

Xie Siwen looked like a nymphomaniac, trembling when he spoke, and couldn't help asking, "Who is my sister?" ”

Day!

Actually called my sister?

Yan Qi wanted to laugh when he heard it: Look at this guy's excitement, don't pee your pants, right?

You're almost forty, call someone else's sister?

Excuse me?

The little girl was slightly blessed: "Ladies and gentlemen, I am Miss Meizhi's maid, my name is Yuanbao, I am eighteen years old today, this son, don't call me sister, I can't climb high." ”

"Ah, this ......"

Xie Siwen blushed, and said, "Girl Yuanbao, please sit here." ”

As he spoke, he was going to pull the little hand of the ingot.

Yuan Bao smiled slightly, looking slowly, but he took a sideways step and slid out diagonally, just avoiding Xie Siwen's big hand.

Xie Siwen originally thought that he would be able to grab the little hand of the ingot, and his body pounced too hard, but he didn't catch it, his body staggered, and he almost hit the side of the boat, and hurriedly retracted his body, his face was red and embarrassed.

Everyone couldn't hold back their laughter.

This guy is also too anxious.

Yan Qi is an expert, and when he saw the side step of the ingot, he was shocked.

No way!

Yuan Bao is a practitioner.

Although he doesn't practice well, he definitely knows martial arts.

Yan Qi was also a little depressed.

Is it that the chicks in the Qinglou know martial arts?

In the past, in the Agarwood Pavilion, Xiao Cui would do martial arts.

Not to mention Bai Chaoyun, his kung fu is superb, and if he fights against her, he will be beaten out of the box in less than three moves.

Nowadays, ingots can also be martial.

If you calculate it like this, Wu Meizhi must also be able to do martial arts.

Ay!

Headaches.

Yuan Bao avoided the anxious Xie Siwen, and said crisply: "Ladies and gentlemen, please hand over the finished poems to me, okay?" ”

Everyone was impressed by the sweet voice and seductive appearance of the ingot.

Yuan Bao is just Wu Meizhi's maid, they are all so good-looking, how much Wu Meizhi should be in the country.

Although everyone also likes beautiful women, they are not as hungry as Xie Siwen, and they are very sven and put the poems in the hands of Yuanbao.

Yuan Bao was very polite, walked up to Kong Chen, and said: "Master Kong Chen, I heard what my young lady said, Master Kong Chen is an extraordinary talent, and he is rich in five cars." My young lady also said that today, you can come to participate in the flower picking order, the young lady is very honored. ”

Kong Chen got up and nodded: "I'm here to promote Chinese culture, give full play to the residual heat, and also want to throw bricks and lead jade, and set an example for talents." ”

The meaning of his words is obvious.

I'm not here to hunt for beauty, I'm just here to join in the fun.

Yuan Bao nodded: "Uncle Kong Chen is really a good official." ”

This Uncle Kongchen, although it is abrupt, but it comes from the mouth of the ingot, the voice is sweet, but I don't feel so abrupt.

Moreover, Uncle Kongchen, the voice of Yuanbao, has a generational separation, and regards him as an elder.

In other words, she knew Kong Chen's original intention, not to hunt for beauty, but just to have a good time.

Yan Qi looked at the delicate ingot, thinking that this girl is so understanding? She speaks crisply and decently, and she is not a stupid woman, she talks and behaves very smartly.

Hey, he's a ghost.

When Yuan Bao left Kong Chen, he walked in front of Yan Qi.

She found that this guy was so handsome and stylish, his eyes were shining, and his eyes were full of banter and cunning.

Yuanbao's chest trembled, and he was electrified, and his voice trembled a little: "This son, what about your poems." ”

Without waiting for Yan Qi to speak, Xie Siwen rushed over and teased loudly: "He's just a little scholar, and he's not a genius, what kind of poems can he make?" You don't look at what he's wearing, shabby and ordinary, dressed like a subordinate, you call him a son? It's too much of a promotion for him, isn't it? ”

Yuanbao's red lips opened slightly, and his beautiful eyes glanced at Xie Siwen, neither humble nor arrogant: "This son, my young lady taught me, heroes don't ask where they come from, and talented people don't distinguish between high and low." Yuan Bao thinks it makes sense, I don't know if this son can understand the meaning of these words? ”

Xie Siwen blushed, not knowing what to say.

Everyone was amazed.

I didn't expect Wu Meizhi's maid to be so powerful, not only good-looking, hot, but also quite knowledgeable.

The maids are so powerful, Wu Meizhi must be even higher.

When Yan Qi heard this, he couldn't help but applaud.

Yuan Bao waved at Yan Qi, his red lips pursed lightly, his beautiful eyes and Yan Qi looked at each other, and he was still a little nervous in his heart: "This son, what about your masterpiece?" Is it okay to hand over the ingots? ”

Yan Qi scratched his head: "Ingots girl, I didn't have a good work, but when I saw the alluring face of the ingots girl, I suddenly burst into inspiration." Girl, please go elsewhere to collect the poems first, and after I finish writing them later, I will give them to Miss Yuanbao. ”

Yuan Bao's cheeks were shy: This son praised me for my good looks.

What a shyness.