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As soon as he saw Mo Qian, Tang Yi stepped forward and said, and then sat down on Mo Qian's left.

Mo Qian was invited by him, so he naturally wanted to accompany him, and he also admired Mo Qian's talent, and he didn't mind getting close.

"Hahaha, meeting is fate, I have had a relationship with this Brother Mo before, Brother Mo doesn't mind me sitting here, right?"

Ling Beichen also said with a smile, and then found a place to sit down beside Mo Qian.

He wanted to see why Tang Fang was so interested in Mo Qian.

Such a move separated Jingqi and Rou'er. The gunners, who were originally sitting in their seats in NY County, were dumbfounded.

Take a look, this is the state of the gunman's life.

Not only was he accompanied by a beautiful girl, but even these nobles treated him preferentially, vying to sit next to him.

Think about what happened to your own people, and keep smiling when you are scolded.

When you are smashed with a cup, you must not change your face, but also show that you are honored.

One colleague was too dedicated to the people who threw the cups to think they were being despised and chased them for miles with a wine vask.

When I went back, I had to make an apology report with the parents and villagers in NY County, and the apology should express the spirit of Ningyuan.

In retrospect, there are only three words that can describe -------- miserable!

Looking at Mo Qian in front of him, the gunman could do this, and he would die without regrets.

"Thirteen Langs with a Thousand Faces" Zhao Thirteen licked his lips and looked at Mo Qian with envy.

When did your own people become such a high-level gunner, just now I wanted to teach others, but I didn't expect them to become famous, this is really a great irony.

Jing Qi's face was blue and red for a while, the person in front of him was originally the person he wanted to humiliate, but now even his biggest support, Ling Beichen, released kindness to him.

One can imagine how stupid one's actions are in the eyes of others.

She doesn't complain about Ling Beichen, she can't afford to complain about someone with such a high position, she puts all her hatred on Mo Qian.

It's all because of this person, that's why he's so embarrassed, if he obediently gives himself some anger, won't there be nothing?

"Ling Gongzi, then we ......" Jing Qi said in embarrassment, now that Ling Beichen is sitting here, it is not for her to leave or stay, it is really a dilemma.

Beichen glanced at Jing Qi lightly: "Jing Qi, you take Rou'er back to our seat to rest first, and I'll talk to Brother Mo again." ”

"Yes." Jing Qi replied.

Rou'er glanced at Ling Beichen and left with her head down, leaving only Mo Qian and a few people.

Lin Yuan saw that several people were sitting in front of him, and suddenly felt that something was wrong.

"Slow, you juniors, obviously the old man came first, why did you steal my place, get out of the way for me, I want to have a good chat with Xiaoyou."

Lin Yuan shouted in a loud voice, the bad problem that fell in the Guozi Prison at the beginning.

After all, they are all a group of young and vigorous students, and they can't succeed without any skills.

Besides, the people here are afraid of Tang Fang and Ling Beichen, but Lin Yuan is not afraid, after so many years in Guozijian, he can be said to be full of peach and plums all over the world, can these two goods still be reversed?

So Tang Fang and Ling Beichen reluctantly moved their butts to make room for Lin Yuan.

Lin Yuan sat next to Mo Qian with a smile, although Lin Yuan himself did a good job of writing and writing articles, but he couldn't write poems, so he admired young people who did well in poetry, and Mo Qian was interested in him.

"Hehe, little friend, have you ever come to the Nebula Poetry Club?"

Lin Yuan sat next to Mo Qian and said with a smile, looking like a disciple who had seen a beautiful woman.

"Thanks to Brother Tang's love, I am honored to participate for the first time." Mo Qian arched his hand at Tang Fang.

"Be polite, next time brother, what poetry meeting do you want to attend, just tell me, as long as you are in Jian'an Mansion, I can call the shots."

After that, he glanced at Lin Yuan provocatively, look, you are so attentive, others are not accepting my affection.

Unexpectedly, Lin Yuan glared, "Stinky boy, a big talent is here, if they don't invite it, that's their loss, why do you have to lower Mo Xiaoyou's identity." ”

"Yes, yes, Mr. Lin is right, it's Tang Fang Meng Lang, how could Brother Mo need me to get him an invitation post.

It's just that if you have more opportunities to appear in the poetry meeting again, sir, you can also appreciate more good sentences, right? ”

Tang Fang used to study in Guozijian, although Lin Yuan did not give a lecture to Tang Fang directly, but the status of this master and apprentice is still there.

So in addition to deterring Mr. Lin Yuan's killing stick, there is still a sense of respect.

After Lin Yuan heard that there was a good poem, he was really happy, pinched his beard and said: "Yes, it seems that you kid still understands my mind quite well, and it is not in vain that you have been studying in Guozijian for so many years." ”

Ling Beichen also said at the right time: "The dance is almost over now, and the poetry meeting will start later, presumably Mr. will soon be able to appreciate the masterpieces of Mo Gongzi." ”

"Ling Gongzi is polite, I'm just talking nonsense, and I don't deserve to be called a masterpiece."

Mo Qian was a little embarrassed, if he hadn't been forced by the teachers to memorize a few more poems when he was a child, let alone nonsense, even if he was asked to stare at the moonlight with a telescope for half a month, he might not be able to come up with a sentence of 'bright moonlight in front of the bed'.

Maybe I will study how to launch Li Bai to the moon.

With Lin Yuan and others on the seat, Ning Yuan, who was originally deserted, could be regarded as a little popular, attracting the people around him to look sideways slightly.

After a while, the dancers withdrew and came up with a rich ...... Meat balls.

The meat ball arched his hand towards the people below, squinted his mung bean-sized eyes and smiled: "Everyone is polite, this official is Yuan Wenhua, the county commander of this AY county." ”

Next, the Yuan County Commander said some words hastily, which is nothing more than the presence of all of you that makes AY County shine.

In fact, holding a poetry meeting is nothing more than to make the county famous, and it is more convenient for some families to recruit talents.

However, because the poetry meeting can also allow everyone to show their talents to the fullest, and when the poetry is famous, everyone can also become famous, so the people who participate in the poetry meeting are still happy.

This Nebula Poetry Festival was not specially hosted for anything, everything was still going on according to the normal process.

Yuan Wen H hurriedly said a few words, then went down, and handed over the leadership of this poetry meeting to the people present.

Then everyone pushed each other's glasses and changed lamps, and it didn't matter if they came from different places with each other, and even their wife's belly pocket of what color was said after pouring a few glasses of wine.

After a while, a few people took out the poems they had prepared in advance for everyone to enjoy.

The wine was in full swing, so no matter how good or bad others wrote, it attracted full applause, and the entire county government was very lively for a while.

The female companions sat reservedly and admired the poetry collections of these talented people with great interest.

Some wealthy businessmen with ulterior motives have quietly pulled some of the talents they fancy to introduce their daughters to them, and the thoughts of choosing a quick son-in-law can be seen at a glance.

Because Mo Qian had Lin Yuan sitting beside him, as well as Tang Fang and Ling Beichen, few people came up, and in this noisy county office, it seemed a little deserted.

And the professional gunners on the side are even more so, they originally came here to scold their faces and wait to be scolded, and now it is not yet time for the talents of various regions to fight, how can anyone pay attention to them.

At this time, after three rounds of drinking, everyone returned to their places with interest.

Because they know.

A big battle, ready to begin.