Chapter 118: Pairs

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It's not that these people are curious, but everyone who comes here knows that tonight's main event is about to be staged. There were a lot of people who didn't get a chance to be a part of it, but they wanted to see if that person would be so lucky to be able to spend the night with the top names here.

Seeing that everyone's eyes were gathered, the woman at the head said with a coquettish smile: "Presumably, everyone who does it again already knows what the concubine is going to do this time." Then let's stop talking nonsense. Come! ā€

As soon as the words fell, a huge brocade cloth was lowered from the end of the stairs.

As the brocade cloth continued to unfold in the air, the handwriting on the brocade cloth was also displayed in the eyes of everyone one by one.

'Life and the sun and the moon compete for glory'

Six big characters instantly filled everyone's eyes.

The crowd was full of praise for these words.

Even Song Qing was amazed and praised.

"I can't imagine that in this land of fireworks, I can write such a good sentence that soars into the sky! If this woman gets rid of a man's body, she must be a brave person on the battlefield! ā€

After listening to Song Qing's words, Meng Ma did not express any attitude.

In his opinion, there is still a big gap between the status of men and women now. Why should you take off your male body to do this?

The woman continued, "Ladies and gentlemen, I won't waste your time here. Tonight's article has been released, so you should hurry up and come out. At the time of the Spring Festival, it is hard to find a thousand gold. ā€

After saying that, the woman disappeared in front of everyone with two small followers.

Immediately, someone sent the four treasures of the study.

Of course, not everyone is qualified to take the Four Treasures of the Study, and only those who have paid a deposit in advance are eligible for this.

And here with Meng Majesty, he and Song Qing everyone has such a set.

Although Song Qing had never done such a thing before, he still knew the rules here. Originally, I just wanted to see the excitement. Unexpectedly, Meng Majesty had already paid the deposit for himself.

Song Qing was about to speak, but Meng Majesty hurriedly said: "Brother Song Qing, it's time for this, and there is no point in saying anything." The money has already been spent, and even if you don't write, it's a waste. Besides, this money is a trivial matter, whether you can hold a beauty to sleep or not, it still depends on your personal literary talent. How about it, do you dare to try it? ā€

After Song Qing heard this, coupled with his own wine, the anger of the rivers and lakes that he had been messing with the people in the rivers and lakes all the year round gushed out, and he picked up his pen and laughed: "Why don't you dare!" ā€

As he spoke, he had to put pen to paper.

Meng Ma raised his hand and stopped: "Brother, these few are not cheap. It's better to think about it in the next pen. ā€

Song Qing looked at Meng Majesty, smiled awkwardly, and then looked at the words while holding the pen, his mind turning rapidly.

Meng Majesty began to eat like a person who had nothing to do.

Just kidding, he's been so busy so late that he hasn't even eaten dinner. Now is the time to grab a few bites.

By the time Song Qing turned his head back again, Meng Majesty had already eaten seventy-seven-eighty-eight.

Meng Majesty put down his chopsticks and asked, "What, have you thought clearly?" ā€

Song Qing smiled and said, "I've thought about it." Has my brother ever thought about it? ā€

Meng Xi wiped his hands and said, "Then let's go together." ā€

As he spoke, Meng Majesty also picked up the pen.

The two of them began to wave the ink in a flash.

After a while, both of them were written.

Without thinking about it, Meng Majesty said, "Brother, do you dare to change things with your brother?" ā€

When Song Qing heard this, he felt a little unhappy in his heart.

What does this mean? That's plagiarism.

The literati are not stingy with other things, but they are the most stingy with the articles they write.

After the article is written, take it out to others, which is the pursuit of a kind of self-worth.

But after others saw it, they said that it was his own, which is the most shameful thing for literati.

Song Qing frowned slightly, glanced at the words written on Meng Xi's paper, and shook his head slightly.

After he read it, his heart suddenly changed.

Looks like that's the real purpose of this guy coming here tonight. I want to borrow my hand in exchange for the admiration of this card.

But although Song Qing is a literati, he has been with the Jianghu people for a long time during this time, and he also understands what face and lining are.

Now I have drunk wine, eaten food, and said what I said. If you refuse now, it would be too stingy.

Look at what I wrote: Death with the judge takes life and death.

Finally, he sighed and nodded, while reluctantly squeezing out a smile.

Meng Qi looked at Song Qing's expression and really wanted to laugh. In this way, it is like your favorite toy being snatched away, but you can only be forced to accept it. The infinite grievances in my heart have to pretend to be free and easy on the surface.

Meng Majesty made a look, and the person next to him took down the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone of the two of them.

The two of them sat back in their seats, and Meng Majesty poured Song Qing a glass of wine again, and chuckled: "Why, I see that my brother seems to be very embarrassed to agree." Don't you think that your brother has made a profit on you, and you are displeased? ā€

At this time, Song Qing had already detached himself from the emotions just now. Immediately, he changed his expression and said with a smile: "Where is it." ā€

Meng Majesty did not expose it, and continued: "In this way, let's make a bet. If tonight, the Oiran chooses you, that's the words I wrote. You just grant me a request. If she chooses the words you wrote tonight, I will also grant you a request. What do you think? ā€

Song Qing slandered in his heart: The few words you wrote are not even neat except for the number of words given by others, how can you choose your words.

But thinking about it, he still said: "Everything is up to my brother." ā€

But what I want to say is: If I win, I want you to never appear in front of me again! You are shameless, obviously robbing my things, and using bets as a cover.

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I'm not a black author, in fact, it's a bad thing to write history, no one reads it, it's bad, someone reads it, and then it's not satisfied, it's even worse. How I write about these people is completely my personal opinion, not anyone's opinion, and there may be a lot of things written in it that dissatisfy many people.

For example, Pan Jinlian, for example, the current Song Jiang.

If you feel that the writing is wrong, you can make do with it, and if you can't make do with it, forget it. Don't spray me, I really don't mean anything else. It's just writing your own opinion. There is no such thing as black.

Now that I think about it, it's not easy for those who write entertainment articles, if they blacken someone's writing, won't the fans of those celebrities tear him up?