The two were in the same car, but they didn't communicate much, like two strangers.

Qingfeng Yayuan is the place where Fengcheng holds the flower party.

Now it is the turn of spring and summer, and the fragrance of flowers here has spread for ten miles.

Outside the gatehouse, there were already vehicles in trouble, and countless people gathered outside, ready to enter the garden to enjoy the beautiful scenery.

"Huh, Yuhan is here!"

The moment the Meng family's carriage approached, the woman in blue standing in front of a luxurious carriage walked over with joy on her face.

Meng Yuhan lifted the curtain and smiled at the woman: "Yueyue, you lazy worm came early!"

"You still say I'm early, it's your delay!" the woman in blue motioned to Meng Yuhan to look behind her, "Look at it, this is already overcrowded!"

"No way, something is delayed......"

Before Meng Yuhan's words fell, Jun Jiansha walked out of the car.

"Yuhan, who is this?" the woman in blue was taken aback.

Although Meng Yuhan was a little reluctant, he still introduced each other in public.

Through the introduction, Jun Jiansha learned that the woman in front of him was named Xu Yue, and Meng Yuhan were both liberal arts students of Fengcheng College.

Fengcheng College, with a two-year education system, has two halls of Hongwen and Shangwu.

Because it is mainly martial arts, ninety percent of the students enter the martial arts hall to practice martial arts, so they are also called martial arts students.

The remaining ten percent of the students gathered in the Hongwen Hall, basically all of them were mediocre students who had no end in martial arts, so they were also called composition students.

Meng Yuhan and Xu Yue were both freshmen at Hongwen Hall last year, and they graduated in one year.

Xu Yue first looked at Jun Jiansha, and saw that his appearance was mediocre, and Zhou's body was very shabby, so she chuckled, and then did not pay attention to Jun Jiansha again, but pulled Meng Yuhan to whisper in private.

"Yuhan, you won't, right?

"Yueyue, what are you talking nonsense?" Seeing that Xu Yue spoke without scruples, Meng Yuhan frowned slightly, and glanced at Jun Zhensha in the distance, "It's just that my father asked me to lead him to familiarize himself with the environment, how can there be an ambiguous relationship as you said?"

"I'm talking nonsense, don't blame me for not reminding you!" Xu Yue secretly pointed at Jun Zhensha, "In terms of appearance or family background, how can this kid compare to Li Kunpeng, it's just a difference between cloud and mud, okay?"

"You're talking!"

Meng Yuhan glared at Xu Yue and motioned for her to speak quietly.

However, Xu Yue had no fear, and even threw a provocative gaze at Jun Jinsha: "Looking at his sick appearance, it is impossible to cultivate martial arts, maybe in terms of martial arts grade, he is not even as good as you and me!"

The grade of martial bones is the standard for martial arts talent, which is divided into five types: blunt, inferior, medium, superior, and Qingqi.

Jun Jiansha, who had been silent, suddenly smiled: "Miss Xu, what is the point of me and Meng Yuhan, and what do I have to do with you?"

Xu Yue didn't expect the other party to refute, frowned coldly, and sneered: "Since the words are here, let's make the matter clear, Jun Zhensha, let me ask you, do you think you are worthy?!"

"Yueyue!"

Meng Yuhan tugged at the corner of Xu Yue's clothes, suggesting that she had gone too far.

Because in this short moment, everyone outside the door has gathered around.

"Whether I am worthy or not, you don't need to decide. Jun Jisha didn't bother to pay attention to it, and looked directly at Meng Yuhan, "Can we go in?"

"You ......"

"Let's go. ”

Facing the crowd of onlookers, Meng Yuhan stopped Xu Yue, and then the three of them hurried into the garden.

The three of them went all the way to the west, and the flowers were blooming along the way, and the tourists were endless.

Xihua Pavilion has long been settled in, and tables and chairs are arranged.

The young people gathered in Xihuating today are all freshmen of the liberal arts of Fengcheng College.

Most of the men and women in the pavilion are dressed in brocade clothes, but on the other hand, Jun Jinsha is dressed in a simple black shirt, which really looks a little out of place.

Jun Jiansha knew that he was not welcomed, and he was not familiar with the place, so he planned to find a place to sit down.

However, just as he was about to sit down, a figure suddenly took the lead: "Sorry, this seat has already been reserved." ”

In that case, find another place to sit.

"There's someone here, too!"

was blocked twice in a row, and Xu Yue and everyone in the pavilion laughed.

Needless to say, this was done deliberately by Xu Yue and others.

Although Meng Yuhan had no intention of letting Jun Jiansha get out of trouble, he didn't say anything to stop it, and he didn't even introduce Jun Jiansha to everyone.

Jun Jisha has been cultivating his heart for more than ten years, and he recognizes himself as calm as water, but he is also a little unhappy at this moment.

Just as Jun Jiansha was about to leave, a soft voice suddenly came to his ears: "This classmate, I have a vacant seat here." ”

When the words fell, the audience was silent.

Jun Sand followed the prestige, and at some point, in the backlight of the pavilion, a young girl sat quietly.

Quiet as Laneige, like an orchid waiting to be released.

She ...... She even took the initiative to invite ......"

"I didn't expect her to come too!"

"This kid is mediocre, have you known her for a long time?"

The girl's words made everyone in the pavilion feel numb, and many people were stunned.

The person who is talking about her is the first beauty of Fengcheng College.

The so-called first is not really the best among the best, but based on beauty, Hua Qianluo is also extremely outstanding in civil and military affairs.

Although the college is divided into liberal arts and martial arts, it is only the focus of learning. Just like Meng Yuhan and Xu Yue, although they are liberal arts students, they also know some martial arts.

On the other hand, Hua Qianluo, who is in the Shangwu Pavilion, is studying both, and is ranked in the top three in the academy's civil and military double list.

Such an outstanding woman will naturally be surrounded by everyone.

However, Hua Qianluo has always been indifferent, and he is only interested in martial arts articles, so he gives people a feeling of rejection.

"Thank you!"

Jun Jisha thanked him, and then sat down next to Hua Qianluo.

Although it was a shallow glance, the other party's face made Jun Jiansha's heart move, but then he returned to calm.

"Qianluo, you're here. ”

As soon as Jun Jiansha sat down, a man in white walked into Xihua Pavilion.

Everyone got up and said hello, but the man in white walked straight in front of Hua Qianluo.

"Luo Ziming, don't forget to promise me something. Hua Qianluo's words were cold, and his expression was even more frosty for thousands of years.

The white-clothed Luo Ziming smiled helplessly, as if he had become accustomed to it, and then his eyes fell on Jun Jiansha: "This is ......"

"Brother Luo, he is my friend Jun Zhensha, and he is about to come to take the Hongwen Pavilion this year, so I will bring him to increase his knowledge. Meng Yuhan, who had not spoken, finally spoke at this moment.

Jun Jinsha glanced at it, and saw Meng Yuhan's eyes blazing, and he already understood in his heart that Xiao Nizi liked this Luo Ziming.

Luo Ziming was still smiling: "I see, looking at Your Excellency's calm demeanor, you must be confident." ”

"Actually...... I ......"

Jun Jiansha was just about to get up and speak, but unexpectedly, there was a humane in the pavilion: "Jun has ugly marks, and there is mud and sand on his body." Those who are mere and earthly, dare to fight with the sky?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone burst into laughter.

In just a few words, Jun Jisha's body was humiliated.

This not only embeds the name of Jun Jisha, but also says: The traces of your ugly appearance are too obvious, and you are a mud leg with a rustic flavor (mud and sand). Just a low-level (earth) kid who also wants to be admitted to Fengcheng College (Tian)?

A literati is a literati, and his words are subtle and subtle, but they do not affect the intensity of the invective.

Luo Ziming's expression was unpredictable, as if he wanted to see how Jun Jinsha responded.

Hua Qianluo is still the same, and everything seems to be indifferent.

"Yuhan, look at how arrogant that kid is this time!"

"But he ...... after all" Meng Yuhan hesitated a little, wondering if he should come forward to break the embarrassment.

"Are you crazy?" Xu Yue pouted on the side, "This kind of person just owes a lesson, so let Wu Zhongqiu humiliate him!"

Feeling aggressive, Jun Jiansha looked directly at the other party: "I didn't ask Your Excellency!"

"Wuzhongqiu!"

Jun Jisha asked, "What are you?"

"You ......"

In a word, it completely angered Wu Zhongqiu, and even made everyone present dissatisfied.

At this time, Jun Jisha said softly: "The rabble, the raccoon dog, the dignified people, why do you have to practice?"

It's a small voice, but it's loud!

Jun Jiansha casually made the next couplet, and also embedded the name of Wu Zhongqiu, and scolded everyone repeatedly with idioms.

Everyone present is a rabble, a raccoon dog, as an upright person, why should he take his own humiliation and practice himself?

"You...... You presumptuous!"

"How can this be reasonable, it's simply insulting!"

In the Xihua Pavilion, everyone was indignant.

Originally, they were waiting to eat melons and watch a good show, but they were scolded by Jun Zhensha, how could they stand it?

Most people are indignant, and a few are surprised.

Obviously, it was an unexpected thing that Jun Jisha was able to quickly fight back.

"He actually ......" Meng Yuhan was a little speechless, and his mood was even more complicated.

Suddenly, a clear applause sounded, and then Hua Qianluo said leisurely: "That's right!"

"Forehead ......"

Everyone was embarrassed and at the same time, they turned their eyes to Luo Ziming.

Luo Ziming smiled and said: "Senior Brother Jun is quick to think, he is really extraordinary, as soon as he opens his mouth, he will make me a laughing stock!"

Jun Zhensha looked directly at Luo Ziming, his mood was dustless, how could he not hear the meaning of the other party's words.

It seems to be a compliment, but it is actually adding fuel to the fire.

Jun Jinsha then asked rhetorically: "If Xiuwen is just for showing off his lips and tongue and pretending, then why is it wrong to call you a rabble?"

Luo Ziming didn't expect Jun Jiansha to fight back in public, among the many liberal arts students in Fengcheng Academy, no one dared to compete with him like this.

Luo Ziming's face couldn't hold it, and everyone in Xihua Pavilion was even more angry.

"Presumptuous!"

Wu Zhongqiu rushed over with an arrow step, and then punched Jun Jisha.

"Shame on yourself!" Jun Jiansha smiled scornfully, "After reading for a few more years, you really think you are a person?"

As he spoke, Jun Jisha's body was erratic, and he dodged more than ten moves from Wuzhongqiu.

Jun Zhensha is still breezy and light, but Wuzhongqiu is sweating and his face is red.

"Meng Yuhan, I'll go back first. ”

Jun Zhensha didn't want to be entangled, turned around and walked out of the pavilion, and said in his mouth: "There is hatred in the country and human bones, and the wind and rain ruthlessly break the soul of the guest." Qunfang is a thousand flowers for a while, and he is a lone traveler with no intention of poetry and wine. ”

"Hmph, even if this kid escapes quickly, he will have to be taught a good lesson!"

"This man is too rampant!"

"Such a filthy person really stirred up the atmosphere of this poetry and flower event!"

Everyone hated each other, but Luo Ziming frowned slightly, and secretly said to himself: "This person has some talent, especially this poem......"

Thinking of this, Luo Ziming looked at Hua Qianluo, obviously this poem has her name.

Hua Qianluo was still silent, bowing her head and quietly tasting tea.