"Ten days of use on the second floor of the Mochizuki Tower!"

What a strange request this is.

Boss Chen frowned, he didn't know what Qin Guan wanted to do. You must know that many of the so-called talents in this year are very arrogant, such as the Five Stone Scattered Conference, the Uncovered Conference, and the Rabbit Conference.

The picture should not be too exciting.

If he really did some prodigal things, then the sign of his Moon Tower would be completely smashed.

"What is the second son of Qin going to do?" Although Boss Chen longed for that poem, he was more responsible for his own Moon Tower, and if the other party did it, he would not hesitate to refuse.

"Hehe, Boss Chen rest assured, I won't do anything that will damage the reputation of Mochizuki Tower, now I just have some ideas, it's a serious matter, and it may not be implemented, even if it is used at that time, I will discuss it with Boss Chen." Qin Guan Dao.

"Serious?"

Qin nodded: "Absolutely serious." ”

In the end, Boss Chen chose to believe in Qin Guan.

Besides, didn't Qin Guan promise to discuss with him in the end, and if Qin Guan wanted to mess around, he wouldn't agree.

Go upstairs and write to Boss Chen again, the three of them went downstairs, at this time it is not too late, the street is still full of people, and the men and women are playing with lights by the lake.

Zheng Da asked: "1000 guan, I changed the second floor of the Moon Tower ten times, and the drinks are counted separately, which is a big loss." ”

Qin Guan smiled: "No loss." ”

He had a plan in his head, but it was just a not-so-mature idea.

"Then what's the use of you wrapping the second floor."

"Isn't it good to wrap a layer by yourself, quietly taste wine and watch the scenery of West Lake."

"Silence is worth a thousand?"

"Sometimes, it's hard to buy quietly!"

It was already late at night when he got home, Qin Guan drank some more wine, and Rue Xiang waited for him to wash up and go to bed.

Close your eyes and enter the system.

"The Bone Strengthening Pill is a low-grade pill that can enhance the physique slightly."

What Qin Guan was thinking about now was whether to take it out and eat it.

I thought about it and thought about it, and finally I forgot it.

Medicine can't be taken indiscriminately, who knows what will happen if you eat it.

Besides, I'm in good health now, it's great, it's okay if you don't eat it, just keep it for now, and talk about it when you use it later.

Then he exited the system and fell asleep.

Although the Qixi Festival has passed, but Qin Guan's "Queqiao Immortal" has spread outward at a terrifying speed, just a short time, all the readers in Hangzhou are singing Queqiao Immortal, and people also know that there is a Qin Guan Qin Shaoyou son.

In the past few days, Qin Guan's limelight has even overshadowed Shen Yichen, the number one talent in Hangzhou.

With the publication of the "Qixi Ciwen Collection", with the continuous spread of various channels, the name of Qinguan has a tendency to spread to the entire Jiangnan region.

At the beginning, Liu Su wanted to kill Qin Guan, but the name of 'Little Poetry Immortal' that spread out was really confirmed, and now some people are already calling Qin Guan a Little Poetry Immortal.

Hangzhou, Han's house.

In the backyard martial arts training ground, a woman is practicing swords.

The hair is tied into a ponytail, clean and neat, the face is beautiful and beautiful, with a bit of heroism, and a strong outfit outlines a graceful figure. A sharp sword in his hand, the shot flew up and down like lightning, and the sword light was like lightning crossing the sky, although the swordsmanship was sharp, but it was used by this woman, but with infinite beauty.

Chopping into the air, I saw a hardwood target on the edge of the martial arts training field, and the upper half of it slipped from the middle and fell to the ground, but it was cut in two.

At the end of a set of swordsmanship, Han Yuqing stopped moving, his breathing was not chaotic, Xiaoshuang who was waiting on the side hurriedly handed over the hand towel, Han Yuqing shook his hand, threw the sword in his hand out, the sword crossed a beautiful arc, brushed it, and inserted it into the scabbard hanging on the weapon rack four or five meters away, and the action was indescribably chic.

Xiaoshuang picked up the teacup again and handed it to her young lady, and Han Yuqing took it and took a sip.

Xiaoshuang looked at Miss and said, "Miss, my uncle has become a celebrity in Hangzhou City in the past few days." ”

Han Yuqing paused when he drank tea, "What is he doing again?" ”

Xiaoshuang smiled, "Miss, this time I am really famous, not to be laughed at, the day before yesterday, my aunt participated in the Qixi Poetry Meeting held by the state government, and wrote a Qixi poem that shocked everyone, and finally people didn't dare to write poems, so the poetry meeting ended hastily." ”

"Now my uncle's poem has been widely sung in Hangzhou, and everyone knows it, and now people call my uncle 'Little Poetry Fairy'."

Han Yuqing was curious, "What poetry." ”

"I'll read it to you," he said, he took out a piece of paper from his arms and read out the poem Queqiao Immortal, and when Han Yuqing listened to this poem, he was also fascinated by this poem.

That guy who only knows nonsense can write such beautiful poems, which really makes her unbelievable.

The marriage between her and Qin Guan is a good thing to say, but it is a marriage between Wuxun and Wenchen, and they just borrow from each other.

At that time, both were children, but they were only twelve or thirteen years old. How do you know that when Qin Guan grew up, he became the most famous gentleman in Hangzhou, and he wandered without learning or skill.

Han Yuqing originally had a strong temperament, so she naturally looked down on people like Qin Guan, but this person was her future husband, so she was very angry with Qin Guan in her heart.

It was this mentality that when I met in the brothel and saw Qin Guan's prodigal appearance, I couldn't help but knock out Qin Guan, and I was really angry with Qin Guan.

But these days, she has heard a lot of rumors about Qin Guan, and she doesn't need to deliberately inquire about it, it is spread in the market, but she found that Qin Guan has changed greatly, and she really passed the Xiucai examination, and she also made several good poems in a row, which moved Hangzhou and became a famous talent.

This made Han Yuqing feel very surprised.

Could this be the legendary prodigal son?

Han Yuqing snorted: "Even if you can write poetry, you will agree to bet with others when you are provoked, and if you don't pass the exam, you will jump into the lake." Although he passed the exam in the end, it can also be seen that he is not calm and will not be able to achieve great things in the future. ”

Xiaoshuang felt that her young lady's requirements were too high, and said, "Miss, I think my uncle has changed a lot. ”

Han Yuqing nodded, "That's true. ”

Qin Wei walked into Qin Guan's room, Qin Guan was reading, and when he saw his eldest brother coming, he quickly stood up: "Big brother, are you tired of reading, how do you have time to come to me." ”

Qin Wei said: "I am really tired of reading, I went to the front hall to take a turn, and I just saw that the next person was about to send it to you, and I just wanted to see you, so I brought it to you." ”

As he spoke, he raised a stack of invitations in his hand and said.

Qin Guan shook his head helplessly.

Before the Qixi Poetry Club, Qin Guan may receive one or two invitations to the poetry club a day, as well as an invitation to join a certain literary society.

However, after the Qixi Poetry Festival, at least seven or eight invitations were sent to the Qin Mansion every day, and many people came to visit, or even admire.

At the beginning, Qin Guan also received a lot, but as soon as there were many people, Qin Guan felt very troublesome, and finally simply ordered the servants to say that whenever someone came, he said that he was studying in retreat, preparing for the autumn township test, and did not participate in the poetry club or join the literary society, let alone see guests.