Xiao Ran came quite early, and as time went by, Xiao Ran found that there were a lot of people coming tonight, the young, the old, the old, the old, the young, the old, the old, the young, the young, the old, the old, the young, the old, the young, the

Well, there are big breasts and small ones.

At least half of the people in Qingsi Building tonight are for Miss Luo Sleeve.

Xiao Ran seems to have found martial artists in it, as well as Confucian people! This is Confucianism and not Confucianism, and Confucian people refer to all scholars, and Confucian people refer to the cultivators among them.

The gentleman is angry!

But Xiao Ran no matter who came, he was going to sleep with the Oiran today, and he wanted everyone to know that he was sleeping with the Oiran, and the sleeping Oiran was not the same as the maid in the Sleeping King's Mansion. In this way, the princess of Wei knew that she would definitely not want to marry him.

He thought about it, whether he coaxed or deceived people tonight, or forced others as His Royal Highness Niwang, in short, he slept with a woman! Jesus couldn't stop it, and of course there was no Jesus in this world.

Suddenly, the whole hall was silent, and I saw that on the seat of the Oiran in front of me, a person wearing a thin veil of cicada wings appeared like a shadow, revealing a tender white fragrant shoulder, and three thousand green silks were half-blown on the shoulders like a black waterfall.

The eyes are like silk, and the plump lips slightly show a slit.

The skin is as tender as mutton fat!

In short, men can't see it, and women can't see it!

This is the Oiran sleeve

"That's fucking good!"

Xiao Ran's words were not loud, but because the scene was so quiet that it could be heard, his words were heard by everyone at the scene!

A slight frown flashed between Luo's sleeves and eyebrows, and then he still stretched out.

"It's rude!"

A man in a brocade robe is holding a folding fan, looking like a scholar, or a practicing scholar!

Xiao Ran tilted his head, and just met this Confucian man, and a trace of disdain flashed in the other party's eyes.

But Xiao Ran was too lazy to bird him.

In Xiao Ran's memory, the nine realms of Confucianism are divided into nine realms: enlightenment, peace, life, speech, heart, gentleman, jade, sub-sage, and sage.

The current Xiao Ran is the opening realm of the martial arts, which is equivalent to the destiny realm of Confucianism.

The so-called enlightenment of the soul is to open the spiritual consciousness through reading, and after the body has bred a breath of righteousness, it can be regarded as a safe place, and only then can it be regarded as stepping into the ranks of cultivators.

If you don't know what you're going to do in the future, you don't have to talk about your life.

The current Xiao Ran is the third realm of martial arts, which is equivalent to the destiny realm of Confucianism, and he is not afraid of this sour and rotten talent, not to mention that the imperial city is his base camp.

Of course, it would be better if the other party could beat themselves to death!

Xiao Ran was very excited when he thought about it!

"Could it be that you are fine?"

Xiao Ran's cold words made the whole scene burst into laughter.

The Confucian man's face turned red: "I'm really ashamed to do it with you!"

"Could it be that you want to go to Miss Luo Sleeve's bed?" Xiao Ran's rhetorical question made this Confucian man's face more and more ruddy.

"Look, that's right!" Xiao Ran replied cheaply.

"Your Highness, be cautious!"

An Dehai can't stand it anymore, is this still the fourth prince of Xiao Kingdom, no different from the people in the market.

"My kidneys are good!"

Xiao Ran muttered, but the muttering was loud, and everyone looked here. An Dehai, a senior eunuch, should be the same as if he didn't know him.

It's as if to say, "I don't know this man." ”

"You can come to Qingsi Lou tonight to meet Luo Sleeve, the slave family is grateful, the slave family has been in Qingsi Lou for two years, and I also want to find someone with the same heart, I don't know who will be the guest of the slave family tonight. ”

Miss Luo Sleeve's words instantly stimulated the hormones of all men, except for the senior eunuch An Dehai, of course.

"I wonder what the criteria for Miss Luo Sleeve to consider the person she likes?"

The Confucian man who was arguing with Qin Shuo just now got up and said, everyone was also curious, what was the request of Miss Luo Sleeve, so everyone was also looking forward to it.

"You are all powerful people in the Xiao country, if you talk about martial arts, then you will have no eyes in your fists and feet, and it is really not good to be harmonious!

The slippery words of the girl in Luo sleeve excluded seven or eight out of ten people present, because who had nothing to do to study poetry and literature, except for Confucian people.

Thinking of this, everyone realized that the man who got up to speak was a Confucian person, and although a Confucian person not only reads, but at least he reads more books than anyone here.

What does Luo Sleeve mean, this Confucian person is not a frequent visitor here, could it be that Luo Sleeve girl fell in love with it at a glance?

When An Dehai saw this, he was very comfortable, and His Highness's reputation was preserved.

At least his own Nioh is just a vulgar martial artist with excellent talent, he watched Xiao Ran grow up, and he still knows that Xiao Ran has a few drops of ink in his stomach.

The so-called vulgar martial arts is a contemptuous name for cultivators and a cultivation system, of course, no one dares to say this sentence to Emperor Xiao, otherwise they will be beheaded.

"That's right, the dispute between gentlemen starts with the pen, as for the paper!" the Confucian young man folded the umbrella and pulled it, making a light and crisp sound, quite a bit sassy.

The eyebrows of the girl with Luo Sleeve also showed a little joy.

"Let's get started!"

In addition to the Confucian boys, there are still a few people who have read books, Confucianism is a special existence, and some people also love to read on weekdays, but they have not joined Confucianism. They are also urging to start early.

It's like no one has stipulated that Buddhism, Taoism, and vulgar martial artists can't study.

Everyone can read, and in this way, Confucianism is the first of the three religions.

As for Confucianism, not necessarily. There are many differences in Xiao Ran's memory, and there are many, many things that cannot be explained, only that Confucianism is the first of the three religions, but Confucianism is not necessarily.

But Taoism is Taoism, and Buddhism is Buddhism.

"Okay, then you will make a poem, and then the slave family and the monarchs will evaluate together, if there is already a round of people up and down, there will be no second discussion, if there is a bad distinction, then another round, what do you think?"

"Good!"

"Good!"

Xiao Ran also shouted a word of kindness. It's just that the Confucian young man gave Xiao Ran a look for himself to understand.

"I wonder who will come first?"

Luo sleeves and red lips lightly opened. One sentence makes many people eager to try.

At this time, a rich middle-aged man got up and said, "Girl Luo Sleeve, I'll come first!"

"Good!" replied.

"Ahem, I'm starting!" The rich man had a lot of postures, and everyone had a hint of anticipation.

"As soon as the girl turned around, the old man in the field also turned back!

The girl with a sleeve is gray-headed, as expensive as the spring rain!

The girl with sleeves turned around three times, and all the good women in the world bowed their heads!

The girl with Luo sleeves turned around, and the man in the world wet the pillow!"

"Ahem! It's already done, and I invite you to taste it!" the rich man sat down after waving at everyone.

It's just that there's silence in the hall.

Luo Sleeve: "....."

Confucian guy: "!!!"

Xiao Ran: "???"

Everyone: "What the hell!" The rich man's voice fell, and everyone directly turned on the group mocking mode, which dyed the rich man's white and fat cheeks red.

But Luo Sleeve is the Oiran of Qingsi Building after all, and the basic professional ethics are still there, but she didn't ridicule the rich man.

"You still have a masterpiece!" Luo Sleeve asked.

Next, three or four people got up and read a poem.

It's just a little better than the rich man's, but it's also difficult to get into the elegant hall.

Xiao Ran found out that the rich people here are really uneducated, it's terrible!

At this time, the Confucian guy who opened the folding umbrella: "Luo sleeve girl, Xiaosheng has a poem specially given to the girl." ”

"Don't dare to be, please read aloud from Mr." Luo Sleeve's eyes immediately revealed a hint of expectation at this time, because the previous poems were really not called poems.

"A hibiscus in the distance

Out of the water dance like the wind

Dai Mei said with a smile

It's like a fairy in a painting."

"I wonder what Miss Luo Sleeve thinks?"

The Confucian guy threw off the folding fan again, although it was spring in March, it was still a breeze.

"Well, Mr. has a heart!" Luo Sleeve responded, his mood was finally relaxed, the previous poems were really unbearable, although they were all boasting about themselves, but at least the last one was a little more elegant.

In the corner, two thin sons are also paying attention to everything here: "Childe, this Confucian man is good-looking, and he is quite talented." Much better than the rich man and the foul talker. ”

"That's true!" the taller boy had to agree.

Then his eyes turned to the front again.

"Do you still have an article, if not, this gentleman will win!"

Luo Sleeve looked around the room.

"Wait! I have poetry!"