Liu Xunhuan found that the little princess of Xincheng was actually jealous, and he was in a good mood, he said with a smile: "Xincheng, are you my fiancée?"

"I ...... I am!" Xincheng rolled his eyes, as if he didn't understand what he meant. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"That's okay, come to Brother Wentian's room tonight, and let Brother exercise his fiancé's legitimate rights in advance!" Liu Xunhuan laughed in Xincheng's ear and said: "When the time comes, I will see you ask Brother Tian's hot hand to destroy the flowers......"

"You are going to die, how can that work!" Xincheng said with a blushing face and disdain.

Liu Xunhuan couldn't help laughing and said, "Since it doesn't work, then don't worry about your gossip about Brother Tian!"

Xincheng glared angrily, but she was helpless, if she really wanted Liu Xunhuan to exercise her rights, she was unwilling to do it.

Liu Xunhuan saw that the new city had been laid out, and his heart was dark, so he set his eyes on the stage of the ninth-floor hall again.

At this moment, Luoyang Hua Jian had already changed his clothes and sat in front of the stage.

But under the red sundress as thin as light gauze, there is a pair of incomparably slender and white jade legs, and the peaks on the chest are even more exaggerated to squeeze out a perfect deep V.

Liu Xunhuan swallowed his saliva with hatred in his heart, and found that this down-and-out scholar just said that he could stick to his heart, which was simply a fart.

This pointy, looking young, has a mature woman's style, coupled with her alluring face, which immediately made all the noble sons enthusiastic.

A deacon said in a deep voice: "Ladies and gentlemen, now according to the usual practice, enter the poetry writing session! The one whose poetry is chosen by the spiky girl is the one who can stay in this Oiran Hall tonight!"

Suddenly, a strange phenomenon appeared in the entire hall, and everyone actually took out pen and ink.

Many people have obviously thought of the poem for a long time, but according to the rules here, it must be written on the pink paper issued here.

Liu Xunhuan looked at Hanshan and said with a smile: "Brother Hanshan, do you want to compose a poem too?"

"I won't do it, it's done, I'm leaving!"

Han Shan actually got up in a chic manner, then pointed to the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table, and said with a smile: "If Brother Liu is interested, why not also compose a poem?"

After saying that, he really went downstairs directly.

Xincheng looked at Hanshan's back, looked at Liu Xunhuan and said: "See, this is the real gentleman's feelings, so that he will not be like those lustful men, swarming to please beauties!"

Liu Xunhuan smiled: "How do you know that he didn't leave because the poems he wrote were always not selected?"

"No!" Xincheng said, holding his lips.

Liu Xunhuan shook his head, and said in his heart that this new city cute girl paper, but she really doesn't understand the world!

He thought about it for a while, and suddenly his divine consciousness entered the Seven Realms live broadcast system and asked the audience for poetry.

[Anchor Liu Xunhuan]: Oiran wants to choose poems, ask for poems, and be in a hurry!

[Mortal sister comes to flirt with brother]: Brother Huan, you are going to flirt with the rhythm of prostitutes! (grinning)

[Mortal twittered crookedly]: It's sun, this geisha is high enough!

[Mortal, I am a string of drips]: The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground. Raise your head to look at the bright moon and bow your head to think of your hometown.

[Mortal Nine-Headed N]: Upstairs ****, if this can also be chosen, I will eat her! (smirk)

[Mortal Dream Master 522]: The down-and-out rivers and lakes carry wine, and the waist is slender and the palm is light. Ten years of Yangzhou dream, won the Qinglou Bo Xing name.

[What do mortals do you compare]: Eh, this one upstairs is good, but it is more suitable for the down-and-out poet Hanshan just now!

[Mortal Brother Porridge Passive]: Agree upstairs!

[Mortal Y comes to Y good]: Born in a fairy cave, infinite scenery is in Yufeng! (Evil smile)

[Mortal 4587]: Upstairs is dirty!

[Mortal two forced three less]: The lotus leaves are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers are different red......

[Mortal East B Duo Z]: This one upstairs is too serious!

[Mortal 6971]: Serious fart, that "forced", to read the first sound!

[Mortals study hard]: taste and smell the sharp and beautiful flowers, and the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting do not break the melon. The peach face is long and green water, and the jade skin is fragrant and translucent red yarn. is passionate and does not envy the fairy world, and the fall is also a rich family. Thousands of people in Luozhou asked, wanting to turn the wet Wen Bitianxia.

[Mortal 52598]: Hey, Brother Huan, I personally thought that the song upstairs was so good, and it was really a good student@凡人好好学习!

[Mortal 2580,000]: Agree to +1 upstairs!

[Mortal 3333]: Agree with +2 upstairs!

[Mortal is 5484]: Agree to +3 upstairs!

[Mortal My Explosion Point]: Agree with +4 upstairs!

......

Li Xunhuan chose for a long time, and he also felt that this song that mortals studied hard was the most eye-catching, so he quickly wrote it on the pink paper, and after writing it, he blew lightly.

Xincheng snatched it, read it again, his face suddenly turned red, and he said: "Brother Wentian, you are really too ****!"

"I'm a mortal, why be hypocritical!" Liu Xunhuan snatched the poem back and handed it to the deacon who came to collect the poem with a smile.

Soon, more than 200 poems were collected and placed in four piles.

The pointed slender hand gently twisted the time of the song and watched it slowly.

She read it quickly, and there were some poems that she glanced at and put aside, and only a few poems, she would look at them more, and then put them on her seductive thighs.

Despite this, it took a lot of time to read more than 200 poems, but the man below didn't care at all.

While admiring the jade figure, they were making a statement.

"The sharp girl takes a look at every poem, it's really awe-inspiring, and it's really worthy of our share of the money!"

"Oh, there are already three poems on the jade legs of the pointed girl, it's really not who has such an honor!"

"Yes, these legs are enough to play for three days, even if her poem is selected, put it on her lap, like a hand caressing it, it is also extremely cool!"

"Hey, you people, the spiky girl is so elegant, but you ordinary people are so vulgar, it's really unfortunate!"

"Hey, Lao Tzu spent so much money to make up the money for the spiky girl to appear, isn't it just for this half a day, the true character of a man, what is vulgar and elegant?"

"That's it, you don't know that the appearance fee of this spiky girl is sky-high, and the silver from each of us is enough for dozens of ordinary girls!"

......

Finally, Jianjian finished reading all the poems, and put five copies of the poems she selected on the jade legs.

Immediately, she tasted the five poems again.

After a long time, only two of the five servings remained.

It's just that she seems to have a hard time choosing between these two songs, and she can't make up her mind for a long time which one she should choose.

She suddenly opened her lips lightly and said softly: "These two poems are both good products, why don't you invite two sons who write poems to come to the stage and write another one?"

Everyone immediately cheered, although there are people writing poems to give to beautiful women every day, but many people's poems are either written in advance, or directly invited to write, and if you can fight poems directly on the stage, that is the embodiment of real talent and learning!

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