In the evening, the group gathered in the courtyard.

"I went to inquire, and every three years Yicheng will hold a conference, and the best in each field will participate." Qin Ming took the fruit tea and walked over at the speed of a snail.

He glanced at Mo Yechen, and when he saw a figure walking out of the room out of the corner of his eye, his steps quickened, and he put the fruit tea he was holding in front of him.

Before Mo Yechen's hand touched the teacup, he was intercepted halfway by a slender hand.

Yun Lingxi stood behind his chair, holding a teacup, feeling the coolness between his fingers, and glanced at Mo Yechen: "Cold?" ”

Mo Yechen's body stiffened, understood the meaning in her eyes, pursed her lips, and remained silent.

"Huh?" Yun Lingxi took a sip of the cool fruit tea and squinted his eyes.

What's the situation with your body, don't you have a score in your heart?

How dare you drink cold!

Qin Ming stood beside Mo Yechen without any psychological burden: "Master, my subordinates will cook you again?" ”

Mo Yechen glanced at him, lowered his eyes and stroked the snow ball.

In the dark and deep phoenix eyes, there was a faint trace of grievance.

Yun Lingxi happened to take in his grievances in his eyes.

Her heart trembled, she glanced at the fruit tea in her hand, and sighed lightly: "No need, Qin Ming, sit down." ”

As she spoke, she sat next to Mo Yechen and breathed slightly, dispelling the coolness of the fruit tea a little.

"Only one sip." She put the fruit tea with only a little coolness in Mo Yechen's hand and was defeated.

The occasional grievances of cold beauties can make people's hearts soften.

Mo Yechen smiled at the corner of his lips, picked up the fruit tea and took a sip.

His own body, himself clearly very.

The stomach and intestines have become extremely weak after years of taking medicine.

In the past, no matter how heavy the taste of medicine in his mouth was, no matter how uncomfortable it was, he would not let himself eat these cold things.

After all, it is you who suffer the last to suffer.

But with Lingxi, he unconsciously indulged himself.

I want her to spoil herself.

Yun Lingxi reached out and pulled his hand to caress the snow ball, and slowly entered the inner breath.

The bright fox's eyes were doting and pampering.

"Master, princess, my subordinates have inquired, every time the conference is held, the content and method are different, only when the conference begins, will you know the content of the game and the way of the game." Qin Ming poured warm water for Mo Yechen and took away the fruit tea.

"However, according to the previous ones, they are all competitions such as piano, chess, calligraphy and painting."

His voice fell, Dugu Wu and Qingluan, Murong Qing, and Fu Shiyu all looked at Lianchen who was holding tea and preparing to drink.

The look in his eyes was self-evident.

Lianchen's hand shook, and the tea in the cup almost shook out.

The corners of his mouth twitched, and he looked at a few people: "Why are you looking at me like this?" ”

Dugu Wu's lazy eyes narrowed slightly, supported his cheeks, and looked at him from top to bottom: "With a thin waist and long legs, it is worthy of being the number one brand that fascinates thousands of boys and girls in Shuoyue." ”

Pian Chen raised his chin arrogantly: "That's not it, the charm of the young master is unstoppable." ”

Dugu Wu snorted and gave him a roll of his eyes: "You can also deceive the simple little Qingluan, come on, this incident was provoked by you and Fu Shiyu, and you will participate in tomorrow's conference." ”

As she spoke, she glanced at Fu Shiyu, who was watching the show with a good face: "You are a New Moon Oiran and a Chenxing Regent, this small conference will definitely not be difficult for you." ”

Fu Shiyu's eyes widened suddenly: "Qinqi, calligraphy and painting, isn't that Oiran's business?" ”

Murong Qing glanced at him faintly: "You ordered the food." ”

Fu Shiyu choked and almost choked on saliva.

He looked at Murong Qing aggrievedly: "Aqing, who are you helping?" ”

Without waiting for Murong Qing to speak, Lianchen hugged him with a smile: "Brother, there are blessings and hardships together, and I will be the two of you with this oiran." ”

Fu Shiyu took away the hand he put on his shoulder in disgust: "Get out, you have to go by yourself." ”

As he spoke, he looked at Yun Lingxi: "Sister, you know, I can't do anything but kill people." ”

Let him be an Oiran, and the Oiran will be about the same as him.

Piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, he will.

Piano, piano.

There is no place for heroes in this other world.

Chess, backgammon.

Obviously, there is no place to play chess.

Book, pen and ink letters.

What's more, this is all brushes, and no one can appreciate the beautiful hard pen calligraphy.

Drawing, stick figure.

But can anyone accept this other world?

This group of ancients would only appreciate Danqing.

Hey, heroes are always lonely.

Yun Lingxi raised his eyebrows: "So what?" ”

Fu Shiyu smiled: "So, such a great and arduous task can only be handed over to us eighteen talents, and we are proficient in all of them." ”

"Get out!" Mercy Dust kicked him directly.

Mo Yechen's index finger curled slightly, holding his temples and closing his eyes to recuperate.

At this time, he lifted his eyelids lightly, glanced at the two of them, and spoke to Qin Ming, his voice indifferent: "Go and get something." ”

Hearing this, Qin Ming's body stiffened, and he got up and walked towards the inn hall.

Stuff?

The rest of the people looked at Mo Yechen suspiciously.

With a hint of a smile on the corner of Mo Yechen's mouth, he closed his eyes again, and stroked the snow ball without a match.

Yin Xue looked at his more porcelain-white and delicate skin in the moonlight, and stretched out her hand in a ghostly way.