Blue and White Literary Society, Luo Hong felt that he had to pay attention to it.

After all, he spent a quota for Hu Zhishui, and now, Hu Zhishui can be regarded as the protagonist in his villain diary.

Now that the target is defined, what Luo Hong has to do next is much simpler, as long as he targets Hu Zhishui, it will be much simpler than the previous empty villain.

The moon is like frost, cold and arrogant.

Shine through the vermilion carved wooden windows.

Luo Hong was kneeling cross-legged on the pineapple wooden bed, and the moonlight shone on him, as if he was covered with a light veil.

He first followed the "Sword Qi Technique" and ran a circle of sword qi, and there was a pain like a knife cut in the meridians, which made Luo Hong's forehead covered with beads of sweat rolling down.

It's so painful!

Luo Hong gritted his teeth, and according to the route of "Sword Qi Jue", he ran it five times, but he couldn't bear it.

After resting for a while, Luo Hong chose to practice "Shadow of the Dead".

Compared with "Sword Qi Jue", the operation of "Shadow of the Undead" is much more comfortable.

With the continuous operation of the exercises, the human evil qi in Luo Hong's body began to be continuously extracted and compressed into the dantian.

The human evil was extracted, making the positive yang qi in his body stronger and stronger.

Under the moonlight, the qi of the positive sun is like a rainbow, like a living Buddha, shaping a golden body, faintly flooded.

Luo Fu, rooftop.

Steward Chen's green shirt fluttered in the night.

He carried his hands behind his back, his eyes were a little deep, and his emaciated face was a little sword-like coldness.

His eyes moved horizontally, his eyes were sharp, and through the vermilion carved wooden window, he saw Luo Hong sitting cross-legged on the bed, and the coldness on his face dissipated like ice and snow melting, and a little doting emotion appeared.

Looking at the light emitted by the positive yang qi on Luo Hong's body and the glow of the moon, Steward Chen couldn't help but sigh.

"Childe's positive yang energy...... It is getting stronger and stronger, and killing the evil cult really has a huge effect on the mood of the child, and this positive yang qi is not weaker than the Confucian cultivation of the eight grades. ”

Steward Chen turned his head to look at Luo's small courtyard.

"Which one the hell is Romeo...... Cousin?"

Luo Xiaoxiao showed the word "big", kicked off the quilt, lay on the bed, snoring, and talking in his dreams.

Steward Chen suddenly laughed dumbly.

The next moment, the body seemed to teleport on the roof, like a fallen leaf blown by the wind, and appeared in Luo's small house in the blink of an eye.

Carefully cover Luo Xiaoxiao with a quilt.

Boom.

Steward Chen returned to the roof, carrying his hands on his back, like a cold front.

His kind and gentle eyes gradually turned cold.

"With me Chen Tianxuan here, if anyone moves the son and the young lady, kill!"

The word "kill" seems to be between heaven and earth, faintly provoking the roar of the sky.

......

Following.

Luo Hong woke up early.

Today is June 20, the day of the Blue and White Literary Association.

Luo Hong changed into a snow-white brocade dress, and a strand of hair fell from his forehead, making him look more and more like jade.

Entering the main hall, Xiao Douhua had already prepared breakfast.

Luo Hong squinted at Xiao Douhua, Xiao Douhua remembered yesterday's events, her pretty face turned red, and she ran to the kitchen in a panic.

Steward Chen took a bite of bean curd, and when he caught a glimpse of this scene, he almost choked on the bean curd.

Now the little young ...... Is it all going so fast?!

Luo Xiaoxiao kept her body still asleep, and her heart had begun to yearn for a delicious breakfast, and she was carried into the main hall by the maids.

Luo Hong skillfully scooped half of the bean curd in Luo's small bowl into his own bowl, and left her a fritter.

After you have eaten and drunk to your heart's content.

Luo Hong got up and excitedly prepared to leave Luofu.

Seeing this, Zhao Donghan pinned a long knife to his waist, with a tiger face, and followed with a step.

"Lao Zhao, I have something important to do when I go out today, you don't have to follow me, you can rest well. ”

Luo Hong saw that Zhao Donghan was going to follow, so he hurriedly said.

Zhao Donghan was stunned, and the scar on his face squirmed slightly.

"Childe, it's been very unsafe recently, so your subordinates should follow, if something happens, your subordinates can take action in time. ”

Zhao Donghan said.

He still remembered Steward Chen's serious words, so he couldn't be careless.

Luo Hong was naturally unwilling, and tried to dissuade him.

"Where is Childe going today? Give Lao Zhao a quasi-letter ......"

In the end, Zhao Donghan did not insist, but said in a muffled voice.

Luo Hong thought about it and reported the address marked on the invitation: "Qinghua Building." ”

When Zhao Donghan heard this, the scar on his face danced, and he glanced at Luo Hong meaningfully.

"My subordinates understand, Childe, although you are young, you ...... Be temperate. ”

Zhao Donghan said.

With that, he turned and left.

It turned out that Childe was going to Qinghualou, no wonder he didn't let him follow.

Qinghualou, the largest place of wind and snow in Anping County, is a famous place of hooking.

Childe went to have fun, what did he do with him?!

Luo Hong didn't expect Zhao Donghan to turn around so simply.

However, he continued to speak.

After leaving Luofu, Zhao Donghan had already prepared a carriage for him, and after entering the carriage, the coachman drove Luo Hong to Qinghualou.

In the middle of the sound, the carriage passed through several crooked alleys, and then stopped in front of the famous blue and white building in Anping County.

Normally, the popularity of Qinghualou is at night, when the lights are on, all kinds of rich and noble families will come to Qinghualou to listen to songs, eat seafood and so on.

However, today's blue and white building is also very lively during the day.

Scholars in Confucian shirts, literati and gathered in front of the door, talking and laughing with each other.

Qinghualou is a three-storey octagonal pavilion building, even the deep alley can not hide her elegance, in Anping County, unique, quite large-scale.

However, today's Qinghualou was chartered by Hu Zhishui, a great benevolent person in Anping County, to hold a literary meeting.

The Hu family in Anping County is a powerful businessman who has risen in recent years, Hu Zhishui is a well-known good person, even if he has money, he is still very good, and although Master Hu has no fame, he is very admiring of scholars, and often holds literary meetings and the like.

Therefore, Mr. Hu has a good relationship with many readers, and he is also quite admired by readers.

When the carriage of Luofu appeared in front of the blue and white building, the eyes of many Confucian scholars were condensed.

They recognized the Luo family's carriage.

"This is the carriage of Luofu?"

"Luofu in Anping County? is the Luofu where Luohong Gongzi is located? Could it be that Luohong Gongzi is in the carriage?"

"Master Hu also invited the young man Luohong? No, isn't it true that the young man will never participate in this kind of literary meeting?"

One by one, the literati and Confucian scholars looked at the carriage with surprise.

The carriage stopped, Luo Hong lifted the curtain, and a white shirt was like snow.

Luo Hong, who was dressed a little elegantly, walked out of the carriage and looked at Qinghualou with a somewhat complicated expression.

Qinghualou turned out to be a place of hooking, no wonder Zhao Donghan's eyes were so strange.

The surrounding literati were a little excited, and gathered towards Luo Hong, intending to greet Luo Hong, after all, the elegant and easy-going name of the red prince is not weak in Anping County.

However, when many literati surrounded him.

There was a push in the crowd, and a figure, with a roar, rushed madly towards Luo Hong.

"Luo Hong! You thief! Shameless scoundrel, steal my invitation to the literary meeting!

Jia Sidao's eyes were red, his beard was unkempt, and he looked at Luo Hong's eyes, full of hatred.

His uncle Wang was dismissed by Luo Hongkeng, which made him lose his support in the yamen, and he was also arrested and put in prison, where he endured several days of imprisonment.

The most important thing is that when he returned home, he found that he had spent ten taels of silver to buy the invitation to the Wenhui obtained by the people of the Hu Mansion, but it was stolen by Luo Hong!

Coupled with the blow from the prison disaster, he suddenly lost his mind.

He knew that since Luo Hong had taken his invitation, it was very likely that he would come to this meeting today, so he deliberately squatted here early.

If Luo Hong appeared, he would burst out to expose Luo Hong's name of stealing posts.

Isn't your red boy the most cherished of his reputation?

Then he will stink your Luo Hong's reputation!