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Have a cup of tea!
lsp should mean something. After all, a courtesan like Rumeng is not something anyone can get into if they want to.
Especially the flower boat sailing on the Tonglong River, if there is no power behind it, no one will believe it.
As for the bosses who are too awesome, they can also force themselves to sleep, but it won¡¯t sound good if they go out.
According to rumors, a great monk from the Huanxi Sect who was in the realm of distraction was beaten to the point of vomiting blood by a mysterious strong man who wanted to break the rules.
???????????????????????????????? However, the Huanxi Sect is well-known in the world of immortal cultivation, and there are a lot of people like this, so when word spread, everyone thought it was normal. They even liked hearing about it, and they didn¡¯t think this great monk in the distraction realm was too embarrassed.
But you have to try it on someone from a well-known family.
The old faces are sprayed with you.
This is the power of personality.
Since you are highly respected, you will naturally demand better things from yourself.
Mo Qi has never experienced tea siege in his two lives. In his last life, it was because he broke the law, and in this life, it is because he has only traveled through time for a few years and is not familiar with it yet.
¡°Miss Rumeng¡¯s tea party has begun, gentlemen, who wants to sign up?¡±
The pretty woman¡¯s beautiful eyes were shining and she said with a smile.
"I come!"
A handsome young man opened his folding fan in an instant and showed a rather elegant smile.
"Hey, Shangguan Ye, this guy sneaked out again?"
This young master is obviously very famous, and many people recognize him.
Mo Qi naturally didn¡¯t recognize him, so he asked the person next to him out of curiosity.
"Brother, who is it?"
The man glanced at the two women behind Mo Qi, and then thought about the one behind him. He cursed in his heart that there were so many rich people, but a humble smile appeared on his face.
"Shangguanye, the young master of the Shangguan family in the Tongtian Empire, has been obsessed with the girl Rumeng for a long time. He once swore that he would not marry her unless she was a dream. Every time we have tea, he will be there. He was imprisoned by his family some time ago. , has appeared again now, he probably escaped."
Don¡¯t give up¡
Cowhide!
The smile on the pretty woman's face stiffened, and her eyes were helpless.
Although Shangguan Ye spent money on the flower boat, it was obvious that Miss Rumeng was not interested in him, so he still relied on her.
So much so that now the entire Shangguan family wants to kill Hua Chuan, and even the forces behind them are under great pressure.
"And I!"
"I, I, I If I can be in love with girl Rumeng for one night, it will be worth it even if I'm a ghost."
In an instant, more than a dozen people signed up directly.
These people look like immortal cultivators, because the unique temperament of immortal cultivators is very different from ordinary mortals.
"I'll go too! Fifth senior brother, do you want to join in the fun?" Mo Qi asked.
Ye Fan took a deep breath.
"how much?"
Ye Fan also thought, obviously he was fascinated by this Rumeng.
"Not many, just ten spiritual stones." The brother next to him said cheerfully.
Ye Fan!
¡°Junior brother, I won¡¯t go!¡±
Poverty has limited Ye Fan¡¯s path to pursuing his dreams, even though he could afford a thousand spiritual stones with his fifth senior brother¡¯s wealth.
But Ye Fan would never spend ten spirit stones on a place like this.
Mo Qi¡¯s eyes flickered slightly.
It seems that he is not too obsessed, at least he is not desperate.
"Okay, just wait for me here, and I'll go see how much this girl Rumeng weighs."
A dozen people paid money, passed by the second floor, and went straight to the third floor.
Listening to the chirping sounds on the second floor, Mo Qi sighed. The appearance of a dream-like person made these people energetic again.
The environment on the third floor is much quieter.
You can¡¯t even hear any noise anymore.
The two maids were already waiting early.
"My lords, whether you can enter Miss Rumeng's boudoir next depends on your ability. The slave family will withdraw first."
The pretty woman turned and left.
The two maids came out and looked at the group of people coming over, their expressions were normal.
"Everyone, my lady has a total of three levels. If you pass all three levels, you can enter the lady's boudoir." A maid said with a smile.??.
"Qiaoyue, just tell me about the first level!" Shangguan Ye obviously knew these two maids, and said gracefully at this time.
Qiaoyue rolled her eyes at him.
This guy is really good. The young lady obviously doesn¡¯t like him.
"Yes, I want to see what kind of problems this courtesan can cause."
A young man who was obviously a cultivator said with a chuckle.
In other words, everyone present is a cultivator of immortality.
After all, there are nine men in the world, and the sex group occupies nine out of eight men!
"Then everyone, listen up. The first level is that my young lady has always admired the Confucian saints. I heard that the Confucian saints wrote excellent poems, so I took the piano just now as the theme. Please compose a poem within a quarter of an hour. .¡±
"If the lady recognizes her poetic talent, it will be considered a pass!"
The Confucian saint
Everyone was stunned, this title
Is he the mysterious guy who is recognized by Confucianism as the Holy Son but has never shown up?
Mo Qi¡¯s face looked slightly strange.
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
It shouldn¡¯t be me.
I clearly refused!
"The Holy Son, it sounds like it can easily become a stepping stone for others. In many fantasy novels, the main character likes to fight the Holy Son the most.
"This poemdoesn't it have to be at the level of a Confucian saint? Miss Qiaoyue, don't be kidding me. The Confucian saint's poetic attainments are beyond the reach of us." Shangguan Ye said with an ugly expression.
"Yes, Miss Qiaoyue, the name of the Confucian saint is rumored to be the reincarnation of a great master of literature and music. If we can reach this level, wouldn't we also be able to become the Confucian saint?"
"Yes, yes, the Confucian saint's "I Think of the Immortal" is in the east corner of the blue sea. The sea is cold and windy, and the mountains are covered with white waves. The long whale spews and cannot be touched, and the heart is filled with tears like beads. The blue bird comes from the west and comes to the east. Flying away, I would like to send a letter to thank Magu.¡¯ Such poems are beyond the reach of us.¡±
Mo Qi¡¯s face turned stiff for a moment.
Hold the grass!
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
"Thinking" by the Confucian saint? ? ?
The one I borrowed from Mr. Li Bai?
??The Confucian Saint Son, is it really me?
Mo Qi was stunned and couldn¡¯t believe that he refused, those old men! ! !
Regardless of his refusal, you directly gave him the title of Confucian saint son?
No one noticed anything strange about Mo Qi. At this time, Qiao Yue spoke again, with a hint of ridicule in her voice.
"Who is the Holy Son of Confucianism? He is the heir to the entire Confucianism, and his talents are naturally beyond your comparison. All you need to do is write poems that make the lady unsatisfactory!"
No one paid attention to the sarcasm in Qiaoyue's tone, after allshe was right!
The talents of the Confucian saints are indeed beyond their comparison.
"That's okay!"
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Immortal cultivators usually have to read obscure techniques and ancient books, so they think they have some talent.
"Everyone, please!"
Paper, ink, pen and inkstone, just like a special imperial examination.
Everyone began to think hard.
Mo Qi took the writing brush and took the piano as the title
Just think about it, there it is!
Mo Qi started writing without thinking.
Three times five divided by two, done!
Mo Qi picked up the rice paper and gently blew it dry.
"alright!"
The two maids were stunned.
So fast?
Others were also surprised, it hasn¡¯t been half a minute, right?
The two maids looked at the words on the rice paper.
Slowly, the maid froze.
This poem
This poem
"Can you give it to Miss Rumeng?" Mo Qi said with a smile.
The two maids woke up suddenly.
"Master, please wait a moment!"
Mingqiao took the rice paper respectfully, although with their cultural attainments, it was difficult to appreciate how good this poem was.
But the two maids only wanted to say two words: "Hold the grass!"
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