Zhao Family Boxing Gym.
Zhao Lingshuang is standing in front of the mirror beautifully. She is wearing a dress. This is a spring and autumn dress. It is a bit cold to wear in winter, but Zhao Lingshuang is a martial arts practitioner and has strong blood. No matter how cold the weather is, she will just wear it. A very thin piece of clothing.
She thought the dress was very beautiful. Among all the clothes Xu Ning gave her, her favorite was the dress. She turned around in front of the mirror and felt beautiful.
"Sister."
At this moment, a disciple's voice came from outside the door.
"What's up?"
"Just now, I went shopping with a few senior brothers and saw Junior Brother Xu going to Zuichun Tower. It is said that the top restaurant in Zuichun Tower is holding a poetry party tonight. Whoever wins will get to spend the night with her. Junior Brother Xu also participated .”
"We are not very familiar with him, but we are afraid that he will be like our senior brother. After much thought, we decided to tell our senior sister. After all, he is also a disciple of the boxing gym..."
Bang!
Zhao Lingshuang opened the door directly, and the three disciples outside were startled. When they saw Zhao Lingshuang wearing a dress, they were stunned.
My God, is this a fairy descending to earth? This is simply beautiful!
Zhao Lingshuang usually wore training clothes in front of them, but now she put on a dress, and did not tie her chest, but wore modern underwear. The visual impact made several disciples feel that their eyes would burst.
"Are you telling the truth?" Zhao Lingshuang's voice was a little cold.
"Absolutely true!"
The three disciples came to their senses and spoke hurriedly.
Zhao Lingshuang frowned, and took a step forward to find Xu Ning, but then she thought, she was not Xu Ning, and she seemed to have no right to interfere when the other party went to a brothel.
No, I am his senior sister. If he goes to a place like that with fireworks, I have the right to interfere. What if he gets sick like his brother?
It will kill people!
The reason why Zhao Lingwu can persevere and is still alive is because Zhao Lingwu is a master at the Zang-Refining Realm and is only half a step away from the Marrow Cleansing Realm. Xu Ning has not even started martial arts, so he will definitely die if he catches the disease.
hateful!
Why would he go to that place? Did he want a woman?
Zhao Lingshuang went out angrily, feeling angry for no reason. When the three disciples saw Zhao Lingshuang leaving angrily, they immediately returned to Datongpu.
Kuang Bin said hurriedly: "How is it? Has Senior Sister gone?"
"He went and looked very angry. Now Xu Ning is going to be in trouble. The senior sister will definitely hate him."
A smile appeared on Kuang Bin's face, which stabilized now.
…
Zui Chun Tower.
Many literary talents have finished writing poems, and even Chen Song composed a poem. Unfortunately, Qimeng did not call him by name. He was a little disappointed, but when he saw that Xu Ning still had no results, he felt a lot more balanced.
I at least wrote a poem, unlike Xu Ning who couldn't even write a single word.
Xu Ning couldn't help it. His calligraphy was so sloppy that Qingtao probably wouldn't even recognize what he wrote, so he didn't start writing for a long time.
Chen Song shook his head, feeling that Kuang Bin's one hundred and fifty taels of silver were really wasted.
Kuang Bin didn't tell him the real purpose of asking Xu Ning to come to Zuichun Tower. He just asked Chen Song to be a witness, which made Chen Song think that the two of them had a good relationship and were willing to pay 150 taels of silver to treat him. This kind of relationship Can you do it without reaching a certain level?
"The time for a stick of incense is coming soon. Once the time is up, the young master who has not finished the poem will not have the chance to see Miss Qimeng."
The old bustard reminded him that Xu Ning was the only one present who didn't write any words, and everyone else wrote poems.
Xu Ning said at this time: "Old Madam, Miss Qingtao's reading is not enough to express my feelings in this poem. How about I read it out myself?"
The old bustard smiled and said: "As long as the young master can recite the poem, it doesn't need to be written on paper."
Xu Ning smiled, stood up, and walked to the center of the hall in the eyes of everyone, looking at the young masters.
These young masters also looked at him with some disdain. Since they had already written the poem but did not write it on paper, it must mean that the handwriting was ugly. Scholars like them who were not good calligraphers generally did not think highly of ugly handwriting. Eye.
If your handwriting is ugly, it means you haven’t practiced it often and you definitely haven’t read much, so you can’t write any good poems.
Xu Ning ignored the thoughts of these young masters, brewed his feelings for a while, and said:
“The east wind blooms flowers on thousands of trees at night, and blows them down like stars like rain.”
As soon as the first sentence came out, everyone was startled, as if they had seen this poem. The east wind blew the lanterns like thousands of trees blooming, and the fireworks falling from the sky were like stars falling.
Just this sentence makes people feel goosebumps on their bodies, as if they are actually there.
And what others wrote were poems, but Xu Ning's were lyrics.
Originally, everyone was still a little disdainful of Xu Ning, but now they held their breath, expecting him to continue reading.
Xu Ning continued: "The road is filled with the fragrance of BMWs and cars, the sound of phoenix flutes, the light of jade pots, and the dance of fish and dragons all night long."
"The moths are covered with golden strands of snow and willows, and the laughter is full of hidden fragrance."
"The crowd searched for her thousands of times, but suddenly I looked back, and there she was, in a dimly lit place."
After reciting one word, the whole hall was so silent that you could hear a pin drop.
Everyone felt like their scalps were exploding, especially the last sentence, which almost made their souls feel like they were being washed.
The poems they just made just described the scenery of New Year's Day and their expectations for the coming year. At most, they expressed the happiness of family reunion. Like Xu Ning, they were expressing their feelings for Qimeng.
After searching the crowd for thousands of times, I suddenly looked back and found the person I was looking for in a dimly lit place. Who was that person? Needless to say, it must be Qimeng, what kind of artistic conception is this!
Xu Ning was a little proud. This poem was written by Xin Qiji, but it was not written about the New Year, but about the Lantern Festival, but it did not prevent Xu Ning from taking it and using it.
Look at the expressions of these people, you can tell that they are overwhelmed. I have five thousand years of cultural heritage. How can you compare with me?
Now seeing Qimeng is stable.
"Xu Ning!"
At this moment, a voice came.
The silence in the lobby was also broken by this sound. Everyone turned around, with a hint of extreme surprise in their eyes.
Straight bitch!
Who is this girl? How could she be so beautiful? Especially the clothes that she has never seen before. Could it be that she is the top girl from other brothels, but I have never seen her before.
Xu Ning turned around and saw Zhao Lingshuang, and her heart skipped a beat. Why did the senior sister come here?
Suddenly I felt guilty.
Huh~
Why should I feel guilty? I didn't do anything, and Zhao Lingshuang is not like me, so why should I feel guilty? But he still ran over quickly.
"Sister, why are you here?"
Zhao Lingshuang said nothing, grabbed him and dragged him outside.
"Squeak~"
The door of Qimeng's room on the second floor opened, with excitement and joy on her face, and she said in a trembling voice: "Qingtao, who is the gentleman who wrote this poem?"
Qingtao blinked and pointed at the door, "He was dragged away."
