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Chapter 37

Xu Qing didn't understand why Su Qian wanted Xu Qing's Chinese Valentine's Day poem so persistently.

Moreover, why do I always feel that Su Qian is angry with me?

Women are really strange creatures.

Xu Qing sighed and said: "Okay, I can't write it..."

Hearing this, Su Qian became even more angry. Why did she bring Xu Qing to participate in the Chinese Valentine's Day Poetry Festival?

Isn’t it for Xu Qing’s future plans?

It turned out that this person didn't appreciate it at all.

This made Su Qian feel a little aggrieved.

She clearly did everything for Xu Qing... If it weren't for him, she would have gone home and forced Xu Qing to write a storybook!

Why did you bring Xu Qing to this poetry meeting?

But due to Su Qian's character, she would not tell Xu Qing her pain like a nagging little maid.

Even though he felt inexplicably wronged in his heart, his face still had a cold look.

Xu Qing wanted to find a place where he could write and write out the poem.

Su Qian is someone Xu Qing can't afford to mess with. He is his immediate boss. Xu Qing will rely on her to teach him martial arts in the future.

There happened to be a stone table next to it.

The wooden lamppost covered with gauze at the back just illuminates the entire stone table.

There are also pens, inks, paper and inkstones on the stone table.

The person hosting the poetry meeting seemed to have placed pens, inks, paper and inkstones on every table for people to take.

However, it would be much more convenient for Xu Qing, as he would not have to go to his original seat to get pen and paper.

Xu Qing sat on the stone bench. After grinding the ink, he picked up the pen and started writing. Su Qian looked at Xu Qing from the side of the lamppost as he wrote each word:

The east wind blows thousands of trees into bloom at night. Even more, stars fall like rain. BMWs and carved cars fill the road with fragrance. The sound of phoenix flutes moves, jade pots turn with light, and fish and dragons dance all night long.

Moths are like golden threads in the snow and willows. Smiling words are filled with dark fragrance. People are looking for him thousands of times. Suddenly looking back, that person is there, in the dimly lit place.

When Tang Wan chased him out, he saw exactly this scene. Xu Qing was writing poetry at the table, while Su Qian was watching from behind.

Both of them are dressed in white and complement each other beautifully.

After Mr. Xu finished writing, he turned back to look at Su Qian under the lamp and handed the manuscript paper to her.

Mr. Xu seemed to be still smiling and talking to Su Qian.

The man is handsome and unrestrained, the woman is gentle and quiet.

No matter how you look at them, they are a perfect couple.

There was no such thing as Xu Yun's nonsense. How could there be any sign of discord between Su Qian and Xu Qing?

It's just...why does Su Qian still have such a cold face, and Xu Qing is just smiling the whole time?

Then Logan looked at the two of them, then lowered her head and looked at herself alone. Even though she didn't eat tonight, she still felt so full...

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Xu Qing smiled and said, "Boss, what do you think of this poem?"

Su Qian had just finished reading it when Xu Qing was writing it, and she had never seen such an excellent Chinese Valentine's Day poem.

Especially, the last sentence: Looking back suddenly, that person was in a dimly lit place.

This is simply the finishing touch of this poem, which makes people have a long aftertaste after reading it.

I'm afraid that all the words just added together cannot match the artistic conception of this poem.

Are there really people in this world who are born with knowledge?

Su Qian looked at Xu Qing with a complicated expression and said: "You can write such artistic conception of words, do you really have no favorite woman?"

Xu Qing felt wronged and said: "Boss, during this period of time, we are either writing storybooks at home or patrolling the streets. Where have I ever found the woman I like? You know these bosses!"

Saying this, Xu Qing looked at Su Qian again and said: "Boss, why don't you help me ask the county magistrate, after five years of service, if the yamen can give you a girl or something? Otherwise, maybe someone from the Yamen

I will be a bachelor for the rest of my life..."

Su Qian glanced at Xu Qing who was daydreaming, and hummed: "You know how to be a talker!"

Then Su Qian sat down, looked at Xu Qing and said: "If someone else has your talent, I would like to let everyone in Yongzhou City know about it. You are a low-key person who usually doesn't show off your talent."

Xu Qing sighed and said: "There is no way, talent cannot be used as food..."

Then Xu Qing asked: "Boss, actually, I have been curious about something for a long time. After that palace poetry meeting, how did the organizer of the Qixi Festival Poetry Meeting know where my subordinates live?"

Su Qian shook her head and said: "They don't know that your invitations were sent to my house and asked me to deliver them. In fact, even if you don't come today, it won't have any impact on you."

Xu Qing wondered again: "Isn't it true that the boss is most annoyed by these poetry gatherings on weekdays? Why do you have to come this time?"

Su Qian looked at Xu Qing's resentful tone and said again: "Isn't it just for you that I'm doing this?"

Xu Qing was puzzled: "For me?"

Su Qian said: "You don't have to take the imperial examination to become an official. If you are famous enough, you can still become an official in the court with the recommendation of others, and you don't have to be a policeman. The Poetry Society is currently the most convenient and effective way for you to gain fame.

Well, if there is a need for poetry gatherings in the future, I will attend more poetry gatherings. If every poetry gathering is of the same standard as today’s poem, I am afraid that after a few poetry gatherings, a celebrity will come to recommend it to you.”

Xu Qing shook his head and said: "Boss, I don't want to be an official..."

Su Qian was slightly startled after hearing this, and then looked at Xu Qing with a suspicious look on her face and said, "What did you say? Living in a temple and talking about political affairs is what many men dream of. You said you don't want to be an official?! Do you just want to do that?"

Are you willing to be a detective and write scripts for the rest of your life? Or do you think that you are born to do business and will definitely make money? Do you know that doing business is risky? "

Xu Qing shook his head and said: "Boss, my subordinates really don't want to touch the intrigues and intrigues in the officialdom."

Su Qian glanced at Xu Qing in surprise: "You see clearly."

Xu Qing said: "So, my subordinates are thinking of opening a bookstore in Yongzhou City and publishing the stories they write themselves, so that they can maximize their profits. As for official affairs, I really can't do it.

"

Then Xu Qing said with a smile: "Boss, you don't know how popular the storybook I wrote is. Don't look at the bookstore owner who gave me twenty taels of silver. I'm afraid the money he earned was given to me."

You can’t even add a zero to the end of these silver coins!”

Only then did Su Qian know what Xu Qing was thinking. It turned out that he had already planned it. She should have asked his opinion before coming. After all, she was reckless in this matter.

Su Qian looked at Xu Qing and was silent for a long time before saying, "I'm sorry."

"ah?"

Xu Qing has never seen Su Qian who took the initiative to say sorry, and Xu Qing was shocked for a whole year!

And, why say sorry?

What has she done to apologize for herself?

Su Qian continued: "I should have discussed this matter with you, but I didn't ask you what you meant and deceived you. It was my fault."

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