(Okay, I'd better follow the people's will and post the last chapter of this plot to avoid arousing public anger. It is impossible to write online articles without being scolded by readers. The Southern Dynasties were not newcomers, and they had a normal mind. They only wrote books for two or three years, and they had never been scolded by readers. They were scolded and written too short. Now this is the first time they have been named "water god". I really feel wronged, that's it!)

On the Jiang family boat, Zhu Bazhen was leisurely starting to drink the sixth cup of tea, without any intention of leaving. She crossed her legs and felt so beautiful, it seemed as if she had eaten honey.

In recent years, the development momentum of his Bazhen Escort Agency has been suppressed by Jiang Teng Escort Agency, which is really frustrating. Tonight, he finally caught a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. He was proud and stepped on Jiang Zhinian. Moreover, after tonight, the reputation of Bazhen Escort Agency naturally became a hit, which would be of great benefit to future development.

Jiang Zhinian also drank a lot of tea and held it in his stomach, as if he was full of anger. As for Jiang Jing'er, she had already returned to the room and was completely clean.

Dingdeng!

The servant who was specifically responsible for the report walked in quickly and shouted: "The results of the last three are revealed!"

Jiang Zhinian, who was sitting in the head, asked angrily: "Who are there in the three A?" He was too lazy to read the copied documents and was not in the mood.

The servant smiled and bowed respectfully to him, saying, "Congratulations!"

This sentence popped up, making Jiang Zhinian confused for a long time; Zhu Bazhen, who was sitting next to him, stood up, and said, "Did you congratulate the wrong person?"

The servant asked: "What are you?"

Zhu Bazhen said proudly: "I am Zhu Bazhen, the chief escort of the Bazhen Escort Bureau of Wushan County. This one is Zhang Zhiyuan of Wushan."

The servant had never heard of Zhu Bazhen, but knew Zhang Zhiyuan, so he quickly bowed.

Zhang Zhiyuan asked calmly: "The result has been revealed, who are the three-class people?"

The servant said with a bitter face: "Mr. Zhang, congratulations on passing the primary election."

Zhang Zhiyuan waved his hand angrily: "Nonsense, I've known this a long time ago, I'll talk about the key points." If you want to congratulate me in the primary election, then he wouldn't be Zhang Zhiyuan.

The servant swallowed a mouthful of saliva and mustered up his courage, then he stammered: "Zhang Xianggong, Sanjia is not like you..."

This would offend people, but it could not be covered up. Who knew how Zhang Zhiyuan ran to the Jiang family's boat and kept asking questions.

Sure enough, Zhang Zhiyuan became dark after a slimming face: How did he say this? What does it mean to be 'Three A' without you'?

The smile on Zhu Bazhen's face over there was not enough time to dissipate. After hearing this, it immediately frozen, and it was very exciting.

When Jiang Zhinian heard this, he couldn't help laughing: What does not mean in the Three Ages? It means failure. Zhu Bazhen proudly showed off his power, but in the end he laughed fifty steps a hundred steps. This made Jiang Zhinian feel like he had eaten ginseng fruit, and all his depression disappeared:

"Oh, Brother Zhu, I finally know why you are not in a hurry to return to the boat. With Mr. Zhang's talent, the third-class falls, it is really not worth celebrating."

Hearing this, Zhang Zhiyuan felt a burning face.

Zhu Bazhen jumped up and said furiously: "Jiang Zhinian, don't be sarcastic, hum, although Zhiyuan has not entered the third grade, at least he has passed the primary election. He is not as good as some idiots in the book and idiots. He is not as good as those who write things. I don't know which garbage heap heap he has been thrown into."

Jiang Zhinian said angrily: "Zhu Bazhen, I respect you as a guest. I will treat you with courtesy and avoid being wild with me."

Zhu Bazhen was so angry that she sat back on the chair, picked up the tea and poured it into her mouth.

Seeing that the two sides stopped arguing, the servant quickly reported to complete the task and asked for some reward: "Congratulations to Mr. Jiang!"

Jiang Zhinian glared: "What are you congratulating?"

The servant accompanied Xiaojing and said, "Congratulations to Mr. Jiang, the poem "Nian Nujiao? Nostalgia" written by Ye Junsheng, the representative of the poetry meeting of your escort agency, was the leader of this poetry meeting. It is a joyful congratulation."

puff!

Zhu Bazhen squirted out a mouthful of strong tea and sprayed the servant's face.

Zhang Zhiyuan just picked up the cup, and his hand trembled, and the cup fell to the ground and shattered.

Jiang Zhinian was also stunned, and even drooling out: "What, what did you say?"

"Congratulations to your representative of the Poetry Association of the Escort Agency for winning the top spot in this Poetry Association!"

...

"What, what did you say?"

On the pleasure boat, Peng Qingshan's face turned pale, and he grabbed the report's servant with his chest and almost picked up it up.

The servant was caught off guard and was startled and said quickly: "Congratulations to Mr. Peng for winning the third place in this poetry conference..."

"I want to listen to the next sentence!"

Peng Qingshan almost roared.

The servant looked pale: "Guo Nanming won the second..."

"The last sentence!"

The servant's ears were buzzing, almost deaf, and he recited reflexively: "The leader of this poetry meeting is the income of Ye Junsheng, a representative of the poetry meeting of Pengchengjiang Teng Escort Agency..."

Teng!

Peng Qingshan let go of him, as if he had lost all his strength, sat limply on the chair, lost intently, and murmured: "How is it possible? How could it be him!"

Even if the headmaster is Guo Nanming, he is mentally prepared and will not lose his composure. He would not have thought that a dark horse would come out of nowhere and was so dark that it was actually the Pengcheng Book Maid who had become a dead person in his mind.

"No, something is wrong. The heavy storm last night did not mean that he was lost and had never rushed back to attend the poetry meeting? What's going on?"

Thinking about it all the time, the more you think about it, the more you get, the more you are confused, and you are mixed up like a mess. You can't find a reason, and you are so confused that you will vomit blood-

"Hahaha!"

He suddenly laughed to the sky, as if crazy: "Peng Qingshan, Peng Qingshan, you actually lost to him twice. Is there any justice in this world?"

The first time naturally refers to Jiang Jing'er.

Smiling and shouting, tears actually came down.

The servant saw something was wrong and did not dare to ask for the rewards, so he quickly ran away.

...

"What, what did you say?"

In the elegant room, Guo Nanming, who was originally so elegant and unpicky, rarely showed a shocked expression. He took the lead and snatched the copying lyrics from the sender's hand. He tightened his face and looked up:

"The river goes east, the waves wash away, and the eternal heroes; to the west of the old building, the humanity is the red cliff of Zhou Lang of the Three Kingdoms. The rocks penetrate the sky, the waves slam the shore, and thousands of snow are rolled up. The country is like a painting, and there are so many heroes at the moment;"

"I remember Gongjin's time when Xiao Qiao first got married, and his heroic figure was born. He was a feather fan and a scarpment. While chatting and laughing, the masts and oars were destroyed. My hometown was wandering in a sacred way, and I should laugh at me for being full of beauty. Life is like a dream, and I will be filled with the moon in the river."

The latter signature: "Written by Ye Junsheng, the representative of the Pengcheng Jiangteng Escort Agency Poetry Club."

There are judges' seals, comments, etc. on the side, and one of them is particularly dazzling: "As soon as this word comes out, there is no "Nian Nujiao" in the world..."

Guo Nanming's eyes gathered, staring at the paper in his hand tightly, not letting go of any character. Every character is like a nail, nailed into his body and mind one by one.

"Life is like a dream, and one is like a river moon... What a 'life is like a dream'..."

As he muttered, Guo Nanming suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, splashing on the ground, shocking.

"Young Master Ming!"

Aunt Liu's scream was extremely sharp. She rushed to come and visited her. She was scared to the point of being at a loss. The young master's body was not very good at all and could not bear the stimulation at all. What should I do?

...

"What, what did you say?"

In the room, Jiang Jing'er jumped up and looked nervously at the maid Age who was reporting.

"Miss, we won the championship!"

Ag was as happy as a sparrow.

Jiang Jing'er couldn't believe her ears, and she became steady. She remembered something and asked, "Where is that stupid guy?"

"Uh, he's still sleeping."

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