Baixiang Pavilion, Qingyi Building, Yunsu Courtyard...

After Li Mu went upstairs, he walked around in a circle first. Under the smiling and expectant gazes of many young ladies, he finally walked towards Xiaoxiang Pavilion and Honghua Xiaozhu.

At this time, Zhang Yulang, who had come up first, had already completed a poem on the spot. He dried the pen and ink, rolled up the scroll, and his eyes wandered between Bi'er in Xiaoxiang Pavilion and Cui'er in Honghua Xiaozhu.

Choose me, choose me, choose me... Cui'er thought to herself, she was extremely nervous, and her bun-shaped face bulged again unconsciously.

Bi'er next to her pretended to be calm, but in fact she was very nervous. She was trying hard to smile, trying to leave a good impression on Mr. Zhang, one of the seventy-two elites in the imperial capital.

"I vote..." Zhang Yulang was about to make a choice when he suddenly saw a man named Shi Shiran walking towards him from the corner of his eye, it was Li Mu.

His heart moved, he put away the scroll with a smile, cupped his hands and said: "County Magistrate Li, I have admired your name for a long time. I am Zhang Yulang, Yucheng's cousin."

Cousin?

Can cousins ​​look so similar?

The story between you two brothers has a very long timeline!

Li Mu extended his hand to avoid hitting the smiling man, but also raised his hand, starting the business exchange mode: "It turns out that Mr. Zhang is in front of you, and his reputation is as loud as thunder!"

"Brother Li, you're welcome." Zhang Yulang held a scroll in one hand and a folding fan in the other, like a handsome young master, with a confident smile on his face, and expressed his goodwill to Li Mu, "There is a slight misunderstanding between my cousin and Brother Li. I hope Brother Li will not take it to heart."

In my heart, I apologized to Brother Li for him."

As he said this, he actually bent down and apologized seriously. Moreover, he kept bending down, as if you won't get up until you forgive my cousin.

Li Mu was stunned by him.

Is this moral kidnapping?

No, everyone has become immortals. Even if I forgive you here, turn around and go to a deserted place, and still kill you, you don't look naive.

Li Mu felt there was a problem here, but couldn't figure out what the problem was.

He was secretly vigilant, then reached out to hold up Zhang Yulang's arm and said with a smile: "Brother Zhang, what did you say? Your cousin and I don't know each other before we fight."

Zhang Yulang took advantage of the situation and said with a smile: "Brother Li is really broad-minded. Yucheng and I will prepare some wine the next day, and I hope Brother Li will reward you!"

As he said that, he took a step forward affectionately and wanted to pat Li Mu on the shoulder as a sign of friendship!

Zhang Yulang had a friendly smile on his face, but deep in his pupils, a few hairs on Li Mu's shoulders were reflected.

The Seven Evil Nails require the opponent's hair to be used... The smile in Zhang Yulang's eyes became more and more friendly, but...

Li Mu swayed and took two steps back, avoiding Zhang Yulang's hand.

Are you serious when you step back... The smile on Zhang Yulang's face gradually disappeared, and his outstretched hand froze in mid-air, trembling slightly.

"Oh, sorry, brother Zhang, I'm not used to being too close to men. It was just a subconscious behavior." Li Mu asked with a smile, "How about you take another shot?"

"...No need." Zhang Yulang thought, but it was too obvious and would definitely arouse Li Mu's wariness. He was very deep in the city, and a smile appeared on his face again. He first handed the scroll in his hand to Bi'er in the Xiaoxiang Pavilion.

, and then said to Li Mu, "Brother Li, how about you also join the Xiaoxiang Museum of Poetry and take a flower boat with me to Peach Blossom Island to attend the literary conference?"

Zhang Yulang sincerely invites.

He swears that he is really sincere!

Because he has some friendship with Ning Qing'er, the oiran of the Xiaoxiang Pavilion. As long as Li Mu dares to vote for the Xiaoxiang Pavilion, he can guarantee that Li Mu... will not pass!

At that time, you can watch the show.

At this time, there is not much time left before the registration ends. If Li Mu wants to participate in the literary society, he must immediately switch to another brothel.

Honghua Xiaozhu?

Based on the "friendship" between Honghua Xiaozhu and Xiaoxiang Pavilion, we will never accept poems that are rejected by Xiaoxiang Pavilion!

When you are rejected by a brothel again and again in front of so many people, I wonder if your mood will be frustrated?

If not, I will spread the word properly and spread your reputation far and wide, which would be a good thing, hahaha.

Zhang Yulang looked at Li Mu with warm eyes, with a faint expectation that he would not offend others.

What's going on with this guy?

Do you really want to start a fight with me, or do you want to lower my guard and stab me twice?

Li Mu was slandering in his heart, but with a calm expression on his face, he smiled and said: "The courtesan of Xiaoxiang Pavilion is famous all over the world, but I prefer the young master of Honghua Xiaozhu. I am really sorry to disappoint Brother Zhang."

As he spoke, he looked at Cui'er and said, "I want to write a poem on the spot."

Cui'er's eyes lit up, and she quickly invited Li Mu to the private seat at the back, where there was a screen to cover her, so he could write with confidence.

"Hey, what a pity." Zhang Yulang looked at Li Mu's back, his eyes gleaming: This Li Mu is a bit interesting!

"Mr. Zhang, my name is Bi'er. I'm going to pass a poem to you right now. Please wait a moment." Bi'er apologized and ran all the way to the fifth floor.

Bitch... Cui'er glared at Bi'er's back.

"Miss Cui'er, I'm sorry." Zhang Yulang was very graceful. After submitting his poem to Xiaoxiang Pavilion, he did not forget to apologize to the maid of Honghua Xiaozhu.

How could Cui'er dare to blame Mr. Zhang, one of the seventy-two elites in the imperial capital? She quickly bowed and saluted: "Cui'er doesn't dare."

But in my heart, I felt quite aggrieved.

"I've written it." At this time, Li Mu walked out of the booth.

So fast?

Cui'er was startled for a moment. How long has it been? You... don't even have to think about it?

Or are the poems written in advance?

"I wonder if Zhang is lucky enough to be able to compete with Brother Li's poetic talent." Zhang Yulang smiled gracefully.

"Sorry, you're unlucky." Li Mu neatly handed the scroll to Cui'er.

"..." Zhang Yulang's mouth muscles twitched, and he almost lost his composure to control his expression. He cursed in his heart: Sure enough, there are many unruly people in remote areas, bastards!

Cui'er seemed to notice that the atmosphere was a little strange, so she quickly apologized and ran to the fifth floor with the scroll.

Tianzihao private room on the fifth floor.

Xiaoxiang Pavilion courtesan Ning Qing'er and Honghua Xiaozhu Xiaozhu Yan Hanyu were sitting lazily. Although there were no outsiders here, they stretched their delicate bodies to the best of their ability, exuding their charm with all their strength, trying to push each other down.

This is a war between women!

Dong Dong.

Bi'er knocked on the door and came in: "Sister Qing'er, Mr. Zhang's masterpiece!"

"Oh, Mr. Zhang actually voted for my Xiaoxiang Palace, sister, this is really..." Ning Qing'er took the scroll in a bitch manner, opened it and glanced at it, her eyes suddenly showed excitement.

Yan Hanyu's heart sank.

Ning Qing'er's eyes flashed, and she read with a smile: "The chaotic strips have not yet turned yellow, and they are crazy when leaning against the east wind. The sun and moon are flying around, and I don't know what is there in the world..."

Don’t you know what is there in heaven and earth?

Yan Hanyu seemed to be looking out the window, but in fact he was listening attentively. However, Ning Qing'er, this bitch, stopped reading after reading this!

"Haha, sister, what do you think of this poem?" Ning Qing'er rolled up the scroll and looked into Yan Hanyu's eyes with a smile, wanting to see her frustrated look.

Yan Hanyu tried hard to maintain the indifference in his eyes and said: "The chaotic strips have not yet turned yellow, and the east wind is blowing wildly. With just this sentence, the momentum of the poem has risen. I must have understood it seriously and benefited a lot from it."

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"Although this sentence is good, it is not as good as the next sentence." Ning Qing'er smiled and said, "I don't know what the sky and the earth have..."

After thinking about it, she stopped reading it.

Yan Hanyu gritted his teeth in anger: What on earth is there?!
Chapter completed!