"Brother Yan Xian, I didn't expect that Qin's poems have reached such a peak without even realizing it."
Qin Tieniu is riding a horse, with an unfathomable expression on his face.
Yan Nanji stared at Qin Tieniu, feeling that the chicken was talking to the duck and playing the piano to the cow, so she was speechless for a long time.
And the rest of the time was spent happily in the artificial sound of Qin Tieniu reciting poems.
At least Qin Tieniu is happy.
But he said that the flower-filled Xiaoyao City was far away.
In the elegant study room of the City Lord's Mansion, various books on cultivation and the ways of saints are placed on the shelves.
Glimmer of light filtered through the window lattice.
Next to the window, there is a chessboard, and two people wearing python robes sit opposite each other.
The Lord of Qin City and Wu Youdao, the headmaster of Guiyue Palace, each held chess pieces.
After Bai Zi was placed on the plate, City Lord Qin looked at Wu Youdao, who was keeping secrets.
"Master Wu, I didn't expect that you guessed it right. Fairy Yaochi was defeated miserably. Yaochi Palace is under attack from both sides. From now on, I'm afraid it will be besieged on all sides."
City Lord Qin was slightly surprised: "How did Ye Chuyue do it?"
Wu Youdao smiled and said nothing.
When he heard about the auction in Beixuan City, he immediately sent people to add to the fun, and he did not hesitate to offend Yaochi Palace for this.
"Underestimating the enemy is often the most deadly."
Wu Youdao said: "The status of a vassal kingdom makes Fairy Yaochi disdain her, but it is also her protective umbrella. She is what she is today, not because of the emperor's dignity, but because of her down-to-earth attitude. Others only see that I, Wu Youdao, have offended Yaochi Palace.
But I don’t know that in front of Ye Chuyue’s value, Yaochi Palace is worthless.”
Wu Youdao was very determined, with a confident smile on his face.
"Headmaster Wu, do you think the Buddha Iron Mine has been misappropriated by Yaochi Palace?" City Lord Qin asked.
Wu Youdao smiled and said: "If you can let Yaochi Palace take away the Futu Iron Mine, then her name will not be Ye Chuyue."
After saying that, Wu Youdao dropped his son and said like an old fox: "City Master Qin, if you lose, the four-legged golden toad cauldron in your house will belong to me, Ghost Moon Palace."
Hearing this, City Lord Qin immediately puffed up his beard and glared. Over the years, Wu Youdao had often tricked him into stealing good things.
At this time, Fairy Yaochi was imprisoned in the Abyss Prison of the Imperial Army Department and was being whipped.
Outside the cell, slight footsteps sounded.
A graceful figure walked over, wearing a veil made of pearls and jade, and her narrow phoenix eyes looked coldly at Fairy Yaochi, who was covered in whip wounds.
Fairy Yaochi raised her head dejectedly, saw the visitor, her eyes were filled with surprise, and she spoke angrily: "Palace...Palace Master..."
"Click."
The prison door was opened by the jailer, and the palace owner walked in.
"Xian'er, is this something you can do well?"
"The palace master is not me, but Ye Chuyue. It was her cunning thoughts that trapped me in an unjust place, causing Yaochi Palace to be criticized by warriors and looked down upon by all parties."
Fairy Yaochi's eyes were red and filled with tears. She shouted anxiously and excitedly. She had exhausted all her strength, but blood was still pouring out from the wounds on her limbs.
"Snapped!"
The palace master slapped her hard, causing Fairy Yaochi to vomit blood. She looked at the always loving palace master with disheveled hair in disbelief.
"You useless piece of trash. The Yaochi Palace lost all its troops and generals because of you. You're already in this mess. Are you still making excuses for yourself?"
The Palace Master sneered: "Loser, you should be trampled on like ants, worse than pigs, dogs and beasts. You are here today because of Ye Chuyue's insidiousness and cunning. You can only blame yourself for being inferior to others in terms of skills and strength. Instead of that, she sneered.
Instead of blaming others here, it is better to reflect and reflect on where you started to take it lightly."
"I......"
Fairy Yaochi burst into tears and asked weakly: "Can I still participate in the competition among the top ten colleges?"
"The fact that you are alive means that God has the virtue of a good life, and you still want to participate in the competition?"
The palace owner was angry that he would not fight, lamented his misfortune, and hated that iron could not be made into steel: "Ye Chuyue can become famous in the realm of warriors, and his background in the vassal kingdom can also alarm the world. What do you think you rely on? You have the same brains as you
Is it almost moldy? This time, Yaochi Palace is severely damaged because of your vitality. You have no right to complain. Think about how to remedy it. Otherwise, let alone Ye Chuyue, I will never let go of you, a harmful waste.
.”
After saying this, the palace owner shook his sleeves and left angrily.
The Lord of Yaochi Palace walked out of the prison and opened a sandalwood door.
The man in the room is sitting with a golden sword and is studying some formation.
A trace of disgust flashed in the eyes of the Palace Master of Yaochi, and he immediately walked up with his soft waist and hugged the man from behind, exuding a seductive fragrance.
"General, I haven't seen you for a long time, but I still remember you."
The Lord of Yaochi Palace turned over and fell into the man's arms, with a pair of catkins wrapped around the other man's neck, and his eyes were filled with love and water.
"General, that child Xian'er is not bad in nature. Now that Yaochi Palace is in danger, are you willing to let others suffer?"
"Whether you can bear the punishment depends on whether your ability to serve others has improved."
"Well......"
The clothes were torn on the floor, and the room was filled with an alluring fragrance.
Outside the door, on the cold corridor, Mu Fengming, with three thousand red hair and dressed in ink, leaned lazily on the corridor.
She stroked her sleeves slowly, and when she heard the unpleasant sound coming from inside, her lips curved in disdain.