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Luo Ding's complexion was ugly, and he seemed to feel the weird gazes from all around him. He was losing again and again today, and he was extremely annoyed. Shaking his hands, he said, "Let's go!" He didn't dare to stay, and left in embarrassment under the eyes of everyone.

Young Master Liu saw Luo Ding leaving, he didn't dare to stay alone, so he followed.

Seeing them leaving in a state of embarrassment, Yingren finally felt relieved of his anger, turned around, and couldn't help looking at Mo Lingshuang.

Ling Shuang also looked at Yingren, and seeing Yingren looking at her, she couldn't help feeling cold and hot, and lowered her head.

Over there, Mr. Lan has recovered his smile, and said: "Actually, many of the poems written by Chu Huan today are really quatrains. Not to mention ten literary flowers, there are more than a hundred literary flowers in a poem. But since today Following the rules, Mr. Xu will be able to get 390 wen flowers, which girl to give to is up to you."

Ying Ren pointed at Ling Shuang without hesitation, and said, "Give them all to Miss Ling Shuang!"

In fact, this was something that everyone expected, Ling Shuang lowered her head, didn't lift it up, just saluted gracefully, but the old bustard of Cuiyu Tower was ecstatic.

Ling Shuang was originally ranked third. Without this place, she would be only a small leader, but she suddenly won more than 390 Wenhua from Yingren, not only surpassing Cui Meier, but even the Korean beauty Pu Zhenxian was compared.

Not surprisingly, Ling Shuang came from behind and was the oiran who won the oiran election this time and became the leader of the line.

Mr. Lan looked around and asked: "Everyone, is there anyone else coming up to snatch Wenhua?"

Chu Huan shined brilliantly, and the limelight has overwhelmed everyone. It is impossible for the literati to surpass Chu Huan. Even after one or two songs, it is just a foil. Under Chu Huan's dazzling limelight, it is impossible to surpass Chu Huan today. Showing off the limelight, on the contrary, if he is not good at poetry, he seems to have little knowledge, so after Mr. Lan spoke, the remaining small group of literati looked at each other, but no one came forward.

Mr. Lan waited for a while, saw no one came up, and said loudly: "In that case, today's Wenhua is over!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a gong sounded, and today's oiran election finally came to an end.

In the end, Mo Lingshuang won the oiran and became the head of the big line, Pu Zhenxian won the second head, and Cui Meier ranked third and became the head of the small line.

Cai Mama announced the result in a somewhat uninterested manner. The guests saw that the matter had come to this point, and it was already getting late. Many people started to leave, and a small part stayed in the building to find a good girl to spend the night with.

The God of Wealth Zhao and Young Master Zhou stayed behind. They had sex with big flowers tonight, so they could stay and be served by beautiful women, and they were invited to the backyard one after another.

Yingren and Chu Huan naturally stayed, thinking that they would see Ling Shuang later, Yingren was very nervous.

In the palace, there were beauties like a cloud, and Yingren saw so many beauties that he didn't feel it. Public beauties flashed before his eyes, and he just regarded them as cats or dogs, and he was completely uninterested.

But at this moment, Ling Shuang, who is like a green lotus, is imprinted in his heart. Even if he wants to see Ling Shuang alone, he is still nervous, so he pulls Chu Huan aside, and whispers: "Chu Huan, later... Later, you will accompany me to meet Miss Lingshuang!"

Chu Huan asked in surprise, "Mr. Xu, why is this?"

Yingren said with some embarrassment: "I went to see you alone, it seems...it seems a bit bad." After a pause, he lowered his voice and said: "I'm worried that Miss Lingshuang will ask about the poems you wrote later, but I... ...I don't understand something, you can follow me to explain."

Chu Huan smiled helplessly: "Mr. Xu, isn't it because you want to be alone with Miss Lingshuang? Why don't you dare when things are about to happen?"

Yingren shook his head and said, "Chu Huan, don't misunderstand me. I have respect for Miss Lingshuang, and it's definitely not like what others think. If...if I take her brand off tonight, I'm taking advantage of her. I won't act like that. I just want to talk to her in the past, if... If it's okay, let her play the piano and listen, there is nothing wrong with you going with me!"

Chu Huan didn't expect that Ying Ren was still a seed of infatuation. While meditating, he heard footsteps and saw Mr. Lan walking towards him.

Yingren rubbed his forehead and said in a low voice: "Chu Huan, go talk to him, he must be writing poetry again, I can't bear it!" He walked away by himself.

Mr. Lan didn't care much when he saw Yingren go away. He knew what happened tonight. Yingren was just taking advantage of Chu Huan. He also hoped that Yingren would go away so that he could talk to Chu Huan alone.

Chu Huan could only step forward and salute first: "Mr. Lan!"

Mr. Lan bowed his hand to return the salute, and said with a smile: "Brother Chu, do you have time to talk to this old man?"

Chu Huan immediately said: "Please enlighten me, sir!"

Mr. Lan took Chu Huan's hand, walked to a table and sat down, said with a smile: "Brother Chu's talent, I really admire you. Brother Chu, do you know which poem of yours I like the most? "

"Please teach me, sir!"

Mr. Lan stroked his beard and whispered: "Looking at the sword while drunk, I dreamed of returning to the horn-blowing company battalion. Eight hundred miles away, the subordinates were burned, fifty strings were turned outside the fortress, and soldiers were ordered in autumn on the battlefield. Lu Feikuai made by horses, and bows like bows. A thunderbolt and a string of shocks, to end the affairs of the king and win the fame in life and death, what a pity it happened...!" He whispered softly, but his expression was very solemn.

Chu Huan was startled, this is Xin Qiji's "Breaking the Battle", unexpectedly Mr. Lan, a literati, likes this kind of garrison battle song.

Mr. Lan sighed softly: "Great spirit, great generosity." Staring at Chu Huan, he asked, "Brother Chu, have you ever been outside the Yanmen Great Wall?"

Chu Huan thought for a while, then nodded slightly.

Mr. Lan didn't ask too many questions, and said, "A man with lofty ambitions has the ambition to serve the country. Brother Chu can write such generous and provocative poems, but there is a heart to serve the country in the poems!"

Chu Huan just smiled and didn't say much.

Mr. Lan pondered for a moment, and finally said: "Brother Chu, I came to you, but I wanted to help. I still have some connections, and I have students in Beijing. If you want, I can write a book, and you can take the letter to the capital. , there will always be an errand for you, and it will also satisfy your desire to serve the country!"

"Jingzhong?" Chu Huan was taken aback.

Mr. Lan nodded slightly, and said with a smile: "That's right." Then he sighed softly: "My Great Qin seems to be prosperous now, but in fact it is undercurrents and internal and external. He is a great talent, and at this time of internal and external distress, he should serve the country even more!"

Chu Huan did not refuse immediately, but pondered, as if thinking about something.

Seeing Chu Huan like this, Mr. Lan patted Han Mo's arm lightly, and said softly, "You don't have to rush to give me an answer. I'm in Caotang Academy. If you want to go to Beijing, you can come to me at any time. I will do my best to help you." help!"

Chu Huan got up and saluted respectfully: "Thank you, Mr. Lan!"

Mr. Lan smiled slightly, and then said: "However, I still have one thing to ask Brother Chu to agree to!"

Chu Huan hurriedly said: "Mr. Lan, what orders do you have? Just say it bluntly. If Chu Huan can do it, he will obey the orders!"

Chu Huan has roughly seen that this Mr. Lan is kind, elegant, and noble. He respects such a person very much, and Mr. Lan offered to help him find a job in Beijing. If he needs help, if he can help I'm busy, so naturally I won't refuse.

Mr. Lan said with a smile: "Brother Chu's 45 poems today can be said to be brilliant. If such poems cannot be passed down to the world, it is really a pity."

Chu Huan was a little embarrassed, "Mr. Lan is too much."

Mr. Lan shook his head and said solemnly: "Brother Chu, just now I have discussed with Mr. Lou and Mr. Zhao. If Brother Chu agrees, we are going to compile these 45 poems into a collection of poems, and then our three academies will jointly submit them to you. It is recommended by the world. We have already thought of a name. We borrowed the surname of Chu Xiaoxiong and named it "Chu Feng". We will carefully produce this collection of poems and hand it over to the largest bookstore in Yunshan Prefecture for sale. Of course, we will not Take a penny and give it to you, what do you think?"

Chu Huan opened his mouth and was speechless for a moment.

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Yingren walked aside, saw Chu Huan and Mr. Lan talking, and winked at Feng Wuma who was beside him, Feng Wuma immediately followed, Sun Desheng wanted to follow, but he didn't dare.

Arriving at a secluded place nearby, Yingren put his hands behind his back, pondered for a while, and finally asked in a low voice: "Feng Wuma, I asked you something, you must answer it truthfully!"

Feng Wuma said respectfully: "The villain dare not lie the slightest bit!"

"Okay!" Yingren nodded slightly, and said in a low voice, "I ask you, do you want to report to Bailou about your actions later?"

Feng Wuma was startled, but quickly replied in a low voice: "His Royal Highness, if nothing else, I will only protect His Highness when the dossier leaves Beijing!"

Yingren stared at Feng Wuma's eyes and asked: "If this king asks you to kill someone, will you report to Minglou?"

Feng Wuma didn't hesitate, and said, "Yes."

Yingren frowned and said, "What if I order you to strictly keep your tongue?"

Feng Wuma already had an extra dagger in his hand, with the blade facing his heart, his expression was indifferent: "The villain has only this way!"

Yingren's face was a bit ugly, but he still said: "Put it away first!"

Feng Wuma put away his dagger.

"Does it mean that even if this king has a secret and important matter, he can't send you to do it?"

Feng Wuma said solemnly: "Your Highness, the villain can kill anyone for you with your order, but after killing someone, the villain must submit the dossier to Bailou. Whoever must submit the dossier!"

Yingren smiled wryly and shook his head, "In this way, this king wants you to kill Luo Ding, and Bailou will know about it sooner or later!"

Feng Wuma nodded.

Yingren's eyes showed annoyance, but he was helpless, but Feng Wuma suddenly whispered: "Your Highness, Luo Ding does not have to die. Luo Ding angers His Highness, there is no need to kill him, but he can make him die Even more sad!"

Yingren's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly said, "What do you mean by that?"

"If Luo Ding never offends His Highness, and Shen Yiwei takes action to rectify it, then the reason needs to be written in the dossier." Feng Wuma said: "But Luo Ding offends His Highness, if you don't kill him and just teach him, then you are still just protecting His Highness. On the dossier, you only need to write down to protect His Highness, this...is not considered a violation of building rules!"

Yingren became excited, and couldn't help but grabbed Feng Wuma's arm: "Feng Wuma, do you have any ideas?"

Feng Wuma said calmly: "Your Highness orders, and the villain will do his best to protect His Highness!"

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ps: The second update, plus update!