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Chapter 99 [Seduce first and then eunuch] (for the first order)
"I think that since Fan Zui dared to go to the poetry meeting despite knowing the strength of the literary talents in Kyoto, he must not be underestimated. After all, he is the author of those famous books."

Someone suddenly expressed support for Fan Zui's strength, and immediately after saying this, many people agreed with him, followed by a burst of tacit laughter.

Today's Poetry Club, in addition to many talents, also has many talented women who have lived in the boudoir for a long time and seldom show up. At the Poetry Club, many talented scholars who think highly of themselves in the capital belittled and ridiculed Fan Zui.

However, these talented women rarely spoke ill of him, or laughed at him.

Most of the talented women are very optimistic about Fan Zui's talent, and they are looking forward to this legendary author who can make a big splash at today's poetry conference and become a blockbuster.

Many talented women like to read Fan Zui's books very much, and love all his works very much. For him, who is vague and hazy, they naturally fall in love with him.

They have all studied Fan Zui's books seriously and in-depth, and they can't put them down in their spare time in the middle of the night. It is not difficult for them to appreciate the literary grace and profound connotation in them after familiarizing themselves with them.

Although it is inevitable to complain about General Fan's greed for pleasure during the conversation with friends, but in their hearts they are silently saying:

"Such a good book, don't stop updating it, don't stop updating it, otherwise I will seduce you first, get you, and then eunuch you..."

The number of talented women who came to participate in the poetry meeting today was the most in history, not for any other reason, but because they learned that the young general would also be attending the poetry meeting at Prince Jing's mansion today, so they all came by coincidence.

For this reason, many so-called boudoir friends also had a lot of big oolongs.

Since participating in this kind of poetry discussion meeting held by private individuals, whether to go or not is actually a kind of pure communication and communication.

Talented women will ask their close friends in advance whether they will go there, and if they go, they just happen to have a companion.

If you don't go, then I won't go either, otherwise speaking alone would be quite boring.

Just yesterday, it was reported that Prince Jing's Mansion held another poetry meeting, and Prince Jing's son had invited Fan Zui, the famous author who has been widely circulated in the capital recently, to go, so many talented women began to contact each other boudoir friend.

Will you go to Prince Jing's Mansion poetry meeting tomorrow?

However, more than 90.00% of the close friends in the boudoir gave the same answer:

don't go!

Definitely not going!

The kind of young general who writes small yellow texts, no matter how powerful and handsome he is, there is nothing to look at.

Definitely don't go!

However, today when all kinds of people rushed to Prince Jing's mansion one after another, they were all embarrassed to find that all the people who were most determined not to come had already come.

And all of them came very early, as if they were afraid that they would miss someone or something due to a time difference.

At the moment when I saw each other's close friends, I was embarrassed when I remembered that I refused all kinds of firm words yesterday...

The carriage slowly stopped at Prince Jing's Mansion.

"General, Prince Jing's Mansion has arrived."

The commander of the guards looked at the plaque on Fang's mansion in front of him with the words "Prince Jing's Mansion", rode to the carriage and said in a low voice.

Fan Zui lifted the curtain of the car to look outside, then got off the carriage, and immediately saw Prince Jing who was waiting at the door in person.

If he didn't know his details, Fan Zui would really have thought that he was just a cool and unrestrained prince.

In fact, under this so-called indifferent and unrestrained appearance, Prince Jing's son has been doing errands for the second prince all these years.

"It's the first time I came to the door, and I brought some gifts for His Royal Highness, it's not a respect!"

After finishing speaking, Fan Zui took out the two bags of persimmons bought for two copper coins from the carriage, and handed them to Prince Jing's son Li Hongcheng.

Then he glanced into the hall from a distance, and asked very curiously and impatiently:

"Have the girls arrived yet?"

Looking at the two bags of fresh persimmons in his hand, Prince Jing was a little confused, so he was in a daze, and his thinking was somewhat behind him, so he said dizzily:

"It's early, I'm missing you."

"Since they're all here, it's a good feeling, let's go in, let's go!"

With that said, Fan Zui had already led Ruoruo into the mansion from Prince Jing's son Li Hongcheng.

Leaving behind Li Hongcheng, Prince Jing's eldest son with a confused expression on his face.

Opening the gift bag to check the presents, he wondered what kind of persimmons were carved out of gold, or was it a gift that was valuable enough to demonstrate the status of this young general?
But when he saw the specific things in it, he couldn't help but froze in place again, not knowing why, and said to himself:
"A real persimmon?"

Not a golden persimmon or a silver persimmon?
No, this is the gift given by the young general who holds the world's second largest chamber of commerce and earns a lot of money, almost invincibly rich, when he first visits?

Although he didn't know the specific price of these items, the two bags of persimmons in the private market were probably only two taels of silver at most.

Such a gift, probably the only one in the world who can give it.

Prince Jing's son Li Hongcheng smiled helplessly, but he didn't pay much attention to this matter, turned around and went into the hall.

Fan Zui and Ruoruo entered the poetry meeting hall of Prince Jing's mansion together, there really were a lot of people here, there were no empty seats, it seems that Li Hongcheng is quite proud of himself!
And it seems that there are more talented women, more than three times the number of talented women. Although the Bouman is used to block the view, but for him, a ninth-rank master, it is not a problem to perceive the specific number of people.

Unexpectedly, Prince Jing's son is quite lucky and popular with women, since so many talented women can participate in a simple poetry meeting.

However, in his perception, he found a strange problem. After he walked into the hall, why did the talented women behind Buman over there start to stand up or turn sideways to his direction? look at something.

"Oh, I said you people are really serious. If you want to see it, you can look at it openly. Why are you so reserved?"

Following the sound of a slightly oriole-like sound, the sound of the cracking Bouman being brutally torn was also heard in the hall.

The hazy Bouman covering the faces of the talented women was suddenly pulled down by a woman.

For a moment, a needle could be heard in the hall.

All the talented women's eyes fell on the young man in white who walked in. Although there was no narration or special introduction, all the talented women were instantly sure who was the legendary young general.

Moreover, the same thought flashed through the hearts of many talented women almost at the same time:

"It turns out that he has always resonated with my heart with literary connotations, and it seems that we should be the real destined people in that life.

I have never been a superficial person who only looks at appearances. I resonate with General Fan. I don't like his handsomeness and bravery.

It is only because of the fate cultivated in the previous life that we can meet in this life and spend the rest of our lives together.

Hey, why does this idea seem to have been heard many times before?

It seems to have been passed down from the talented women and brothel women in Danzhou, and I even sneered at it..."

"General Fan, I want to give you a monkey!"

Amidst the exclamation of the crowd, an extremely disobedient voice suddenly aroused the murderous gazes of the girls, and they all saw that it was about to pass.

It was the man who ripped off Buman just now.

(End of this chapter)