Plane of Immortal Cultivation

Chapter 72 Han Yuqing

"Ten days of usage time on the second floor of Wangyue Tower!"

What a weird request.

Boss Chen frowned, he didn't know what Qin Guan wanted to do.You know, many of the so-called gifted scholars these days are very bold and unrestrained, such as the Five Stones Scattering Conference, the Uncovered Conference, and the Rabbit Conference.

The picture should not be too exciting.

If he really did some lewd things, then his brand of Wangyuelou would be completely smashed.

"What does Second Master Qin want to do?" Although Boss Chen is eager for that poem, he is more responsible for his own Mochizuki Tower. If the other party does what he wants to do, he will refuse without hesitation.

"Hehe, don't worry, Boss Chen, I won't do anything that will damage the reputation of Wangyue Tower. Now I just have some ideas. It's a serious matter, and I may not implement it. Even if I use Wangyuelou, I will discuss it with Boss Chen." Yes." Qin Guan said.

"Seriously?"

Qin Guan nodded: "It's absolutely serious."

In the end, Boss Chen chose to believe in Qin Guan.

Besides, didn't Qin Guan agree to discuss it with him in the end? If Qin Guan wanted to mess around, he would not agree.

Went upstairs and wrote to Boss Chen again about Magpie Bridge Immortal, and the three of them went downstairs. It was not too late at this time, the street was still crowded with people, and men and women were playing with lights by the lake.

Zheng Da asked: "For 1000 guan, I changed to use the second floor of Wangyue Tower ten times, and the drinks are not included. It's a big loss."

Qin Guan smiled: "It's not a loss."

He had a plan in his head, but it was just a half-baked idea.

"Then what's the use of covering the second floor?"

"Wouldn't it be nice to wrap up a layer by yourself and enjoy the scenery of the West Lake while tasting wine quietly."

"Quietness is worth a thousand pennies?"

"Sometimes, money can't buy quietness!"

It was already late at night when he got home, Qin Guan drank some more wine, and Rue Xiang waited on him to wash up and then went to bed to rest.

Close your eyes and enter the system.

"Strengthening tendons and strengthening bones is a low-level elixir that can slightly enhance physical fitness."

What Qin Guan is thinking now is whether to take it out and eat it.

After thinking and thinking, I finally forgot.

Don't take medicine indiscriminately, who knows what will happen if you take it.

Besides, I'm in good health now, it's great, it's okay if I don't eat it, just keep it for now, and I'll talk about it later if I need it.

After that, she exited the system and Meimei fell asleep.

Although the Qixi Festival has passed, Qin Guan's song "Magpie Bridge Immortal" spread outward at a terrifying speed. In just a short period of time, all the scholars in Hangzhou were singing the song "Magpie Bridge Immortal". People also knew that there was a Qin Guan Qin Shaoyou son.

In the past few days, Qin Guan's limelight even surpassed that of Shen Yichen, the number one talent in Hangzhou.

With the publication of "Qixi Ci Wenhui" and the continuous spread of various channels, Qin Guan's name has a tendency to spread to the entire Jiangnan area.

At the beginning Liu Su wanted to praise and kill Qin Guan, but the name of "Little Poetry Immortal" was spread, but it was really confirmed, and now some people are calling Qin Guan a little poetry fairy.

Hangzhou, Han family.

In the martial arts field in the backyard, a woman is practicing sword.

Her black hair was tied into a ponytail, neat and tidy, her face was beautiful and heroic, and her elegant outfit outlined her graceful figure.With a sharp sword in his hand, his hand flew up and down like lightning, and the light of the sword flashed across the sky like lightning. Although the swordsmanship was fierce, but it was used by this woman with infinite beauty.

Cutting through the air, I saw a hardwood target beside the martial arts training ground, the upper half of which slipped from it and fell to the ground, but was cut in two.

After a set of swordsmanship was over, Han Yuqing stopped her movements and her breathing was steady. Xiaoshuang, who was waiting on the side, quickly handed over the towel. Han Yuqing shook her hand, and threw the sword in her hand. Four or five meters away, it was hung in the scabbard on the weapon rack, and the movements were indescribably chic.

Xiaoshuang picked up the teacup and handed it to her young lady, and Han Yuqing took a sip.

Xiaoshuang looked at the lady and said, "Miss, my uncle has become a celebrity in Hangzhou these days."

Han Yuqing paused while drinking tea, "He's doing something nasty again."

Xiao Shuang chuckled, "Miss, I am really famous this time, not being laughed at. The day before yesterday my uncle participated in the Qixi Festival poetry meeting held by the state government and wrote a Qixi poem that shocked everyone. In the end, no one dared to write poems. It made the poem end hastily."

"Now my uncle's poem has been widely sung in Hangzhou and everyone knows it. Now people call my uncle 'Xiao Shixian'."

Han Yuqing was curious, "What poetry."

"I'll read it to you," he said, pulling out a piece of paper from his bosom, and recited the poem "Magpie Bridge Immortal". After listening to this poem, Han Yuqing was also fascinated by the words.

It was unbelievable that that guy who only knew how to mess around could write such beautiful poems.

The marriage between her and Qin Guan, it sounds good to say that they are well-matched, but it is ugly to say that it is a marriage between Wu Xun and a civil servant, just borrowing strength from each other.

At that time, both of them were children, only twelve or thirteen years old.Unexpectedly, when Qin Guan grew up, he became the most famous playboy in Hangzhou, ignorant and incapable of wandering around without a trace.

Han Yuqing originally wanted to be strong, so naturally she looked down on people like Qin Guan, but this person happened to be her future husband, so she hated Qin Guan very much in her heart.

It was this kind of mentality, that meeting in the brothel, and seeing Qin Guan's slutty appearance, he couldn't help but knocked Qin Guan out. He really hated Qin Guan to the extreme.

But these days, she has heard a lot of rumors about Qin Guan, and she doesn't need to deliberately inquire about it. There are rumors in the market, but she finds that Qin Guan has changed a lot. , Famous in Hangzhou, became a famous talent.

This surprised Han Yuqing.

Could this be the legendary prodigal son turning back?
Han Yuqing snorted, "It doesn't matter if you can write poems. If you are provoked by others, you will agree to bet with them. If you fail the exam, you will jump into the lake. Although he passed the exam in the end, it can be seen that he is not calm. , it will be difficult to achieve great things in the future.”

Xiaoshuang felt that her lady's request was too high, and said, "Miss, I think my uncle has changed a lot."

Han Yuqing nodded, "That's true."

Qin Wei walked into Qin Guan's room. Qin Guan was studying. Seeing his elder brother coming, he quickly stood up: "Brother, are you tired from studying? Why do you have time to come to my place?"

Qin Wei said: "It's true that I'm tired of reading, so I went to the front hall for a walk, and I just saw that the servant was going to bring it to you. I also wanted to see you, so I brought it for you."

As he spoke, he raised a stack of invitations in his hand and said.

Qin Guan shook his head helplessly.

Before the Tanabata Poetry Club, Qin Guan might receive one or two invitations to poetry clubs a day, as well as invitations to join a certain literary club.

But after the Qixi Festival, at least seven or eight invitations were sent to the Qin Mansion every day, and many people came to visit, even admiring the name.

At the beginning, Qin Guan entertained them, but when there were too many people, Qin Guan felt very troublesome. In the end, he simply told the servants that whenever anyone came, he said that he was studying in seclusion, preparing for the autumn provincial examination, and that he would not participate in the poetry meeting or the literary competition. Club, not to mention visitors.

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(End of this chapter)