The Return of the Demon

Miss Nanzhi had no interest in the poem Pan Yucheng sent her.

But when she heard that Ning Chen was the one who wrote those masterpieces, what did she think of? She immediately unfolded the paper in her hand.

The title of the poem is "Presented to Nanzhi".

When she saw the content, her eyes suddenly lit up and she couldn't help but read it out:

"Let the warm Nanzhi bloom early, so that it can be the queen of all flowers."

"Spring is here without competing with the times, and I feel that you are missing me and smile."

Although this poem is not as good as Ning Chen's masterpieces, it can also be called a rare masterpiece... especially the name of Nanzhi is included in the first sentence.

Everyone present is a person who likes poetry.

When Miss Nanzhi read out this poem, they couldn't help but nod and praise it.

"Good poem, damn good..."

Feng Qi was applauding and cheering, but he didn't really understand it... but it was right to cheer.

Those literati and poets rolled their eyes at him and secretly cursed him as a vulgar warrior.

Miss Nanzhi looked at Pan Yucheng, her eyes sparkling, and asked in a tender voice: "Is this poem written by Pan Jinyi?"

"No, it was written by Ning Chen!"

Pan Yucheng said honestly.

Ning Chen was speechless. Old Pan was too honest. Just say that you wrote it yourself. In the future, when Miss Nanzhi asks you for a poem, you can just ask me for it.

Miss Nanzhi looked as expected.

Miss Yudie looked at Nanzhi with envy. Once this poem came out, Nanzhi's value would increase by many times?

In fact, Ning Chen's behavior was a price-raising...but for Pan Yucheng's sexual happiness, it was fine.

"Miss Nanzhi, Lao Pan really likes you... and he is upright, the key is that he is down-to-earth and hardworking, there is absolutely no problem in choosing him!"

Ning Chen said, pointing at Ning Gan, and said: "Look at this guy again, his face is pale, his eye sockets are deep, and he looks like he has indulged in excessive sexual activities. Maybe he has some dirty disease? If you look at him for one more time, you have to go back and wash your eyes. People with a normal mind will not look at him for one more time."

"Ning Chen, you..."

Ning Gan was so angry that he almost vomited blood.

Damn bastard, Miss Nanzhi was very interested in the jade flute he gave her, but now it's all ruined by this bastard.

Ning Chen said contemptuously: "You are still using a broken jade flute to coax Miss Nanzhi. Miss Nanzhi has seen all kinds of good things. With her eyes, can she like a waste like you?"

"Miss Nanzhi, this Ning Gan Ning, the eldest son, has been praised by His Majesty... His Majesty praised him for fame and reputation, but he is just a show-off, an embroidered pillow, shit."

Everyone looked weird, is this a compliment?

"By the way, he was an official... but he was dismissed by His Majesty less than half a day after taking office."

Ning Gan was so angry that he felt that everyone was laughing at him. His face was burning, and he stared at Ning Chen, wishing he could eat him alive.

"Why are you staring at me? Do you believe that I will dig out your eyes and step on them as bladders?"

Chen Chong pointed at Ning Gan and shouted.

Everyone also stared at Ning Gan with sarcasm on their faces.

Ning Gan was so ashamed and angry that he wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into... He was too embarrassed to stay there, so he ran away in a panic, and ended up falling down the stairs and rolling down.

Everyone burst into laughter.

Ning Gan didn't care about the pain in his body, he got up and limped away.

Nanzhi blinked her beautiful eyes and looked at Pan Yucheng, "If Pan Jinyi doesn't mind, come back to my room with me and have a cup of tea, okay?"

Everyone was stunned.

Then, a group of animals immediately wailed.

Miss Nanzhi has a lover.

Taking a man back to the room does not necessarily mean sacrificing oneself, but being able to enter one of the twelve rooms is the supreme honor for these literati.

Pan Yucheng's face was dull, and he suspected that he had heard it wrong... After coming to his senses, he was excited and at a loss.

"Old Pan, what are you waiting for? Hurry up and agree."

Pan Yucheng nervously hummed to Miss Nanzhi!

"Pan Jinyi, please follow me."

Pan Yucheng followed Miss Nanzhi upstairs amid the laughter of Feng Qizhen and others.

Chen Chong rushed over, put his arm around Ning Chen's shoulders, and said seriously: "Are you brothers?"

Ning Chen rolled his eyes at him.

"Ning Chen, if you are my brother, please help me write a poem. I want to dedicate it to Miss Yudie... I will leave my brother's happiness to you."

"Go away. You are married, but you still miss Miss Yudie. Are you a human being?" Feng Qizheng pushed Chen Chong away and put his arm around Ning Chen's shoulders. "Ning Chen, I am not married yet. Help me? You will be my real father in the future."

Ning Chen was speechless.

"Mr. Ning, I wonder if I have the honor to drink a glass of wine with you?"

Just then, Miss Yudie spoke. Her voice was very nice, like pearls falling on a jade plate.

Ning Chen was stunned and smiled: "Of course!"

Everyone wailed again.

It seems that Miss Yudie has taken a fancy to Ning Chen, and they have no chance.

Feng Qi, who had just regarded Ning Chen as his biological father, immediately turned hostile, "Ning Chen, I want to break up with you."

"Why? Can't you just write a few sour poems? I'm so handsome, why don't girls like me?"

Chen Chong touched his stubbled chin and felt sorry for himself.

Others glared at Ning Chen fiercely, wishing they could replace him.

Yudie came down from the stage, came to Ning Chen's table, poured two glasses of wine, handed one to Ning Chen, and looked at him affectionately.

This woman's eyes are so beautiful, I wonder what her face looks like?

Ning Chen took the wine glass and drank it in one gulp.

"Ning Chen, after drinking this wine... you are not allowed to write a poem to Miss Yudie?"

Feng Qizheng started to make noises.

Others are also looking forward to it. They are all people who like poetry.

Yudie looked at Ning Chen expectantly and said softly: "I wonder if the Nu family has this honor?"

Ning Chen thought for a while, isn't it just a poem? There are so many... Anyway, they are all paid for free.

"Okay, then I'll write you a song."

Yudie looked at Ning Chen with bright eyes, full of expectation.

Ning Chen pretended to think about it for a moment, then snapped his fingers and said with a smile: "Yes!"

"He came out after being called out for a long time, still half-hiding his face with his pipa in his arms."

"The three or two sounds of the rotating shaft plucking the strings indicate feelings before the tune is formed."

After Ning Chen finished speaking, he glanced at everyone.

I saw those literati and poets all flushing with excitement...because they witnessed the birth of a masterpiece.

Miss Yudie was also so excited that her breathing quickened, her autumn-like eyes staring closely at Ning Chen.

"Is the girl still satisfied?"

Girl Yudie nodded repeatedly, "Yudie is very satisfied. Yudie can get a poem from the young master, and she will have no regrets in this life!"

"Sir, what is the title of this poem?"

Ning Chen smiled and said: "Let's call it "Giving Rain Butterfly"!"

Yudie was so happy that her big watery eyes were bent into crescent shapes... With this poem title, this poem belongs to her and no one can take it away.

"Thank you, sir!"

Butterflies in the rain salute.

She looked at Ning Chen expectantly, "Master, if you don't mind, there is fine wine in my room... Could you please move over and have a drink in my room?"

The surrounding animals howled again.

It's over...Miss Yudie is also a guest.