Second-hand little prince

Chapter 92
Qin Zixuan opened his eyes when the ten talents wrote their pens one after another. With a modest smile on his face, Li Han frowned when he saw that he was smiling so coquettishly. He glanced down the stage and saw several women Guy in disguise.

Zhang Ting was staring at Qin Zixuan in a daze. In her world, apart from Qin Zixuan, the male god, she couldn't tolerate anyone else, even if she was a concubine, but unfortunately she couldn't find a way out. Concubine Cheng protected Qin Zixuan too well , there is no chance to climb the bed at all.

Now Qin Zixuan takes the general with him wherever he goes, and has no chance to climb into the bed. Zhang Ting narrowed her eyes. She has to find a way, so she can't just miss the male god. There are people who have the same idea as Zhang Ting, but unlike Zhang Ting This direct expression occurs.

Li Han squinted his big eyes and looked at the women in the audience, looking at which one was staring at the young man with hot eyes. Yaya is unfeminine and staring at men is too cold. Such a woman will never be able to welcome in the door in the future. It would be miserable for the young man to wear a cuckold.

Fortunately, this is Li Han's idea. If Qin Zixuan knows it, he will die laughing. If you want to say that he is not a woman, General Li is the first. She has never done anything that women can't do. In other words, women can do it. How many things has she done?
Embroidering a wedding dress can embroider a phoenix into a little hen with a cockscomb. Every time Qin Zixuan sees that embroidered dress, Qin Zixuan wants to embroider a few more eggs underneath. The teasing Li Han wants to tear up that wedding dress. In the end, I was reluctant.

Just as Li Han was looking at the audience, the five judges on the stage all walked down from their seats. Qin Zixuan was holding a big heater in his arms and a small heater in his hand, and he looked particularly bloated when he walked.

He walked at the end of the line, Lin Que was the first, followed by Monk Wuzhi, followed by Qian Haiyang and Fang Bi.After they had read it all, Qin Zixuan slowly stepped forward to watch it. Fortunately, he had learned the thousand-character script, so it was not a problem to recognize the characters.

After looking around and sitting down again, Lin Que looked at Monk Wuzhi, said the Buddha's name, and asked, "Master Wuzhi, please comment first."

"Hehe, with Dean Lin here, if it's Wuzhi's turn, Dean Lin invites you first." Monk Wuzhi was modest, and Lin Que gave way again, so the four of them didn't comment before, so they gave way first, but they didn't give in no matter what. When it came to Qin Zixuan, he hugged the stove to keep warm like an outsider.

This Yuquan Building has a wonderful view, but it is too cold, the cold wind howling around, blowing into the building like a knife, wearing so thick, Qin Zixuan still feels cold, I really don't know how the great ancestor survived, unexpectedly He didn't act cold at all. If he hadn't accidentally touched the opponent's cold hand, Qin Zixuan wouldn't have suspected that the opponent would be cold too.

After some resignation, Lin Que first commented on Zhao Fangjie's words. The words are very gorgeous, without foundation, that is, flashy and unrealistic. Zhao Fangjie was so angry that he wanted to vomit blood. He was actually targeted by the old man.

Lin Que took a fancy to Tang Bozhao's poems and spoke highly of them. Everyone felt that this was pertinent, because Tang Bozhao had no background behind him, and there was no suspicion of being a high-ranking monk. The ignorant monk also read Tang Bozhao's poems. During Tang Bozhao's seclusion, they often talked about Buddhist scriptures in person. , talk about life perception, talk about poetry and songs, very harmonious.

Qian Haiyang and Fang Bi looked at each other and wanted to vote for Zhao Fangjie. That would be a slap in the face of Dean Lin, so they had to vote for Tang Bozhao. So far, everyone has chosen the winner of this round without Qin Zixuan's comments, but the host is very kind. It was better to ask Qin Zixuan to comment, Qin Zixuan gave a good one directly, which made everyone laugh, only to say that Qin Zixuan is a good man.

Zhao Fangjie felt resentment in his heart, and he winked at the person in the audience. The person questioned, hoping that Qin Zixuan could also compose a poem. Could it be that he even forgot the poems and songs after amnesia, so he would appear to be sitting in the judging position? It's unfair.

When one person made a sound, others immediately agreed, as if they had made an appointment in advance, and challenged Qin Zixuan one after another. Qin Zixuan squinted his eyes and raised his hand to look at his clothes. model.

Shaking his sleeves, he sighed softly: "The thread in the hands of the loving mother, and the clothes on the body of the wanderer. The seams are tightly packed before leaving, and I am afraid that I will return later. Whoever says that the heart of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three springs!" Yanbi, retracted his arms and pulled With the cloak on his body, he hugged the stove to keep warm.

Seeing Lin Que's eyes twitching, this bastard is obviously talented, but he is surprisingly lazy, as long as he picks up the books he has learned, why he refuses? !

This great-grandson is smarter than the two great-grandsons on the stage, and both are eager to learn, but it hurts his head and changes his temper. It's a pity.Lin Que wished he could use Qin Zixuan's cane again to wake up this lazy guy.

There was silence on and off the stage. I don't know who took the lead to applaud first. This poem overwhelmed the ten talents on the stage, and also overwhelmed everyone in the audience. This group of people can't compare to masterpieces that have been written for thousands of years.

Even if Zhao Fangjie won the title of the number one talented scholar today, he is destined to live his whole life under his halo, hehe, Qin Zixuan couldn't help but want to laugh whenever he thought of this, the smile on his face was brilliant.

Zhao Fangjie looked at Qin Zixuan's smiling face, and really wanted to step up and slap him a few times, it was too shameless, how could he write such a good poem even though it was rumored that he had lost his memory and hurt his brain.

"Benefactor Qin is really a great talent, it's a pity." The ignorant monk sighed and shouted the Buddha's name.

Lin Que pointed at Qin Zixuan and cursed: "Can't you learn to play piano, chess, calligraphy and painting?"

Qin Zixuan blinked, made a pitiful look, and said, "Grandfather, the little great-grandson's whole body hurts."

Pfft, Lin Que was defeated by this shameless guy, well, what can he say, his whole body hurts before he started learning, if he is really forced to learn, wouldn't it be a mess.

Lin Wenhao sighed, and Lin Wencai shook his head. The King Cheng who they looked up to had really changed a lot. The rascal aura in his body should be infected by that demon king Li Han.

Poor Li Han has become a scapegoat, sitting there with a cold face, accepting the glaring eyes from all directions, and then staring back one by one, she is not a little woman, the fault has been made, what do you want her to do, as long as the little husband is happy , and nothing else matters.

What kind of talent, how can there be a happy life like the current little husband, laugh when you want, play when you want, make trouble when you want, don't have to carry those rules and etiquette on your back, it's better than those five people who pretend to be six on the surface, and do everything behind their backs Some of the thieves and whores are much better off.

In the first round, Tang Bozhao won, but Qin Zixuan stole the limelight. Tang Bozhao convinced Qin Zixuan and paid homage to Qin Zixuan. He deserved his name as the number one talent in Daqin back then, and the second round kicked off.

(End of this chapter)