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Chapter 12 He Wrote This?
Intoxicated, addicted, shocked, moved...

Luo Ying had a panoramic view of the expressions of the people around her, secretly proud of herself.

This is a poem I found.

"To be a poet is to..."

Facing the expectant eyes of everyone looking at her, Luoying said proudly.

"Fang Weihan, Mr. Fang, His Royal Highness King Guangling."

The words were like a boulder falling into the water, causing a real uproar in the quiet room.

"what?"

Tao Yunjiang was also intoxicated by this exquisite poem, so he couldn't help being somewhat curious about the identity of the person who could make this kind of poem.

Could it be a supervisor from the Imperial College?

With such a sincere emotion, it must be because of his deep affection for his lover, right?

Knock, knock, knock!

Tao Yunjiang was stunned for a moment when he heard the word "Fang Weihan".

The name is so familiar...

Fang Weihan...

Fang Weihan!
Isn't this my cheap apprentice?
Tao Yunjiang was stunned.

Can he write such a touching poem?
Could it be that his feelings for Xie Lingwan's bones are really so strong?
I... did I blame him?
He came to the brothel to drink away his worries?
The girl fell into doubt and confusion for a moment, and she couldn't help but feel a little ashamed for her wild speculation.

"Fang Weihan..."

Feihong thought of the name several times in her mind, feeling a little surprised.

Isn't His Royal Highness Guangling a heinous dandy?
Among the children of the nobles, the reputation was extremely poor.

At least Feihong couldn't name anyone with a worse reputation than him.

The accusations of bullying men and women, lust for money and lust were laid on him as if he didn't want money.

It's a pity that he didn't know why he didn't come to Huanhualou, otherwise Feihong would really like to meet this legendary figure.

He wrote this poem?
At the same time, Bilong looked at Luoying, with a soft smile on her face.

"Sister Luoying, Bilong has a heartless request."

What does this stinky woman, Bilong, want to do when she speaks so politely?
Luoying's heart immediately rang the alarm bell.

"Sister Bilong, please tell me."

Luo Ying said with a polite smile.

"I want to send the flower card to His Royal Highness."

Bilong said softly.

The flower card is an invitation card sent by brothel women to their favorite objects. It is embroidered with various flowers and filled with fragrance, which can be used as a sachet.

This thing is a sought-after item pursued by rich people in Changming, and the top flower card is even more difficult to buy.

After all, by relying on this, you can meet the top players, and maybe even become the top patrons. Naturally, many people spend a lot of money on this, and even go bankrupt.

According to the rules of the Huanhualou Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Association, whichever poem is reviewed by the oiran will have the priority to hand out the flower card.

The unwritten rule is that a guest can only receive one flower card.

So Bilong asked this question.

She wants to rob His Royal Highness Guangling King from me!

"no!"

Luo Ying flatly refused.

What a joke, how could I give it to you, this is what I found out!

Luo Ying obviously regarded Fang Weihan as one of her own.

Foxy, stay away from my Highness.

"Sister, do you have something to discuss?"

Bilong still had a soft smile on her face, but that smile was much weaker.

Little hooves, don't know how to lift?

"cannot!"

Luo Yingqi was determined and refused to give an inch.

The atmosphere between the two dropped to freezing point.

Feihong was a little irritable, why did she quarrel over a man?

It's just men, what's so good about them, don't all those stinky men have the same virtue?
Why did they ever treat us as human beings?
No matter how fiercely you quarrel here, he will not cherish you.

She picked up a piece of paper and looked at it.

What is this written about?
The same font as the dog crawls.

The poor piece of paper was thrown aside by her.

Fei Hong raised her slender and plump thighs, resting her chin with one hand, feeling a little out of sorts.

How about I give Guangling Shizi a sign later?

She thought to herself, and suddenly had a good idea.

"Sisters."

Feihong said loudly with a smile on her face.

"I have a proposal..."

……

"Brother Wang, it's almost over. The three of us have drunk ten altars of Lanling flower carvings."

Fang Weihan glanced at the empty wine bottle next to him, with a wry smile.

Even with his drinking capacity, he couldn't stand it anymore.

"No, keep drinking! Drink! I am Changyuan Tieyi, I will die without surrender!"

Wang Zhiyou hugged the empty wine bottle and yelled drunkenly.

Fang Weihan: "..."

What did Wang Zhiyou say?

"He has always wanted to be a Changyuan Tiewei."

Shen Yuanxing had just finished vomiting, took a bowl of hangover soup handed over by the maid and drank it down in one gulp, his pale face softened a bit.

Seeing that there was a black line on Fang Weihan's forehead, he explained.

The Changyuan Tiewei is responsible for guarding the Changyuan in the northern border of the empire and resisting the invasion of foreign races. It is the most elite army in the Great Zhou Dynasty, but the conditions are also the most difficult.

"I didn't expect Brother Wang to have the ambition to join the army."

Fang Weihan sighed in surprise.

"It's useless. His father wants him to take over the important task of managing the family, and he will definitely not allow him to do so."

"How can the heir of the Langya Wang family be included in the ranks of the third-rate ranks?"

Shen Yuanxing said in a low voice.

He sighed and said no more.

Fang Weihan lowered his eyes and remained silent.

The Great Zhou Dynasty has emphasized culture and suppressed martial arts for more than a hundred years. In the eyes of the world, joining the army is undoubtedly the last choice in desperation.

Whether you are a businessman or an official, just don't join the army.

When you enlist in the army, you are born to be inferior to others.

Changyuan's defense is often not valued by people, and Changyuan Tiewei has been in an embarrassing situation of short pay and short use all year round.

Looking at the messy delicacies in front of him, he suddenly felt nauseated in his stomach.

Meat eaters, are you willing to give up a grain of grain to work hard?

Fang Weihan looked north, passing through layers of mountains and clouds of smoke, as if he caught a glimpse of the dilapidated iron wall between the lofty mountains.

There are many battle scars, the bricks are cracked and the tiles are missing, but they still stand tall.

There are residual ants in the cup, and cold wine in the altar.

Fang Weihan laughed at himself.

They don't deserve to be treated like this.

Fang Weihan lifted the wine jar, poured all the cold wine in front of him, raised his glass with both hands and solemnly said:

"Respect Iron Guard."

Shen Yuanxing's eyes shook.

His eyes, which were a little distracted due to drunkenness, quickly gathered and fixed firmly on Fang Weihan's body, as if he was only getting to know him for the first time from this moment.

Shen Yuanxing grabbed the wine jar, poured himself a glass, and raised the wine glass with both hands solemnly.

"Respect Iron Guard."

He and Fang Weihan looked at each other and drank it down at the same time.

"Continue to drink! Changyuan Tieyi, there is death but no surrender..."

Wang Zhiyou was still muttering.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha."

Fang Weihan and Shen Yuanxing couldn't stop laughing.

But seeing Wang Zhiyou frowned, his face was full of pain.

"not good!"

Alarm bells rang in Fang Weihan's heart, and he quickly got up to get out of the way.

Shen Yuanxing moved a step slower.

"vomit!"

Wang Zhiyou's vomit erupted violently, dripping all over Shen Yuanxing.

Fang Weihan smiled contemptuously.

Back then, I lived among tens of thousands of flowers, not even a single leaf touched my body, but mere swill, how could it hurt me?

Just a joke.

"Fuck you, Wang Zhiyou, get out of here!"

Shen Yuanxing desperately wiped the dirt on Wang Zhiyou's body, and roared in despair.

(End of this chapter)