Food Fairy Lord

Chapter 171 Qi Zhaohua
"I can win six lives." Yang Yan said this sentence for the second time.

"Okay, but I hope you don't have this chance." Pei Ye smiled. He looked up and saw Bowang Garden in front of him.

"What about you?" Yang Yan suddenly asked.

"I?"

"Well, I've only fought against you. Can you tell me your position?"

"I should be in the top four." Pei Ye thought and said with a smile. It should be too late for the fourth generation before the martial arts competition.

"That's pretty much what I thought." Yang Yan nodded.

"What about you? You haven't been included in this list yet."

"Me?" Yang Yan gave him a strange look, "Of course I am number one."

"We're here." Pei Ye changed the subject and said, "Let's go."

In front of us is the garden gate.

Pei Ye showed Cuiyu's small sign to the waiter and walked into the garden.

After knowing where Shang Huaitong was, he went straight here.In order to predict the enemy's chances, in addition to finding out where Shang Huaitong lives and sleeps, Pei Ye will carefully note down any other information about him and not miss anything.

In fact, Yang Yan has more experience in "stepping on points", but his so-called secret ways are actually the ways of the gang, and the gang is the spy of Qijiaodong.

So it’s better to do things in the dark by the bright way.

I came here again after a day. Yesterday's chaos had disappeared, the ground was cleaned, and curtains were hung on the broken walls to temporarily cover it.

But what is left is not tranquility - another kind of excitement has taken its place here.

If the Alchemy Festival yesterday was a grand event in the martial arts world, today's Bowang Garden is preparing for Wenlin Yaochi. Waiters in Tsing Yi shuttle back and forth, wearing silk yarn, colorful satin, plaques, pen and ink, seals, and cultural relics in thousands of forms. Things with different appearances were loaded onto the boat by the lake in an orderly manner.

Looking into the distance, several small boats were already going back and forth in the lake. The destination on the other side was a small islet with lush flowers and grass in the middle of the lake.

As the saying goes, "When Luzhou opens in five miles, literary materials are lost in Bowang." The Luzhou Poetry Festival held three times a year can attract famous literati from the entire Bowang City and even Bowang Prefecture every time. It relies on the "three ratios" And hosting, to some extent, can be regarded as the third ratio of literati.

Literary talents from all over the state came here because of its reputation, and the original name came from the initiator of the Poetry Society at that time - the most famous talented woman in Bowang Prefecture, Huxia Jushi.

This talented girl became famous in the literary society when she was young. When she was 21 years old, she was not married at home and went to Shenjing to study. When she came back two years later, she was restrained in her sharpness. She often hid her skills in her heart and was happy to succeed in various elegant gatherings. Good reputation for others.

Under this situation, the woman's reputation became stronger and stronger, and the college students eagerly moved closer to this beautiful figure, not only out of the gimmick of being a "talented woman", but also because they actually had some respect and yearning for her.

So far, the Luzhou Poetry Society's reputation may have surpassed that of "The Laymen under the Lake", but countless scholars and scholars seek to participate in this society, just to meet beautiful women.

At this time in Bowang Garden, many academy students in white clothes and ink hats gathered together, painting or copying. After writing, they put the ink aside to dry, waiting for the waiter to collect it and ship it.

When Pei Ye saw this scene, he stopped for a moment and then walked towards them.

According to what I have learned in the past few days, these liberal arts scholars like to inquire about military affairs, and the people they come into contact with are of a higher level, and often have some inside information.At the same time, it is difficult for them to have any substantial contact with martial arts sects like Qijiao, and they have no scheming, so they are a rather safe and convenient source of information.

Pei Ye saw a few people talking from a distance and wanted to go over and interrupt. However, when he was about to arrive, the young man suddenly turned his head and looked towards Zhuoyue Tower. He was startled and stood still.

Before the calligraphy and painting, the conversation was still going on.

"I've been busy all morning—didn't I say I could meet the layman?"

"The layman is so busy, why did he come here?"

"It's not that the lay people will come," said the third person, "it's that the lay people will live here."

"Is that so? How come a layman lives here?"

"Of course it's because Luzhou is about to open." The second person said.

"This is actually not necessarily the case."

The words were hesitant, with some unspoken aftertaste. Just as the second person was about to ask, No. 1 suddenly said: "Brother Lei Fang, you will be invited to the Luzhou Poetry Conference this time. What poems have you prepared?"

"Hey, I'm so prepared. I only wrote two poems about autumn. The rest are nothing but autumn colors, lake water, bright moon, washing streets, a little bit of water, that's it. What else can I do?"

"Brother Lei Fang." The person next to him whispered, "She is here, why not ask her for advice?"

".This is a little inappropriate."

"Oh, you are too ignorant! Do you think that this poem will be written three times a year, and it is always the same people who come and go? Where do these many good poems come from?" The man said, "We don't know how to do it, but those celebrities must have been early I got the layman’s information. I must know the theme of which scene and what format it will be in advance! Otherwise, what if I can’t do it on site for a while and lose my role?”

"This" Xu Leifang looked embarrassed.

"nonsense!"

Xu Leifang's face was still a little troubled, and a man suddenly stood up next to him and said angrily: "Liu Zifang! Confucius said: You must believe what you say! There is no basis and no basis. It is evil talk. The evil talk deceives the people. What I heard today!"

He has a square Confucian crown, black and white clothes, and a young and upright face. He is Fang Jidao.

"The Luzhou Poetry Club is the most elegant and joyful gathering in Bowang every season. The celebrities and gentlemen gather together to drink, talk, read, and meet virtuous friends. It is enough fun! As for composing poetry, if it is done well, everyone will spread it and sing it. If you can't do it, then just laugh, what's the point of losing your identity?" Fang Jidao said angrily, "You're talking about a layman venting the problem. It's really funny! How could a layman do such petty things if he's so bright and graceful? !”

Liu Zifang, who had spoken earlier, couldn't help but tilted his head and said: "Of course, Brother Fang has been to the Poetry Society, so he is right. I am talking nonsense, why can't I find a group of people to recommend him? Why can’t I get to Luzhou myself?”

Fang Jidao suddenly stared: "Our Yinfeng Pavilion Poetry Club is obviously fair and open -"

"Okay, okay." Xu Leifang stood up quickly and said, "It's a big gathering, there's no need to quarrel, there's no need to quarrel."

"Everything in your eyes is dirty, so you should wash your eyes! Humph!" Fang Jidao flicked his sleeves, turned around and continued to write his own words.

Liu Zifang was about to speak, but suddenly his mouth closed and his eyes looked in the direction of Zhuoyue Tower.And his silence made everyone look away.

Several people around him, whether they were participating in the conversation or not, all stood up in unison.

A graceful and elegant woman is walking quietly and steadily. She has a slender eyebrow, fat skin and sandalwood lips, a light skirt, and green hair on her temples. As soon as she comes closer, her profound elegance is like a breeze blowing on her face.

It is Bowang's outstanding talent in singing xu.

"Why does it seem like there is some dispute?" The woman held a large volume of books and placed them on the table. She put her jade fingers together and arranged them into a pile, and said with a soft smile.

The court was quiet for a moment, and Liu Zifang's face turned pale - based on this woman's reputation, it would have hurt him.
Xu Leifang opened his mouth and didn't think about what to say. Next to him, Fang Jidao kept saying, "It's nothing, layman, it's just a trivial matter."

He seemed to be more unwilling for the woman to hear about this than Liu Zifang. Liu Zifang cast a grateful look, but Fang Jili ignored her.It was not as if he was trying to protect this classmate, but rather as if he did not want his words to contaminate the ears of this elegant woman.

Before the woman had time to reply, Fang Jidao had already taken a step forward and said, "Businessman, how could you do this yourself?"

He unconsciously reached out his hand to help, but the woman had just finished adjusting it in a few moments, so he retracted his hands in embarrassment.

"What's the matter of 'in person' and not 'in person'?" the woman couldn't help but smile, "I'm flattered that so many of you are willing to help."

Now even Xu Leifang, Liu Zifang and others waved their hands.

"Householder, is there anything else you need to move? Just let me do it." Fang Jidao rolled up his sleeves.The way the woman held a large handful of scrolls just now stung him a bit.Although this was neither his poetry meeting nor his scroll, the man felt a sense of regret in his heart.

"There are too many things to move, and we can't finish them in a short time." The woman smiled softly, "I have another thing to ask Mr. Fang Jidao."

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Several people looked at Fang Jidao, but Fang Jidao just stood there blankly, with only one thought in his mind - the layman actually remembered my name.
It wasn't until Xu Leifang pushed him gently that he suddenly came back to his senses. In front of him was the woman's gentle and smiling face.Only then did he realize that he had been impolitely keeping his gaze on it while he was in a daze. He quickly raised his head and looked away, but his cheeks were already burning with heat.

"well!"

"You haven't heard what's going on yet."

"Oh, then, you, layman, say it."

The woman smiled, stretched out her hand and said, "Can Mr. Fang be invited to talk in the pavilion over there?"

"Yes, yes!"

Fang Jidao agreed, then slowly turned his head to look at the small red pavilion, where the flying spring slid across the top of the pavilion, and there was no one around.

For a moment, my heart soared to a higher place.

She came to the foot of the pavilion with some light steps. The woman in front of her stretched out her hand to wash her hands in the spring water flowing down from the top. As soon as she stood on the steps, she was taller than Fang Jidao.

"Congratulations, Mr. Fang, for entering the poetry club again this time."

"Everywhere I go, I am loved by my classmates."

The woman smiled: "You're being modest, Mr. Fang's works are all excellent."

Fang Jidao's heart suddenly jumped up again - he had read my poem
But immediately his face felt hot again.

"What do Mr. Fang think of the theme of this poetry meeting?" the woman suddenly asked.

"Ah?" Fang Jidao was stunned, "Isn't it still Qiubi? And the autumn colors - ah! I am also a participant and a layman, so it is inconvenient to talk about this."

This is exactly what he was arguing with Liu Zifang just now, Fang Jidao said cautiously.

The woman smiled: "If you don't want to talk about the rest, let's just talk about Qiubi."

"Oh! Qiubi." Fang Jidao breathed a sigh of relief, "Isn't it that Sanbi has always been about praising characters? I think it's very good. Or... Oh, that's right, layman! I went to the martial arts hall that day and met many candidates. They practiced Those martial arts are really nostalgic and unforgettable. I think we lay people can also pick out a few martial arts and invite people to practice them at poetry gatherings, and then everyone can compose poems according to them."

Fang Jidao said, gradually becoming excited - this idea is indeed a good one.

He looked at the woman excitedly.

But the woman just smiled and said, "Let's talk about the characters first."

"Oh, talking about characters, what are you talking about?"

The woman lowered her head, and when she raised her head, she smiled softly and said, "Who do you think Mr. Fang is the most outstanding candidate this year?"

"The most outstanding one." Fang Jidao thought, "Of course it is——"

His throat suddenly stiffened, and some vague rumors that he disdained suddenly echoed in his ears, and "Mr. Fang's" heart began to fall rapidly.

"Yes?"

"Yes" Fang Jidao felt that his voice was dry, "Shang, Shang Huaitong, Mr. Shang."

"Yes!" The woman's smile this time was more beautiful than any other before, but Fang Jidao's lips could not curl up at all.

"So, I want to ask Mr. Fang to write a poem for him. If Mr. Fang doesn't have the time, you can use the one I wrote and read it out at the poetry meeting."

"What happens next?" The constant falling feeling in his heart made his throat tighten.

“Then I’ll come up with a better poem.”

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Oh, it's to pave the way for him.

Bang, it’s at the bottom.

"I originally wanted to give Mr. Fang a better song to post, but the style and method were wrong." The woman said apologetically.

Give me fake poems and fake names, and I won’t ask for them.

This is deception and fraud. You regard the entire Luzhou Poetry Society as a tool for him to become famous.
Fang Jidao felt that the woman in front of him was strange for a moment, but soon the feeling disappeared, and the face was still in front of him.

"Because on the night of the Luzhou Poetry Recital, someone very important to him will come to Shaolong Mansion." The woman recognized his expression and said softly, "If Young Master Fang is not willing, please keep it a secret. I will go again. Find someone else.”

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"Okay, I'd better go find-"

"Okay, I am willing." Fang Jidao said dullly.

The woman was startled, then suddenly laughed for some unknown reason, with a look of helplessness on her face: "Are you willing?"

"Ah."

"Then if you agree, you have to do it well." The woman looked at him, "You won't do it secretly."

"I won't!" Fang Jidao said, "Anyway, if I don't agree, the layman will find someone else."

"Okay, then, I have my son." The woman saluted, "I will remember this favor."

Fang Jidao returned the greeting silently, lowered his head, turned around and walked away. After taking two steps, he suddenly gritted his teeth and turned back.

"Layman!"

"Ok?"

"Is he coercing you?"

The woman was startled, then she really laughed: "What are you talking about?"

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Fang Jidao turned around silently again.

Then he saw a young man coming towards him.Originally, he would not have noticed this level of external information at this time, but the figure was indeed familiar, so he looked up and was startled for a moment. At this time, he did not forget to raise his hand and salute: "Pei Shaoxia?"

"Well, hello, Brother Fang." Pei Ye handed over his hand.

The woman under the pavilion looked over and nodded to him with a smile.

Fang Jidao looked back and said, "Does Shaoxia Pei recognize the layman?"

"Yes, I have something to say to Miss Qi." The young man's voice was clear, and he pointed to the pavilion farther away, "Miss Qi, can we go over there and talk?"

　Thanks to the leader who rewarded the boss of Ice Cracking, the boss spent a lot of money!I'm sorry that I forgot to thank you yesterday.

　　This owed me another 34 updates.

　　Although I updated it 8 minutes late today, there are more than 100 words added, so you will forgive me!
　　
　
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