The sturdy little chef

Chapter 442 Serving with Pen and Ink

"There is no Wubi who can beat my young lady. What the young lady means is, let's have another literary competition, come and serve me with pen and ink!"

An old man on the stage suddenly announced with great anger.

Wenbi is great!

Yuan Yang said loudly, "Wenbi, how do you compare?"

Mr. Yuan Yang is dressed up, his face is like jade, his eyebrows are painted in ink, he is dressed in white, and he is sitting on a horse. He looks handsome and coquettish, absolutely stunning!
The veiled woman took a look and fell down!
In an instant, even the voice became delicate, "You can write lyrics or poems, you can do whatever you want!"

As soon as the words fell, several scholars immediately rushed up.

Yuan Yang got off his horse and walked up.

"Are you going to join in the fun too?" Sun Mo grabbed him with one hand, with an incredulous expression on his face.

"Why don't you join in? Life is short, enjoy yourself in time, I'll see you, I'll get you a lady back!" Yuan Yang blinked his dark eyes, and gave him a big eye!

Sun Mo blushed!If you disagree with each other, you will be shocked, is it really okay?

Xue Piao coughed twice and swallowed.

Qingfeng Moyu looked at each other.

Mo Yu felt that he still had to report to his master, so he reined in his horse and turned around, walked to the side of the carriage, and said in a low voice, "Master, Miss Yuan has gone to a martial arts competition to recruit relatives."

When the fourth master heard this, he was stunned for two seconds, "A martial arts competition to recruit relatives?"

"Well, martial arts competition to recruit relatives."

Fourth Master's handsome face darkened, she was a woman, she could cause a big accident after he walked away for a while, no matter what kind of martial arts competition or kiss!
"I'll go and have a look." He swished up and got out of the carriage.

Xue Fanghua was left alone in the carriage with a surprised face.

Xue Fanghua was so angry that she wanted to bang her head against the wall!
She just resorted to a little trick, saying that she was dizzy, and asked the master to come up to accompany her, but who knew that woman was even more amazing, and even came to the competition to recruit relatives!
Damn, this goddamn scheming bitch!

On the stage here, a group of young masters shook their heads, and they were already doing their best!

Du Yuanyang held a pen and was contemplating.

The veiled girl on the side stared at her anxiously. This handsome young man is not an idiot, he is not reckless, but don't let down this beautiful and good skin!

The sons have already written and submitted them one after another, of course they are all kinds of praises that can go to heaven.

My beauty, my beauty, you are the moon in the sky, the beautiful Chang'e, the snowy plum in winter, and the fiery red rose.

How beautiful, how boastful!
The veiled girl looked at it, her face was pale, and she didn't mean to be moved at all.

He just stared at the young man who was still struggling with the pen.

What Yuan Yang struggles with is not that she can't write poems. There are [-] poems from Tang and Song Dynasties, and she can memorize them even if she can't compose them.
Why didn't I think of my ugly handwriting just now!

What an impulsive punishment!
The veiled girl was so anxious that she wanted to help him write it herself, but with so many people watching, she was afraid of breaking the rules, so she thought, as long as he writes, even if what he writes is shit, she will recognize it!

It's just that I don't explain it because of the color!
"My lord, what's the matter, is there?" The old man, seeing that his young lady was in a hurry and he was also in a hurry, couldn't help but reminded him in a low voice.

"Yes, it's just..." Yuan Yang raised his eyes and smiled, with a shy expression on his face.

"It's good if you have it, it's good if you have it, write it quickly!" The old man wiped his sweat, but it is considered to be there, if not, the young lady is furious, his old life is in danger!
"Oh, then I will write it!"

"Write fast, write fast!"

The old man can't wait to kneel down!Son, stop torturing people!
The young lady's temper comes as soon as she says it, the little one can't bear it!

"Then I will really write it!" Yuan Yang said again shyly.

In fact, she still wants some face!Helpless, people are in the rivers and lakes!

The old man's legs softened, and if he did this again, he would really kneel down!

Yuan Yang picked up the pen and wrote a poem at a snail's pace!

The young masters next to him took a glance, and suddenly coaxed, all of them burst into laughter!
　Little fairies, I'm sorry, I changed the article today, it's a bit late, and it's still the tenth update, okay^^
　　
　
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