My Young Lord Is Really Righteous

　　 Jia Sidao's roar exploded in the alley.

　　 Let the noise in the alley suddenly calm down, and the needle drop can be heard.

　　The literati poker is a group of people who are most sensitive to gossip...

　　 In an instant, in the quiet alley, it suddenly swept like a hurricane and exploded completely.

　　 "What? What did this person say? Lord Luo Hong stole his invitation?"

　　 "That's right, Master Hu's Wenhui seems to have never invited Young Master Luo Hong, is it true that the invitation was stolen?"

　　 "Stealing invitations, uninvited, insulting gentleman! What is the Lord Luohong doing?!"

　　 The noisy voice suddenly exploded, and the literati's mouth was not stingy with a murderous knife.

　　 While in the process of pouncing, Jia Sidao heard the people around him question Luo Hong, and his heart was as refreshing as eating an iced watermelon in June.

　　 Maintaining a hideous face, Jia Sidao rushed towards Luo Hong frantically, intending to fight Luo Hong, and let Luo Hong lose face in front of many literati and Confucians!

　　 Luo Hong obviously did not expect that Jia Sidao would actually squat against him here.

　　 However, I have experienced the evil case of Heiyun Village.

　　 His psychological quality is not comparable to the past.

　　 just raised an eyebrow when he saw it.

　　 Is this Jia Sidao trying to make him famous?

　　 "What reputation do you think this son cares about?"

　　 Luo Hong curled his lips.

　　 also didn't spend Yin Sha Qi to call Di Shan Xie Ying.

　　 The sword energy surging in the meridian of Luohong surged out and gathered in the palm of the hand.

　　 After stimulating the sword qi, the positive yang qi on Luo Hong's body was like a rainbow, dazzling, like a small blazing sun.

The white brocade robe on 　　 has no wind, and the wind blows sand and rocks.

　　 Luo Hong kicked out, and immediately kicked Jia Sidao's abdomen.

　　 The huge force caused Jia Sidao to lie down on the ground and slide out several meters.

　　 Jia Sidao was so scared, he didn't expect Luo Hong to do it without hesitation.

　　 Luo Hong throws his hand, and the sword energy gathered in his palm suddenly falls.

　　 Boom!

　　 Sword Qi exploded in front of Jia Sidao's head, and the bluestone ground in the alley was blown out of a small hole, and the rubble flew off, slashing the face of Jia Sidao who was lying on the ground, and the blood flowed.

　　 Silence!

　　Death silence.

　　 Those around him who watched the excitement weren't too much trouble, and even prepared to echo Luo Hong's reputation and yelling literati poosers, immediately shut their mouths.

　　 What's more, two tremors.

　　 They just remembered at this time that Luo Hong had smashed Heiyunzhai with one sword by himself, and he was a ruthless man who killed evil!

　　 Even if he seems to be a good person, but the sword of Lord Luo Hong... but the sword that is really bloody!

　　 Everyone shut up.

　　 Jia Sidao was scared and pale. If this sword aura fell on him, he was afraid that he would be smashed, and he might just die.

　　 "My son took your invitation, so what?"

　　 Luo Hong glanced at Jia Sidao. Luo Hong remembered the guy who broke his villain's plan very clearly, so he didn't give him a good temper.

　　The only flaw is that he didn't write the guy Jia Sidao into the target, otherwise he would properly get a lot of evil!

　　 "Jia Sidao...I know, isn't it the rogue scholar in Anping County?"

　　 "It took ten years to get a talented person in the exam. It's a shameless thing."

　　 "Master Luo Hong is right, what qualifications does he have to participate in the literary meeting! It is insulting to be gentle!"

　　 Luo Hong showed a thunderous method, and caused the surrounding literati to speak up, and he actually began to attack Jia Sidao.

　　 Luo Hong glanced at the people present and curled his lips.

　　 Heh, scholar.

　　……

　　 Qinghualou.

　　 The third floor wing room.

　　 Inside the house, incense curls up, and the tent rises gently in the breeze.

　　 The strings tremble lightly, the faint melody, accompanied by the crisp singing voice, is like a ying wailing, sweet to the ear.

　　 There are women who are picturesque, dressed in light veil, and their graceful body twists in a seductive arc along with the sound of the piano, their eyes are silky, and their eyes are full of affection.

　　In the distance, there is a bamboo mat spread out between the wooden floor slabs, a figure lying sideways with one hand supporting his face.

　　 On the edge of the bamboo mat, there are various fruit plates on which are dripping clean fruits.

　　 Listening to the small song, admiring the beautiful woman.

　　 is a very extravagant life.

　　 Outside the door, the dressed-up old bustard opened his mouth full of joy.

　　 "Master Hu, the sons underneath are here, and they are all urging the start of the literary meeting."

　　 The old bust said with joy.

　　 Master Hu took up the entire Qinghualou, what she can earn is a lot, and it can also make the reputation of Qinghualou, she is naturally happy.

"understood."

　　 A faint voice came from the tent.

　　 Through the projection between the paper windows, he could see Master Hu getting up, approaching slowly, and hugging the Fuqin woman.

　　The experienced old bustard suddenly smiled meaningfully and turned away.

　　 However...

　　 What the old bustard didn't know was the moment she turned and left.

　　 The sound of the piano in the house suddenly stopped.

　　 噗嗤!

　　 The red blood, sprayed like a column, stained a large area of ​​window paper.

The piercing sound of 　　 string breaking, accompanied by the creeping sound of skin peeling, lingers between the tents.

　　 "The tenth human skin, there are still nine..."

　　 with a slightly honest laughter haunting the room.

　　 Wow.

　　 The door was pushed open.

　　 A fat man with a few blessings, looking naive, with bright and fair skin, wiped his hands with a white cloth, and walked out slowly.

　　 "When this literary meeting is over, I can end it. If the Bronze Evil Order is reached, the small Anping County does not meet my status. It is time to go to Jiangling."

　　 "So, this time...you can make a big wave."

Jingle Bell……

　　 suddenly.

　　 The fat old man squinted his eyes, and with a shake of his hand, a black iron token slipped out of his sleeve.

　　 The black iron token is shaking slightly.

　　 The smile on the face of the fat man suddenly became stronger and stronger.

　　……

　　 In the Qinghualou, a group of women from Yingyingyanyan, like butterflies wagging in the flowers, shuttled among the literati and saucy.

　　 Luo Hong was a little dazzled when he entered it. In his past and present, he was the first time he set foot in this legendary place.

　　 The banquets are laid out one by one, and the various foods on the table are delicious and delicious.

　　 Lingluo fell down, wool blankets from Houthi were spread on the ground, lanterns were hung high, it was extremely luxurious.

　　 At many banquet tables near the center, there are women wearing rouge and gouache sitting, smiling like flowers, and talking to the wine.

　　 However, Luo Hong was outside the Qinghua Tower, showing his mighty power, which made many literati and pompous guests a little frightened. At this moment, the eyes of Luo Hong were in awe.

　　 Luo Hong calmed down, pretending that he was very skilled.

　　 sat down on a wine table on the edge according to the seat number on the post.

　　 Some scholars and talents at the same table laughed a little awkwardly.

　　 Because this table is close to the edge, there are no women to accompany it.

　　The people at the table are all dry drinking, and the atmosphere is very rigid.

　　 Everyone wanted to chat with Young Master Luohong, but thinking of Luo Hong's harsh methods before, the legendary and easygoing Young Master Luohong seemed to be less talkative than he thought.

　　 Luo Hong is happy in his heart.

　　 Isn’t the purpose of his trip to disrupt this literary meeting?

　　 It seems that it is beginning to be effective.

　　 Sitting on the chair, Luo Hong was too lazy to greet the people around him, grabbed the chopsticks, UU read www.uukanshu.com and feasted.

　　 This wine table is relatively marginal and is not qualified for prostitutes, which is rather regrettable for Luo Hong.

　　 Soon, after thirty years of drinking, the atmosphere of the literary meeting began to grow stronger.

　　 There are even sorrows who can't help but get up and recite the beautiful articles they have prepared for the literary meeting for many days.

　　The woman who accompanies the wine is also quite talented. When praised, it is just right, so that Sao Ke's heart is greatly satisfied.

　　 This may be one of the reasons why Qinghualou has become a place for men in Anping County.

　　 suddenly.

The atmosphere of 　　 Wenhui became more and more heated.

　　Many literati poosers all got up.

　　 "Master Hu!"

　　 "I haven't seen you for many years, Master Hu is actually getting younger and younger."

　　 "Master Hu is a blessed person at first sight."

　　 The compliments of a literati pooja, as if to lift the roof of Qinghualou.

　　 Mr. Hu, holding a cane, is naive, with a gentle smile on his chubby face, smiling to greet everyone.

　　 However, Master Hu's eyes were instantly attracted by Luo Hong who was sitting on the edge table.

Ok?

　　Master Hu has a smile on his face.

　　 However, in his eyes, Luo Hong's body is full of righteousness like a rainbow, just like a majestic and righteous scholar.

　　 "Confucianism?"

　　Master Hu smiled without a smile, his eyes flashed with cold light.

　　 Is he... he is being watched?

　　 Luo Hong, who was stuffing his mouth, also stagnated.

　　 The black iron token he stuffed in his arms was actually at this moment... trembling violently!

　　 Luo Hong was taken aback, feeling something in his heart, turned his head, and looked at Hu Zhishui, who was naive.

　　 Hu Zhishui was also looking at Luo Hong with a smile.