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Jiang Feng went close to Mu Qing's ear and whispered, "You want to know?"

Mu Qing was so infuriated that her ears twitched. However, she didn't avoid them out of curiosity and nodded her head, "Un!"

Jiang Feng drew a little closer and felt as if he was about to drown in Mu Qing's elegant fragrance. "Then come to my room tonight, I'll tell you!"

"Alright!" Mu Qing shrunk his body and said.

She then reacted and slapped Jiang Feng with a heavy palm, shouting, "You're hateful!"

Jiang Feng fled in panic. He didn't know if Mu Qing would ask him again and again whether he would say something like the legendary and heaven-defying Supreme Being Divine Stone, but before that, he had to hold her hand and kiss her mouth!

Everyone didn't understand why Jiang Feng and Mu Qing had started to chase each other and play around all of a sudden, but why did it seem like they were flirting and showing off their love for each other! Hey, since the Sentiment Pavilion is so large, can you consider us single dogs who haven't even taken care of our female companions!

"Lord Bai is here, Lord Bai is here!"

Jiang Feng and Mu Qing gradually stood at a corner of the Painting Poetry Pavilion. Suddenly, the crowd became restless. They walked to the door together with Wang Xia and collided with Zhou Jing, who was about to leave.

"Sir … Master Bai!" Zhou Jing looked at the elegant middle-aged man dressed in a blue silk brocade robe and with a goatee, he saluted with his hands folded before him.

"What a good nephew Zhou!" Ming An City's second-in-command, Bai Lan, looked at Zhou Jing happily and said, "This poetry meet is about to start. Where are you going?"

"I have something to take care of, so I'll be leaving first!" Zhou Jing lowered his head.

Bai Lan had an unhappy look on her face as she said, "Honorable Nephew Zhou, yesterday you were at my house discussing a poetry meet. Why did you suddenly have something to do today?" Go back and take your seat! "

Zhou could do nothing but say, "Master Bai, to tell you the truth, I had a duel with someone just now and lost miserably in the end. I'm too ashamed to go back!"

Bai Lan nodded, wanting to let Zhou Jing leave. However, she was in the middle of discussing business with Zhou Yifeng's father, Zhou Tianfu, for the past few days, so as to get closer to him.

Therefore, he laughed and said, "Young Zhou, your poetry is much better than your painting! Wait for me to set the question and I'll help you take back one city, okay? "

Zhou Jing's eyes lit up. That's right, he'd fallen for such a big trap, and he'd surely become a laughingstock now. But who would still dare laugh at him if he was a head above Jiang Feng in poetry?

He hurriedly bowed to Bai Lan, saying, "Thank you."

After which, Zhou Jing followed Bai Lan and more than ten youths who came with Bai Lan into the Painting Pavilion.

"Hello, Master Bai, hello!" Everyone stood up and greeted Bai Lan. One had to know that Bai Lan not only had a high position, he was also extremely proficient in poetry. Many people wanted his guidance.

"Please take responsibility for me being late!" Bai Lan said as he sat down at the head of the table and chairs placed under the pavilion.

"Bro Bai Lan is not late at all, I wonder if we can start the poetry meet?" Bai Xiang'er asked. She and Bai Lan were relatives, that was why the biggest literary meeting in the city was often chosen to go to the Poetry Pavilion.

Bai Lan nodded, and the others started to take their seats.

Under the envious gaze of the crowd, Jiang Feng sat down at the distinguished guest seat closest to Bai Lan.

However, if the crowd found out that Jiang Feng was happily sitting at the guest's table because the snacks here looked better than the rest, who knew if they would be so angry that they would vomit blood.

"Jiang Feng, Lord Bai Lan's poems have been selected for the seven cities' annual anthology. I never thought that you would be able to sit so close to him and listen to his poems!" Mu Qing whispered to Jiang Feng, the way she addressed him had changed from Teacher Jiang to the intimate Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng's mouth was stuffed with pastries as he said vaguely, "Mm, yes, that's not a big deal, that's just a small thing …"

Bai Lan also saw the two unfamiliar faces of Jiang Feng and Mu Qing. Mu Qing was fine, but she had a dignified and dignified demeanor. However, Jiang Feng had a relaxed and relaxed demeanor which didn't have the bearing of a scholar.

He furrowed his brow, and Zhou Jing immediately guessed what he was thinking. He bent down and said, "This Jiang Feng just won against me in the appraisal process. That's why he's sitting at the distinguished guest seat."

Bai Lan nodded and was even more dissatisfied with Jiang Feng in her heart. She said in a low voice, "I'll wait for nephew to teach him a lesson!"

Zhou Jing was overjoyed. He didn't care about how others looked at him. He held his head high and puffed up his chest, as if Jiang Feng had already been stepped on by him.

Next was Bai Lan's colloquium. From the rhythm to the style, from the style to the use of words, everyone listened with dazzled eyes, listening until Jiang Feng felt drowsy.

It wasn't that Jiang Feng didn't want to accept a foreign culture, it was just that the Immortal Pet Continent's poetry culture was too substandard. It didn't even have a strict rules or words.

"..."

"Pa Pa Pa …" A round of applause rang out, and Jiang Feng woke up from his nap. He said in a daze, "Class is over?"

"What?!" Master Bai is done! " Mu Qing said with dissatisfaction. Which girl didn't want to receive a few love poems? But seeing Jiang Feng's attitude towards Bai Lan was obviously hopeless.

"Hehe, hehe!" Jiang Feng awkwardly laughed a few times. For a moment, he thought that he had returned to that teacher's lesson, to the university classroom that was filled with sleeping students.

"Lift the curtains!" Bai Lan smacked her teacup and said lightly. This lesson had been quite successful, of course, other than Jiang Feng, who had slept right after his snacks, he had to be taught a good lesson!

After Bai Lan finished speaking, Bai Xiang'er pressed some buttons, and the red wooden screens covering the Painting Sect all began to close. The bright moonlight sprinkled into the room, and before she knew it, the sky had already turned dark.

Everyone stood up and began to move.

"The moonlight is so bright, how beautiful!"

"The night is as cold as water, and the moonlight welcomes you. My heart is filled with comfort!"

"The beautiful scenery of a beautiful morning and the full moon. This trip was not in vain!"

Jiang Feng: "Holy shit, the sky's already dark!"

"Hahaha!" A sneer came from beside him. Jiang Feng scratched his head in embarrassment, he really wasn't suitable for a scholar to come to this kind of place.

Zhou Quan, on the other hand, was secretly delighted. With your cultural attainments, who knows what kind of dogshit luck you had just come across when you guessed the origin of the painting. Wait a minute, I'll definitely teach you a lesson!

Bai Lan finished her tea, stood up and said, "Friends, how about we give each other a question?"

Usually, when everyone had heard Bai Lan's speech, they would write some poems to comment on it. However, Bai Lan had always smiled and didn't say anything. Now, he had taken the initiative to suggest that there was no reason for him to not support her.

Even Mu Qing was eager to give it a try. He asked Jiang Feng, "What kind of questions do you think Master Bai will come up with?"

Jiang Feng looked at the full moon in the sky and said, "Such a large moon, it'll probably be the moon."

Mu Qing shook her head. "Since ancient times, there have been many poems written on the moon. It would be impossible for Master Bai to come up with such a vulgar question."

Just as Mu Qing finished speaking, Bai Lan smiled and said, "Since everyone agrees and the moon is shining so brightly today, how about we start with the moon?!"

Mu Qing was speechless.

Jiang Feng clutched his stomach and laughed heartily.

"Humph!" What was there to laugh about! Ignore you! " Mu Qing pouted and turned his head to the side.

"This one is untalented. I am willing to sacrifice everything to compose a poem!" Zhou Jing said under Bai Lan's instructions.

Bai Lan nodded, looked at Jiang Feng and said, "Little friend, when I was preaching, I was absent-minded. How about you compose a poem with your nephew Zhou and have a gambling match? "