Which wine bag and rice bag should you choose? As expected of a brothel woman, so short-sighted!

"Clam, clam, clam, clam—"

Master Shenxu, who was watching Zhao Rong closely and did not receive the return envelope, suddenly laughed.

Suddenly the sound filled the quiet hall.

He stuck the folding fan on the collar behind his head, put his hands on his hips, pointed at Gu Yiwu, laughed arrogantly, and his face flushed, as if he was no longer so weak for the time being.

"Hey, hey, hey, you still want to compete with me? Even you little people are worthy of it? Give me the upper hand!"

The students of Justice Hall brushed their hands and stood up in unison!

Only Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu sat alone.

Gu Yiwu squinted his eyes slightly and looked at the vain young master who looked like a villain.

Zhao Rong's expression remained unchanged, he tapped his thigh with two fingers and looked sideways at this dude.

He raised his other hand and grabbed Zhao Qian'er, who was about to take a step forward, "I'm thirsty."

The little girl had a calm face, stopped her steps, and went to pour the tea obediently without saying a word.

Not far away, a figure of a green-eyed man holding a sword appeared at the door of the hall at some unknown time. He leaned on the left side of the door and looked sleepily at the farce in the hall.

The guests in the hall were watching the excitement, and there were still a few maids in Qingshang who were busy returning poems while trotting.

At this time, Gu Yiwu, who was the center of attention, raised his hand to stop the students behind him.

Master Shenxu took a few steps back and hid behind his followers, then continued to laugh and said seductively:

"What? Are you dissatisfied with my defeat? Hahahaha, are you angry? Fairy Luo Xiu is impressed by my literary talent..."

"Mr.. Gongzi."

At this moment, a timid girl's voice sounded next to Mr. Shenxu.

"What are you doing?" Master Shenxu yelled in displeasure at being interrupted, and turned around, "I didn't see that I was busy..."

His voice stopped abruptly, like a male duck whose neck was chopped off with a kitchen knife.

Everyone turned their eyes curiously and saw a young girl in Qing Shang beside Mr. Shenxu presenting an envelope.

The attendants around him looked embarrassed.

Master Shenxu's complexion changed, like a heated water furnace, steaming up, his expression became extremely ugly and turned red.

"Impossible..." He snatched the envelope and tore it violently, revealing soft moonlight and melancholy sounds inside.

Astonishingly, it was the top-notch poem that I submitted.

The meaning is obvious, he was not chosen by Fairy Luo Xiu.

Master Shenxu uttered a syllable that symbolized a certain plant.

The whole audience resounded again.

However, at this time, the guests in the hall had no time to pay attention to him. Instead, they looked around in surprise to see who had not received the returned envelope.

In the hall on the first floor, the last maid in Qingshang hurriedly handed the envelope to a delicate young man who was beating his chest and stamping his feet, and his face was full of joy a second ago.

The whole place fell silent.

Everyone looked around, but no one looked like they had won the prize.

They stared at each other, and then they all turned their attention to the stunning girl in the center of the stage.

She was wearing a white tulle, staring down at the envelope that no one could read.

The next second, Luo Xiu suddenly stood up. With two soft hands on her chest, she gently pinched the lower corners of the ordinary envelope and walked towards the audience.

step.

Two steps.

Three steps.

All the eyes of the audience fell on her. After Luo Xiu got off the stage, she turned to the left, far away from the angry and flushed Master Shenxu, and walked directly towards Yijiao without even looking at him...

…

Gu Yiwu and others were sitting at the table. The tense atmosphere had disappeared long ago after Mr. Shenxu slapped him in the face.

Everyone looked weird.

Gu Yiwu, who squinted his eyes, also looked surprised. He and the students of Zhengyi Hall looked around the hall, but found nothing.

Gu Yiwu looked around, frowning and said: "Ziyu, she didn't choose the two top-notch poems... Hey, this fairy has stepped down, who is she going to find?"

Zhao Rong behind him took a sip of tea, put down the teacup, and thought about it.

"If you guessed correctly, it should be me."

Gu Yiwu subconsciously responded, "Oh, that's it..."

Suddenly, his voice paused, he reacted, and shook his head helplessly, "Tzuyu, stop joking, I'm not so nervous now."

"Gu...Brother Gu." A student said in a daze.

Gu Yiwu, who was paying attention to the movement of Luo Xiu in the distance, said casually: "What's wrong?"

Behind him, invisible, the students of the Hall of Justice all showed expressions of bewilderment and did not speak.

Seeing that his student didn't reply, Gu Yiwu frowned and turned around, when his eyes caught sight of someone's hand next to the empty desktop without a piece of paper.

The burly man's body stiffened, with only his Adam's apple bulging, as if he had swallowed quietly.

He stared blankly at Zhao Rong and asked tentatively: "Zi... Ziyu, you, where are your limericks?"

Zhao Rong handed the tea cup back to the little girl with bright eyes behind him.

He raised his eyes and looked behind Gu Yiwu, sighing slightly.

"Here, she delivered it."

Under the countless gazes, Luo Xiu looked directly past Gu Yiwu and other students who seemed to be stunned.
Chapter completed!