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    In the wing room, the battle between the two worlds is still fierce.  The crowd on the street outside, watching the vision gradually dissipating in the night sky, no longer had any doubt or reluctance in their evaluation of Qing Ya Ge.  " Such a work that stirs the heavens and condenses things with words and ink into fragrance, no matter how arrogant and talented a person is, there is only admiration and amazement in his heart at this moment.  Even if you are jealous, no one has the courage.  On the street, the noisy crowd was quiet.  With complex thoughts in their hearts, everyone looked at the snowflakes in the sky and the fragrant night sky, all seeming to be silently thinking about the same question.  "I heard that on the birthday of Old General Meng, the Marquis of Xiang, who was canonized by the Queen, seemed to have appeared. At that time, the young man wrote a small poem casually, and a vision suddenly occurred, and the entire General's Mansion shook. Today.  Is this poem related to him?" "If it's not what I expected, that Xianghou must have come here tonight." "After thinking about it, there is no way that we in Douxue City can be so powerful.  Could it be that the young Marquis really did this?" Everyone frowned and began to speculate in their minds.  However, before they could ask, the beautiful woman on the second floor of Qingya Pavilion carefully put away the paper, with a smile in her eyes, and said loudly: "This little poem "Yong Mei" won the final prize tonight.  You must have no objections to the first place in a test question, right?" Everyone looked up at her and were silent, but they were secretly muttering in their hearts: Are you talking nonsense? If you can't get the first place for this poem, then why not?  Which song can I get? It¡¯s clear that we are asking questions knowingly. We are not idiots. How can we have opinions? Do we dare to have opinions? When the beautiful woman saw this, she smiled slightly and said: "Since everyone has no opinions, then this result is  That¡¯s settled. As for the author of this little poem, everyone must be curious, right?¡± Everyone murmured and murmured, this girl is very good-looking, but she talks too much.  The beautiful woman no longer whetted her appetite, and looked at a window of the restaurant opposite. With a smile on her face, she announced loudly: "If you mention the author of "Yong Mei", everyone may know him. He is not someone else, but us."  Chen Jianchen of Dou Xuecheng, General Chen!" As soon as these words came out, everyone exclaimed, their faces filled with astonishment and disbelief.  "What? It's General Chen, how is that possible?" "No way, it's that Fatty Chen! I heard that he's not good at humanities or martial arts, how could he write such a poem?" "That's right, I am.  I don¡¯t really believe it. This is too outrageous. Even General Meng is more convincing than Fatty Chen.¡± The talented men and women on the street suddenly became excited, and everyone was talking about it.  This thing is too absurd.  Accompanied by the general, Meng Yan mingled at the outside of the crowd. When he heard the beautiful woman's words and listened to everyone's discussion, he couldn't help twirling his beard and laughing.  Xiao Qing, who was adopted as an adopted daughter, also followed beside her. Seeing the old man smiling happily, she also smiled and said: "It seems that everyone has a better impression of me than General Chen." Meng Yan laughed.  , said: "Then Fatty Chen is playing with fire and burning himself now. Everyone knows that he is not a mediocre person, but they also know that he is not a talented person. Even if I guess this little poem with my toes, I know it is not him.  Made it." Xiaoqing's eyes were bright, looking at the window of the restaurant not far away, and she said with admiration: "Sir, Xiaoqing also knows that this poem must have been written by Young Master Yang." Meng Yan said with a smile.  He nodded, turned to look at her, and said, "What did Xueer say in reply?" Xiaoqing said happily: "The lady said that she likes the song "Magpie Bridge Immortal" very much, and asked me to thank Mr. Yang on her behalf."  Meng Yan looked into the distance and lowered his voice: "Has she ever mentioned that she has met the Queen?" Xiao Qing shook her head and said, "The carrier pigeon is not safe. The lady didn't mention anything." Meng Yan suddenly said.  He smiled and said: "My daughter is not as careless as me. I feel relieved to have her in the capital." The surrounding families dispersed silently, and those who were watching the excitement quietly squeezed into the distance.  at.  In the wing room, Sima Xiaowei hugged Yang Ye tightly, biting her lip and said, "I don't believe that little poem was written by General Chen." Yang Ye kissed her red cheek and said with a smile.  "Then do you need to go to Qingya Pavilion later?" Sima Xiaowei showed a hint of disappointment in her eyes and said, "Since Mr. Yang didn't show up, what should I do?" The corner of Yang Ye's mouth curled up slightly.  , looked at her and said: "Xiao Wei, my name is also Yang Ye, you can imagine me as that Mr. Yang." The girl smiled, put her hot cheek against his chest, and said: "No,  You are you and he is him, I won¡¯t get confused." The two were talking close to each other when someone suddenly appeared on the second floor opposite.??A woman with a black veil on her face.  As soon as the woman appeared, the beautiful woman presiding over the cultural gathering and several courtesans beside her immediately bowed and saluted, their faces full of respect.  The restless crowd on the street gradually became quiet.  The masked woman came to the railing, looked directly at a window of the restaurant opposite, and said softly: "General Chen, the little girl holds a cultural gathering every year, and no one dares to cheat. This year, it seems that someone will not give the little girl this opportunity."  "Face." Chen Jianchen, who was standing at the window, looked embarrassed and complained in a low voice: "This boy Yang, you did me a lot of harm tonight. I asked him to help me compose a poem, but he composed a random and low-key poem."  It¡¯s enough to get first place, why do you have to compose such an earth-shattering song "Yong Mei"?" Zhang Jian behind him suppressed his laughter and cautiously glanced back at the little girl who was eating.  , whispered to defend Yang Ye: "General, Mr. Yang always did it casually, and it was the same at Mr. Meng's birthday banquet." Chen Jianchen patted his thigh and said with a sad face: "Blame me for being stupid, and blame that boy for being too stupid.  "Pervert, now it's better. If you get caught, you won't be able to see her again." "General, is that woman really that big of an arrogant person that you can't even meet?"  " Zhang Jian asked with a puzzled face.  Chen Jianchen sighed, a look of solemnity flashed in his eyes, and said: "My title as a general is nothing in front of others. She is not a worldly person. Even people like Mr. Meng sometimes want to see her.  Hearing her talk about the scenery and people in the world, I have to send someone to make an appointment first. Who is I?  Speak, that little lady will ask you, if you won first place, do you dare to come to Qingyage to make demands of me?" When Chen Jianchen heard this, his face changed slightly, he could only cough twice, completely opened the curtain, and said with an apologetic smile.  : "Master Mei Pavilion, it is Chen who is at fault this time. Chen apologizes to you. As for the first place, I, Chen Jianchen, really don't have the guts to take it for myself." In the street, everyone listened to the exchange between the two.  They were all stunned and looked at each other.  "It turns out that Fatty Chen is cheating! Let me tell you, why did he suddenly become so powerful?" "Hmph, I had already guessed that the author of "Yong Mei" was not him, but the master of the Qingya Pavilion is really  He is so powerful that he was able to prevent Fatty Chen from stepping down in front of many of us. " "However, the author of that poem is not him, so who could it be? Could it be" "I guess,  Only that person has this strength. "On the second floor, the masked woman turned a deaf ear to everyone's comments, but looked at Chen Jianchen opposite and said: "Since General Chen said this, it is naturally the best.  According to the rules of the literary society, the first place is "Yong Mei". The young lady must meet its author and hope that General Chen will not hesitate to fulfill it. " Chen Jianchen looked embarrassed when he heard this.  "Yang Ye, am I right? I said that poem was definitely not written by General Chen." In the room, Sima Xiaowei hugged Yang Ye, her little face full of pride.  Yang Ye frowned slightly as he listened to the answers outside, and secretly said in his heart: Uncle Chen, Uncle Chen, please don¡¯t betray me, otherwise, you won¡¯t be able to ask me to write anything for you next time.  Chen Jianchen knew that Yang Ye was listening in the innermost box, so he was very embarrassed. Just when he was sighing at the contradiction, the little girl who was eating behind him suddenly raised her head and asked: "Fat Chen, who is the first author?"  Aren't you going to see the masked woman and make a random request to her?" Chen Jianchen turned to look at her, nodded and said, "That's it." The little girl smiled when she heard this and said, "  Uncle Chen, does he know if that woman is pretty or not?" Chen Jianchen was stunned, thought for a moment, and said, "I don't know if she's pretty or not, but I know that she is definitely the most charming and charming woman in Douxue City.  , For men, no one can resist. " The little girl's eyes lit up, she put down the snack in her hand, and said: "Then if the first place asked her to sleep with him, would she be willing?  " "Sleep with?" When Chen Jianchen heard this, he was very frightened and said: "Absolutely not. Although she will indeed keep her promise, if she really makes her angry, it will be over for her after sleeping with her.  She will definitely kill that man, and no one can stop him." "Then has she slept with anyone else?" the little girl asked.  Chen Jianchen thought for a while and said: "I've never heard of this, but I heard that as long as someone makes this request, they usually won't see that person the next day." The little girl listened with great interest and tilted her head to think about it.  , suddenly clapped his hands and said excitedly: "Interesting, then you tell her the truth and say that the poem was written by my brother. I will go to see my brother and ask him to buy some medicine and prepare to sleep with her."?? ? Chen Jianchen stared at her dumbfounded and said with trembling lips: "Isn't thisis this inappropriate?" The little girl waved her hand and said: "There's nothing wrong. Just tell the truth. She's just a woman. She is.  She sleeps with a man, and she is lucky that my brother sleeps with her." After that, she jumped out of the door.  Chen Jianchen and Zhang Jian looked at each other in confusion.
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