Chapter 134

Song Xijiao always knew that Ling Ziqing was famous in Jinzhou City, otherwise this time he would not specially play his banner to attract people. But when the wine downstairs that sound love infatuated "linggongzi" and "Ziqing childe" spread to the upstairs, she was still surprised to open her eyes.

You know, this is ancient times. In ancient times, women were able to let go of the constraints and express their admiration for Ling Ziqing in public. To what extent did they like it so much that they could not hold on to it?

The breeze is a strange look, went to the railing, directly closed the window.

"How does it feel to be a superstar?" Song Xijiao sat opposite him and asked in a funny way.

Lingziqing tea hand slightly a meal, do not understand the way: "superstar?"

"It is Huge stars, can flash other people's eyes, let others can't help but be attracted to you

There is such a saying, Ling Ziqing smile: "you are also my superstar, how do you feel?"

Again! Song Xijiao pouted. To tell the truth, she didn't feel happy about Ling Ziqing's good intentions. Because she already has Zhongchun, as long as Zhongchun has her in mind, the kindness of other men will only be trouble.

What's more, although she doesn't have the heartfelt affection for the women downstairs, who doesn't want to know a gentleman like Ling Ziqing?

Everyone else has the reason and qualification to get to know each other, but she has to flinch because of Ling Ziqing's good intentions, for the sake of avoiding suspicion. It's a pity!

Therefore, she can only take the trouble to repeat the refusal words, so that he can die as soon as possible: "I have been married, I can only be a superstar of Zhongchun, you, or look for other stars as soon as possible."

Ling Ziqing, however, laughed but did not speak.

The breeze on the other side couldn't hold his breath. His face was black and heavy. He suddenly interrupted: "Miss Song, you are doing such a big thing today. That Hunter doesn't come to help you. Inside and outside, you have to work alone and return the stars!"

Song Xijiao immediately said: "he has his business, I have my business, we are busy with their own, nothing bad."

"His business?" "Hunting?"

Song Xijiao, however, was totally indifferent and said with a smile, "yes, he likes hunting very much. Even in winter and December, he is never absent. There are many rabbits, roosters and all kinds of herbs on the mountain, which are never seen before! Young master Ling, you are in good health now. It's a good time for spring to bloom. You should go out and have a look. "

"No one to accompany, go out and stay in the house, there is no difference."

Just as he was talking, gongs suddenly rang out outside!

Before I knew it, the poetry contest was over. The shop assistant sent the works of the scholars up and put them in front of Ling Ziqing.

Looking at the thick pile that is more than imagined, song Xijiao is afraid of being tired of Ling Ziqing, so she asks Qingfeng to help him sort them out, put them together and put them in bad ones. But whether it's good or bad, Ling Ziqing always throws it aside.

Song Xijiao suddenly began to play drum, will not find Ling Ziqing out, is a bad idea. After all, with lingziqing's standard, the whole Jinzhou City can't find one that can enter his eyes! In case you can't choose the first place in the end, this hype will be wasted?

All of a sudden, Ling Ziqing repeatedly threw the bamboo paper aside. He held a thin piece of bamboo paper and saw that there was enough time for a cup of tea. Then he put the bamboo paper in the most conspicuous position in the upper left corner.

The rest is still the same as just now, see one throw one, as if all rubbish.

When the last piece of bamboo paper was finished, Ling Ziqing picked up the one in the upper left corner and tasted it for a while. Then he looked up at Song Xijiao and said with a smile, "you really picked up a talent in this poetry contest. This man is bound to do a lot in the future. "

"Is it? Let me see! "

Song Xijiao immediately took the bamboo paper and looked at it curiously. Without mentioning the content, the strong and powerful handwriting alone was amazing enough! Even if the person is not in front of her eyes, she can imagine how passionate the person who wrote this work is.

If you look at the content, it turns out to be a prose poem. The content is about national affairs, but the words are very beautiful and comfortable. It is not bad compared with those short poems about mountains and rivers.

"He is worthy of the first place!"

Ling Zi checked and nodded: "yes, even if it was me, I may not have won him."

"Young master, you are too modest!" Qingfeng said

"Then I'll go and announce my ranking first, and I'll come back to you later."

Song Xijiao excitedly carried this piece of bamboo paper to the downstairs, and saw that the high platform was full of rich Duzi brothers. Although this poetry contest is to make friends with literature, it is the young masters of these big families who can dominate others by power and power.

"Miss Song, is the result of this competition coming out?" As soon as he saw her go downstairs, the childe on the platform immediately cast a curious look at her.

Others can't help but start shouting, hoping to attract others' attention by loud voice: "if you want me to say, the first place in this competition is Tuesdays.""No, it's not right. I think the poem written by the young master of Wu's family is a masterpiece."

"Don't you see the cloud sea Fu written by Mr. Murong? It would be strange if this poem didn't win the first place

When the young master on the stage heard these flatteries, they all showed a happy smile, with folding fans in their hands, as if they had won.

Song Xijiao listened to these people's insincere words, but shook her head. It is said that scholars have their own backbone. They value friendship and hate officials most. But today, there are many flatterers.

She cleared her throat and raised her voice and asked, "excuse me, who is Mr. Zhou Yuanli?"

As soon as she asked, those present immediately understood that the first one this time was this man named Zhou Yuanli! However, the scholars of the whole restaurant looked at each other and looked at each other with doubts on their faces.

Zhou Yuanli? Why never heard of this man?

The young master on the stage also changed his face in an instant. They were willing to participate in the competition, meaning to help support! In their capacity, since they have come, song Xijiao and the restaurant should give them face!

Even if everyone can't get the first place, we should make sure we can make a show.

But what's going on now? Song's first name is ignored. She doesn't even know her first name!

What a shame!

"I'm not talented. Zhou Yuanli is."

In this one after another in the voice of discussion, a clear voice suddenly out of the crowd, came to the people.

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