Be a Cartoonist In the Fairy World

Yes, a very cool looking man, holding a large plate of Jajang noodles in his hand. After he sat down, he took out a bottle from his lapel and started pouring it on top of the noodles.

Du Ziyuan glanced at it, and found that it should be a bottle of chili sauce, and he could smell the spiciness from a bench away. But this cold-faced male god calmly sprinkled it all over the whole plate of fried noodles, until the bottle completely turned from red to transparent, and the fried noodles were completely covered by chili sauce. He didn't stop.

He put the bottle away casually, took out another pair of ivory chopsticks from his pocket, stirred the thing that was not sure if it was chili sauce or noodles, and was about to start eating. The frail scholar at the side was terrified and had goosebumps all over his body. He looked at Du Ziyuan, then at the newcomer, feeling like he was sitting on pins and needles.

One spits out everything he eats, and the other eats chili sauce as a meal. What's wrong with this world? Huh? Am I being too weird?

Just as the cold-faced male god opened his mouth to eat, a voice interrupted him.

"Hey, why is the great writer 'Fu Shang Yin' staying in such a dark corner?" The teasing taste in the tone is very obvious.

Du Ziyuan took a look and found several writers walking over, most of them were middle-aged, and some of them looked younger. Merit helps to practice, so authors with merit will practice much faster than ordinary people.

Those who can come to participate in the Qifeng Festival must have good cultivation, so looking young is not necessarily young. Of course, aptitude is a natural thing, and even if some practice scumbags are accelerated by 100 times, 0 is still 0. So the proportion of that kind of old monster who keeps the face is not high.

It was a man who looked about 30 years old who mocked the floating cup drinker. Du Ziyuan didn't know him, but the person standing beside him was somewhat familiar.

[Do I know him? Why are you staring at me like that? Dry eye? ……oh! Come to think of it, isn't this guy the one who fainted from pine nut gas last night? 】Du Ziyuan thought for a while before he remembered who this guy was. He really didn't pay much attention to him, so it took a lot of effort to think about it.

Facing the ridicule, the cold-faced male god Fu Shangyin just glanced at the man coldly, and said with a subwoofer as cold as his expression: "Go away! Don't disturb me eating noodles."

"You..." Being told "Get lost" face to face would make anyone angry, let alone that person who was already at odds with Fushangyin. But there was nothing he could do.

Everyone has merits and virtues, who dares to do it first? Even Du Ziyuan's reputation-defaming things will be backlashed, and Tiandao will never take advantage of people's loopholes. Not to mention that he may not be able to beat others. Curse back? He is not a street shrew.

Of course, it doesn't mean you can't do anything. Skynet is sparse but not leaky. Although there are no leaks, it is not strict. As long as some things are not too extreme, there is no need to tread on eggshells. Just like the word "roll" just now, Floating Cup Drink did not suffer backlash.

To make an inappropriate analogy, Tiandao only cares about "criminal cases", and it often turns a blind eye to "civil disputes" that are not enough.

This kind of rule has been figured out for thousands of years.

So the male writer who was scolded by the floating cup didn't care about it, but continued: "Later, the Ninth Princess of Qifeng Kingdom will come to the exchange meeting. The Ninth Princess likes literature the most, and all countries are preparing to present a work to her. As a gift, as the prince of Wu Kingdom, shouldn't you show something?"

[Nine princesses? Gift? Prince Wu? The amount of information is quite large. 】Du Ziyuan discovered that this guy revealed a lot of information in just one sentence.

He had never heard of gift giving, and Tang Junhao and Song Zi probably didn't know either. After all, Tang Junhao is a native of Qifeng, so he doesn't need to prepare gifts, and Song Zi, like Du Ziyuan, only knew about the exchange meeting.

[Should I prepare too? 】Du Ziyuan thought. He is the only one here in Aolan country now, if other countries send it, they don't send it, and I don't know if it will affect it.

Thinking of this, he took out the summons card and planned to ask Pei Mingyang for his opinion.

At the same time, Fushangyin was indifferent to the male writer's teasing: "Did I say what I was doing to you? You can't even understand 'roll'. Guyi people really have the blood of animals."

"Presumptuous!" The male writer who was scolded was very angry, but he couldn't let go of his airs and fight with the floating glass, because his own image would not be good-looking. A "presumptuous" suffocated to the end without any follow-up, he could only turn around and leave in resentment, and at the same time leave a cruel sentence: "I'll see if you can still laugh when the time comes!"

Of course he had a reason for saying that, he made a small move beforehand, and the people of Wu Kingdom didn't even know there was such a thing as presenting gifts. In other words, Fushangyin can only hold his feet temporarily, and the quality of the novels written in this way will inevitably be poor.

Wu State and Gu Yi State have had enmity since ancient times, and there have been constant wars between the two countries. Although military wars have decreased in the past 80 years, other aspects have intensified. Take culture for example. Singers, novelists, musicians, etc. of the two countries will compete with each other. There are endless incidents of intentionally participating in certain activities together to compete for rewards.

And then there's the economic blockade and all that. In short, it is endless.

The Qifeng Kingdom has always been a neutral existence. If one of the two countries can win more favor from the Qifeng Kingdom, it will definitely gain the upper hand in the battle. So this gift is no different from a struggle between small countries.

The ninth princess of Qifeng Kingdom and the prince are compatriots from the same mother. Not to mention the strong background of the mother's family, they are also very favored. The emperor of Qifeng Kingdom even rejected the marriage requests of many sects for her, which is definitely very rare in the royal family. Therefore, her influence in front of the emperor is not small at all, and it is by no means useless to gain her favor.

Facing the threat from Guyi country writers, Fushangyin remained indifferent, and ate noodles with fried sauce on his own. It seems that the nine princesses are completely ignored by him.

Du Ziyuan was about to contact Pei Mingyang when he suddenly found someone pointing at him in the distance. It was the guy who fainted from the pine nut gas yesterday. Looking at his wretched face, it was clear that he had no good intentions. Sure enough, I don't know what he said. The small group who originally aimed at drinking with floating cups also looked at Du Ziyuan with unfriendly eyes.

"Hehe, these idiots." Du Ziyuan didn't bother to pay attention, and directly contacted Pei Mingyang.

After he explained the specific situation of the matter, Pei Mingyang asked: "Can you do it? It's just a short time, or don't participate. Anyway, our official team hasn't arrived yet, so it won't count if we make up for it at that time." Sorry."

"Fuck! How can I answer your question?"