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Li Zhuqing also often disguised himself as a man with his maid, Cai Ling, and came to visit him under the name of "Qingzhu". Chu He also introduced Wu Xin to her. However, Li Zhuqing didn't seem to be very interested in Buddhism, and just kept communicating with Chu He , but Monk Wuxin didn't bother with her.

As a king kong who had initially opened his eyes, Wuxin naturally saw Li Zhuqing's disguise as a man at a glance, but Wuxin didn't expose it, and helped Li Zhuqing hide it with Chu He tacitly.

Chu He occasionally went to Xue Feifei's place to listen to the piano, drink wine, cultivate his body and mind, and adjusted his state to the peak.

"Oh? Then, Miss Feifei will also go to the Youth Poetry Club?" Chu He was a little surprised when he heard the news that Xue Feifei revealed.

"That's right! As a well-known talented woman in Linjiang County, our young lady was specially invited by the City Lord's Mansion to participate in this youth poetry meeting!" Before Xue Feifei could speak, her maid Qinglan interrupted.

"Well, it seems that being the guest of Miss Feifei is really a blessing in my next life!" Chu He joked with a smile, which made Xue Feifei blush slightly.

"Tomorrow is the time for the Youth Poetry Contest. Mr. Bailong should think about how to get a better ranking!" Xue Feifei said a little embarrassed.

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In the morning, Chu He opened his eyes from the bed.

Today was the day when the Linjiang County Youth Poetry Association was held, and Chu He also paid attention to this important day.

After a simple breakfast, Chu He changed into a white dress, and his hair was simply tied behind him with a headband.

"Xiaoer, fill it up!" Chu He threw a wine gourd and a few silver notes to the waiter, who didn't say anything, and caught the wine gourd flying over very skillfully.

During this period of time, Chu He often asked the waiter in the shop to fill him with a gourd of peach blossom wine. Almost all the guests who lived in this inn knew that the peach blossom wine from this inn was the favorite drink of Mr. Bailong. A lot of income.

Chu He also did not expect that he unintentionally endorsed the inn's peach blossom wine.

Monk Wuxin was no longer in the room. Chu He hung the jug and the long sword on both sides of his waist respectively, walked out of the inn, and headed for the location of the City Lord's Mansion.

This youth poetry meeting was held in the prefect's mansion. After all, it was the most important poetry meeting in Linjiang county, so Linjiang prefect Li Yujiang still attached great importance to this poetry meeting.

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In the prefect's mansion of Linjiang County, the whole mansion has been magnificently decorated at this time, with maids constantly coming in and out carrying all kinds of wine and cakes, it looks extremely lively.

"Haha, isn't this nephew Liu Xian! Please come in, please come in, I know that nephew Liu Xian will never miss such a grand event!" Li Yujiang, the prefect, heard that Liu Ruyun was coming, and hurriedly came to greet him in person.

"Thank you Uncle Li, this time I just came to see how my talent in Linjiang shows off its literary talents!" Liu Ruyun said with a smile, and the little book boy who followed behind him lowered his head with a respectful expression on his face.

"Hmph! The literary talents of Linjiang talents? I'm afraid they are not as good as you, a great Confucian disciple!" As the prefect of Linjiang County, Li Yujiang has heard what Liu Ruyun once said in Yunyue Tower, so he also agrees with Liu Ruyun's words. Not very cold, but this sentence is just thinking about it.

"Hey! Nephew Liu Xian, don't stand at the door, hurry up and take your seat!" No matter what, Li Yujiang was very concerned about Liu Ruyun's status as a Confucian disciple, so he arranged a good seat for Liu Ruyun.

Sitting in a conspicuous position, Liu Ruyun glanced at the little book boy behind him indiscriminately.

"Has the Black Dragon Gang finished their work?" Liu Ruyun asked looking at the little Shutong's pleasing expression.

"Still...haven't heard from the Black Dragon Gang yet!" The little book boy was taken aback, and hurriedly replied that for some reason these days, his young master seemed to dislike him so much that he was always beating or scolding him. , This makes the little book boy worry and frightened all day long.

"Hmph! A bunch of trash! I have paid so much money for them to do things, but there is no news yet!" Liu Ruyun snorted coldly, making the little bookboy shiver in fright.

When Liu Ruyun thought of her six thousand taels, her heart ached.

"Perhaps... maybe the Black Dragon Gang has already completed its task, but it's just that they have been busy these days and forgot to notify us!" the little book boy said in a low voice.

"I hope so!" Liu Ruyun took a sip from the wine glass next to her and said.

Soon, a large number of Confucian scholars entered the prefect's mansion. These people are all here to participate in the youth poetry meeting. No matter whether they are good or not, as long as they are within the age limit, they are allowed to participate in this event Poetry meeting, so there are quite a few people here this time.

"Amitabha!" A young monk in a monk's robe stepped forward and stepped into the prefect's mansion. Although his attire was a bit conspicuous, no one said anything, and there were also many visitors from the Youth Poetry Association.

It was Monk Wuxin who came. He walked to an unobtrusive corner and sat down. Before the poetry meeting started, he meditated on the scriptures.

"Presumably the white dragon benefactor will also come to this poetry meeting, right? The monk is here to silently admire the white dragon benefactor's literary talent!"

Along the way, Chu He has seen more and more young Confucian scholars, and the destination is probably the prefect's mansion.

"Brother Wen Jin! Long time no see! I didn't expect to see you again!"

"That's right, brother Jingyang! It's true that we haven't seen each other for some time!"

"I heard that there will be a big man from the capital in this poem meeting!"

"Oh? Who can make brother Jingyang mysterious?"

"Haha, I heard that this big shot is the vice president of the National Scholars Academy in Beijing, Mr. Longxi!"

"What, is that Mr. Longxi who has stepped into the second grade Confucianism!"

"Yeah, I heard..."

Chu He eavesdropped on the whispers of two people who were going to participate in the youth poetry meeting with great interest. Although the distance was a bit far, it was not a problem for him who had everything to listen to.

Following the flow of people all the way to the prefect's mansion, the opening of the poetry meeting was approaching, and the literati in the prefect's mansion gathered in twos and threes to talk.

Chu He stepped into the prefect's mansion and walked through the road. On both sides of the road were tables with delicious food and wine, allowing the guests to eat.