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Chu He stood alone in a corner of the courtyard drinking alone, looking out of tune with the Confucian scholars around him.

"Hey! Brother, are you alone?" Just as Chu He was drinking to himself, a voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Excuse me, are you..." Chu He turned around, looking at the guy in front of him with a height, weight and waist circumference of 170 with some doubts.

The person in front of him was a plump little fat man, a head lower than Chu He. He looked fleshy and his neck was invisible. He was wearing a white Confucian robe. The original loose robe was stiff. It felt like he was wearing tights.

"Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. My surname is Wang and my name is Fugui. This time I came to the Youth Poetry Meeting alone. I just saw that Xiongtai was alone, so I didn't invite him Take a company, please don't blame me!" Wang Fugui said with a smile, and the flesh on his chin trembled accordingly.

"There are really people with such a name..." Chu He put down the wine gourd in his hand, looked at the smiling fat man in front of him, and couldn't refuse directly, after all, he kept his posture very low.

"It's okay, I'm here alone." Chu He didn't say a word, and started chatting with Wang Fugui. Anyway, the Youth Poetry Club hasn't started yet, so it's okay to chat with strangers.

"Oh? Xiongtai is indeed the same person as I am!" Wang Fugui smiled, picked up the wine glass on the table next to him and toasted Chu He, Chu He did not refuse, he did not feel it from this little fat man. What malice.

"By the way, don't you know your brother's name?" Wang Fugui looked at Chu He and asked.

"Miangui's surname is Bai." Chu He said casually.

"So it's Brother Bai!" Wang Fugui suddenly seemed to have thought of something, "Brother Bai, I heard that one of the strong contenders for the first prize in the Youth Poetry Festival this time is in the same family as you!"

"Oh? Chu He is interested.

"I heard it from others! It seems to be called... Bailong! It is said that he is still a genius who has aroused a vision of Wen Dao! In the future, he will at least be a genius who will be ranked among the three realms of Wen Dao!" Wang Fugui raised his head and took a sip of wine, After thinking about it, he said with certainty.

"I heard that this Mr. Bailong is dressed in white, with a long sword and wine pot. It is said that he is a handsome guy, not inferior to those talented scholars in the capital!" A trace of jealousy flashed in Wang Fugui's eyes. It seems to be lamenting why God can't give him the face of a white dragon.

"Oh? Brother Fugui, you can see a long sword at the waist and hips and a flagon in your hand. Why don't you think that this is the White Dragon Master?" Chu He asked with some doubts.

"Hi! Don't mention it, Brother Bai, I'm sorry for being an adult today. That Mr. Bailong has been in the limelight recently. I heard that he has become the dream lover of countless girls. Countless Confucian scholars are learning from that Mr. Bailong. Mr. Long's attire! When I came here today, I mistook others for Mr. Bailong several times!" Wang Fugui said with a wry smile.

"Look if you don't believe me!" Wang Fugui pointed to Chu He, and Chu He looked up. Sure enough, there were quite a few people in the courtyard wearing white robes with the same style of wine gourds and long swords around their waists. When I first came in, I was still wondering, why do so many people like to drink?

"And, to tell you the truth, Brother Bai, I am actually an admirer of Mr. Bailong!" Wang Fugui said with a smile as he looked at the Confucian scholars who were trying to imitate Bailong.

"Then you..." Chu He looked at Wang Fugui's waist, only to see that there was only a belt tied around his chubby belly, and nothing else.

"That... I forgot my long sword and jug at home! Yes, that's it!" Chu He was speechless looking at his erratic eyes.

Are you sure it's not because you really can't fit a long sword in your waist?

"The most important thing is," Wang Fugui looked at Chu He's weird eyes, and hurriedly changed the subject, "If that Mr. Bailong really appeared here, then he must be accepting the attention of those little fans in the main hall of the prefect's mansion right now." Worship! How can you have that kind of spare time here to drink with someone like me?" Wang Fugui poured himself another glass of wine as he spoke.

"Not necessarily!" Chu He thought to himself.

"Brother Fugui, I don't think you're here because you don't want to be alone?" Chu He watched Wang Fugui pick up the wine pot for the third time to pour himself wine, and smiled slightly.

"Hi! Brother Bai, you don't know that when my father is at home, drinking is forbidden. I finally seized this opportunity, and it is a specialty of Linjiang County, Qingfeng Brew. Naturally, I have to enjoy it!" Wang Fugui The chubby face was slightly red.

Seeing Wang Fugui drink another cup as if tasting fine nectar, Chu He's addiction to alcohol was also hooked, and he raised his hand to take a sip of peach blossom wine.

Chu He thought this little fat man was quite interesting.

"By the way, Brother Fugui, do you know about the important figures from the capital at this youth poetry meeting?" Suddenly, Chu He asked Wang Fugui next to him as if he had remembered something.

"I'm still interested in what you said!" Wang Fugui instantly sobered up a lot, "This is the inside information from the prefect's mansion! I heard that this big man is the vice president of the No. 1 Academy in the capital—Guoshi Academy , Mister Longxi!"

"It is said that this Mr. Longxi is now a great Confucian, because he became a third-rank Confucian who cultivated himself when he was forty years old, and he is called the first genius of Daqian!"

"Mr. Longxi assassinated more than 50 senior officers of the enemy army overnight by virtue of a war poem "Song of the Night" when I was fighting against foreigners, and became famous in Dagan. He is the pillar of my Dagan. one!"

"Although no one has seen Mr. Longxi make a move in the past few years, everyone believes that Mr. Longxi's literary and moral cultivation must have improved. There are even rumors among the people that Mr. Longxi has broken through the second-rank Qi family. realm!"

Wang Fugui finished what he learned about Mr. Longxi in one breath, his eyes full of admiration.

"Is it at least the third-rank Confucianism or above?" Chu He murmured.

"Huh? Brother Bai, what did you just say?" Chu He's voice was too low for Wang Fugui to hear clearly.

"Oh, it's nothing, I'm just lamenting that Mr. Longxi is really a role model for my generation!" Chu He said quickly.

"That's right! Mr. Longxi is my idol!" Wang Fugui looked adoring.