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"Haha! I didn't expect that I, Wang Fugui, would have friends one day!" Wang Fugui happily looked like a fat man weighing two hundred catties.

"Come on, Brother Bai, for our friendship, I would like to toast you!" Wang Fugui smiled generously, and directly picked up the wine glass.

Chu He also smiled, raised the jug and took a sip.

To be honest, his impression of Wang Fugui was pretty good.

When Wang Bo's group came to make trouble just now, Wang Fugui also directly stood up to defend himself.

In order to avoid troubles from Wang Bo and his group, Wang Fugui also took the initiative to alienate himself, so as not to harm himself.

Therefore, it is not bad to have such a fat friend who is loyal and likes to drink.

Wang Fugui had been drinking excitedly because he had made new friends. If he hadn't gone crazy, he would have attended the Youth Poetry Club. Chu He advised him to drink less, maybe this guy would already be unconscious by now.

Not long after, the Youth Poetry Contest was about to begin, and the Confucian scholars in the yard stopped chatting and rushed in groups in one direction.

Chu He stopped the slightly drunk Wang Fugui, ignored his words to introduce his sister to him, and dragged him towards the place where the Confucian scholars gathered.

"Brother Bai, let me tell you, my sister is very beautiful, but she is a bit withdrawn. I don't tell him to most people..." Wang Fugui muttered.

"Okay, okay, everyone is almost here now, let's go there quickly!" Chu He was a little dumbfounded, and answered casually, pulling Wang Fugui into a huge courtyard.

This courtyard is bigger than the previous one. It seems that the walls between dozens of courtyards have been demolished to free up such a large space.

A large number of Confucian scholars from all over Linjiang County gathered in the courtyard, at least several thousand people. These people were distributed in various courtyards of the prefect's mansion before. Walked out and came to this big courtyard.

The courtyard has already been decorated, hundreds of lanterns are hung in the courtyard, and a high platform has been built in the middle, which should be used for important people to speak.

Chu He did not go to the middle, but came to a corner with a better view with Wang Fugui, and he could see the scene on the high platform from a distance, and even Chu He found the monk Wuxin in the distance, his that The monk's robe is too conspicuous among a group of white Confucian robes.

...

In a small building next to the courtyard.

This is where the women are treated.

Since many people came to participate in the youth poetry meeting, and some women also came to watch the fun, so the prefect's mansion specially built this small building for the female relatives to watch.

In a small room on the top floor upstairs.

"Cailing, have you seen Mr. Bailong?" A beautiful girl looked at the many Confucian scholars not far away, and asked the little maid next to her.

"Oh, miss, this is already the twenty-seventh time you have asked! Mr. Bailong must be here, but there are too many people and we can't see him!" Cai Ling, the little maid beside her, pouted, a little angry drum said.

Cai Ling could already feel that her young lady was completely hopeless.

Ever since I got to know Bai Long, I can hear this name from my young lady every day.

Especially during this period, Li Zhuqing disguised himself as a woman several times to visit Mr. Bailong, and when he came back, he was happy like a child, often burying his head in the quilt and giggling foolishly. It was obvious that he had completely fallen.

If that's the case, Cai Ling doesn't need to say anything, but the important thing is that Li Zhuqing has always used Qingzhu's identity to communicate with Bailong!

Logically speaking, Li Zhuqing and Bai Long shouldn't have any contact with each other now, but Li Zhuqing is almost ready to marry him!

This girl who smiled like the second idiot was just trying to explain herself, and Cai Ling was really speechless.

"Miss, the little monk who was with Mr. Bailong before has been found!" Suddenly, Cai Ling saw Monk Wuxin. After all, Monk Wuxin's shiny bald head and distinctive robes are particularly prominent.

"Is there Mr. Bailong?" Li Zhuqing looked over immediately, but she knew that Bailong and Monk Wuxin had a good relationship, so she thought they came to the youth poetry meeting together.

"No! It's probably somewhere else!" After looking for a long time, Cai Ling couldn't find the familiar figure, and Cai Ling felt a little helpless.

More than half of the people below imitated Bailong's clothes, and many of them even she wasn't sure if they were Mr. Bailong.

...

In a room not far from Li Zhuqing.

"Miss, there are too many people, and I still haven't found Mr. Bailong." Qing Lan, Xue Feifei's maid, came back from the window helplessly, looked at Wu Feifei and said.

Xue Feifei sat in the room with her long piano beside her, holding a cup of tea in her hand, and took a sip.

Hearing what the maid Qinglan said, she also raised her head and said, "You don't need to look for it, Qinglan. With the young master's literary talents, this youth poetry meeting will definitely shine. We don't need to look for it, he will appear by himself .”

"Okay, Miss." The maid Qing Lan nodded in response.

...

In a gorgeous room at the front of the courtyard, the prefect Li Yujiang was sitting with a reserved face.

Beside him was Liu Ruyun with his head down. Even though he was as proud as him, he still had to sit obediently.

In front of them was a middle-aged man in a white Confucian robe. He didn't look special, he looked like a middle-aged man, but if a person with a cultivation base was here, he would You can feel the majestic righteousness of the middle-aged man.

This middle-aged man is none other than Longxi, the vice president of the National Scholars Academy in Beijing.

"There are quite a few young talents in Linjiang this time!" Mr. Longxi said with a smile, looking at the many Confucian scholars in the courtyard.

"Ah! Thanks to you, a lot of young talents from our Linjiang County have come this time. They will definitely let you feel the elegant demeanor of our Linjiang County Confucian scholars!" Li Yujiang said with a smile.

"Oh? Then I'll just wait and see!" Mr. Longxi looked expectant.

Liu Ruyun next to her was silent.

It's not that he doesn't want to talk, but that Mr. Longxi in front of him doesn't belong to the same faction as his master Wang Jianghe, so Mr. Longxi doesn't take much notice of this closed disciple of Wang Jianghe.

Liu Ruyun also knew that the Mr. Longxi in front of her was an existence that would give her master a headache, so she didn't lose her usual arrogance and sat obediently in her seat.

"It's almost time!" Li Yujiang looked at the time and said.