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So I bid farewell to Mr. Longxi.

"Daughter, it's not because my father didn't help you!" Li Yujiang didn't know whether to laugh or cry, seeing his daughter gnashing her teeth against Chu He's back, he didn't know how to comfort his daughter.

At the dinner table just now, I tried my best to create opportunities for the two of them, but this Bailong, just like a piece of wood, turned a blind eye to Li Zhuqing's closeness. There are many young heroes with ideas, but I have never met someone like Chu He.

"Hmph! Big wood, go to hell!" Li Zhuqing sulked at Chu He's back. This guy had a good chat with him when he was disguised as a man, but once he recovered his daughter's body, this guy seemed like a Like steel!

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Coming out of the house, Chu He walked around leisurely.

At the dinner just now, he discovered that the young lady next to him who had a good impression of him was the "Brother Qingzhu" who had been looking for him before!

This really surprised him.

Although he didn't recognize Li Zhuqing at first, Chu He is also a genius who has awakened "smart eyes and ears", and soon recognized Li Zhuqing.

However, Chu He didn't have any idea about this Li Zhuqing.

After all, he was going to sit back on Chu He, and Bailong would disappear into this world sooner or later.

Instead of cheating all the time, it's better not to provoke these bullshit things in the first place.

Walking slowly along the path into a courtyard, the Confucian scholars inside were still chatting in twos and threes.

In a corner, Chu He found two familiar figures.

"Little monk, congratulations to Master Bai for winning the first prize." The young monk in monk's robe smiled at Chu He.

"Huh? You two know each other?" Chu He couldn't help laughing as he looked at the two figures in front of him.

"Brother Bai, do you know this little monk?" Wang Fugui, who had just had a good conversation with the little monk Wuxin, was a little surprised.

After parting with Chu He before, he wandered around alone, wandering through several courtyards in a row, taking drinks from various tables while walking.

When he got to the yard, he found Wu Xin who was alone in the corner like him, so Wang Fugui walked up to chat, and gradually the two chatted.

Knowing how the two got acquainted, Chu He couldn't laugh or cry. I have to say that this is also a kind of fate.

"Brother Bai, look, I've kept this jar of peach blossom wine so well that I haven't even touched it!" Wang Fugui showed Chu He the wine jar in his arms as if asking for credit.

Chu He felt a little funny when he heard Wang Fugui's crazy hint, and quickly asked Wang Fugui to open the wine jar.

Wang Fugui immediately complied, but he had been coveting this altar of peach blossom wine for a long time, in order to satisfy his greed, he had to find some ordinary wine from other yards to drink.

"Boom—"

The jar was opened by Wang Fugui, and a scent of wine filled the entire yard in an instant, attracting everyone's attention.

"What's the smell? Why is it so fragrant?"

"This seems to be the scent of peach blossom stuffing!"

"I'll go, the smell of this wine, no, I'm so hungry, where can I buy it!"

"What are you thinking! This is the 70-year-old peach blossom wine that the eunuch took out as a prize. There is only one jar in Linjiang County. Where can you buy it?"

All the Confucian scholars in the courtyard recognized Chu He and the set of peach blossom wine.

"Hey, brother Bai, hurry up, get me a drink, I'm so hungry!" Wang Fugui directly handed over the wine glass in his hand, and Chu He poured him a glass with a smile.

Chu He looked at the monk Wuxin, and asked him if he would like a drink?

Knowing Chu He's kindness, Monk Wuxin shook his head and said, "Thank you, Master Bai, I am a monk, and I don't eat meat or meat."

Hearing this, Chu He could only shake his head and give up.

After filling up his wine jug, Chu He also poured a glass and tasted it slowly. It has to be said that the taste of old wine is better than ordinary wine.

"Hey, you monk, don't you want to enjoy life in this world! It's so uncomfortable to set a lot of rules for yourself! It's a pity that some people can't enjoy such good wine!" Wang Fugui shook his head, he really couldn't figure it out, Why does Wuxin monk practice Buddhism and Taoism?

Monk Wuxin smiled and did not refute. In life, one person has one way of life, and he doesn't have to deliberately imitate anyone.

"Young monk, it's better to replace wine with tea." Monk Wu Xin said with a faint smile.

"Forget it, Brother Fugui, you don't want to drink because of your enlightenment, so don't persuade me." Chu He said with a smile, after all, it is his way, and there is no need for him to break it.

Hearing this, Wang Fugui stopped persuading him, picked up the wine glass, and toasted with Chu He.

During the period, some people also noticed Chu He, the newly promoted poet of Linjiang County, and came up to chat with him one after another, wanting to make friends with Chu He.

"Brother Bai, don't you want to go over there?" Wang Fugui was a little drunk, he came to Chu He and smiled.

Chu He also noticed that some Confucian scholars walked towards a relatively large courtyard from time to time, and he was a little curious to hear what Wang Fugui said.

"What's there? It has attracted so many Confucian scholars." Chu He turned to ask Wang Fugui.

Seeing that Chu He really didn't know, Wang Fugui couldn't help but smiled: "Over there, it's the venue for the female relatives."

Many girls who have not left the cabinet want to take advantage of this youth poetry meeting to come here, and try to see if they can meet the beloved in their lives.

The prefect's mansion specially divided a relatively large courtyard for them. At this time, there were already many Confucian scholars wandering outside the courtyard, hoping to be spotted by one of the ladies and invited to enter it.

"Hey, brother Bai, there are many young girls waiting for you to go over there, do you have the heart to let them wait like this?" Wang Fugui gave Chu He a smile that any man could understand.

Wang Fugui's words are really not nonsense. There are many rich ladies who think they are from extraordinary backgrounds, and they all come here for the poetry leader of this poetry meeting.

"Don't make trouble, I'm not interested in those now!" Chu He shrugged and said.

Time gradually passed amidst the noise of the crowd, and the sky gradually turned white.

At this moment, Wang Fugui was unconscious from drinking, holding an empty wine jug in his hand, and kept muttering: "Come on, brother Bai, monk, keep drinking!"

Chu He shook his head. Fortunately, there are people in the prefect's mansion who take care of these drunk Confucian scholars. Otherwise, Chu He and Monk Wuxin might not be able to handle Wang Fugui.

Walking through the morning dew, Chu He and Monk Wu Xin returned to the inn.