I, the treacherous official of destiny, contradict the empress at the beginning!

The Confucian Temple is not big.

But the layout is extremely elegant.

The pavilions, waterside pavilions, ancient trees and ponds are very pleasant.

The debate hasn't started yet, so everyone is free to visit.

Except for those talented people who are going to participate in the debate.

There are also many people with other purposes sneaking in.

For example, those romantic people who have no intention of debating and just come to enjoy the flowers, scenery and beauties.

Lin Qingxuan is handsome.

On one left and one on the right, there are two peerless beauties.

A voice that spoke was extremely sweet and clear.

When you listen to it, you feel an indescribable comfort.

The girl was about sixteen or seventeen years old.

Her face is gentle and her body is delicate.

When he smiles, he has two dimples that can make everyone drunk.

The other one is a little colder.

Her skin is as good as snow, and her eyes are like a pool of clear water.

While looking forward.

It has its own elegant and noble temperament.

Let people be photographed by it, feel ashamed, and dare not blaspheme.

For a while.

It is difficult for Lin Qingxuan not to become the center of attention.

This is also the reason why he wants to bring Wang Youwei and Master Sword Spirit here together.

What a traitor.

Pomp is important.

When I go out to play, there are no two beautiful girls to keep me company.

What kind of traitor is that?

Lin Qingxuan walked slowly. No matter where he went, those people unconsciously gave way to him.

The four of them first came to a well.

Wang Youwei took out the watermelon she brought from her residence.

Drained water from the well and flushed.

Lord Sword Spirit stretched out a finger and scratched the surface of the watermelon a few times.

The watermelon immediately split into several teeth.

This scene.

The poor scholar was so excited when he read it that he exclaimed it was magical. at the same time.

There were a lot of flirtatious people around who looked at Lord Sword Spirit with dirty thoughts.

My heart suddenly tightened, and I didn't dare to look directly at him.

The three of them reached out and each took a tooth.

Wang Youwei took an extra piece and handed it to the poor scholar.

The poor scholar suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

Lin Qingxuan raised his eyebrows and asked:

"Don't dare?"

It's okay not to ask. After asking, the scholar became less embarrassed and took the watermelon generously.

Lin Qingxuan also asked while eating:

"Want to join this debate?"

The poor scholar who just took a bite of watermelon shook his head and said with a bitter smile:

"Just let me listen."

Lin Qingxuan couldn't help but feel a little disappointed with him.

But before he could speak, Master Sword Spirit on the side said first:

"Since ancient times, scholars have had no courage."

Master Jianling spoke freely and spoke loudly.

As soon as he said these words, he immediately attracted the glares of all the scholars.

Unexpectedly, the poor scholar replied calmly:

"It’s not that I don’t dare, it’s that I have disdain."

Good guys.

Each of these two people sounded more arrogant than the other.

Lin Qingxuan was shocked.

In an instant, the eyes he looked at them were even more angry!

"Mr. Lin, Mr. Liang invites you to sit at the waterside pavilion."

A little scholar came over and said.

Lin Qingxuan nodded.

Everyone finished the watermelon and followed him to the water pavilion.

In the water pavilion, the fragrant tea, melons and fruits were already prepared, but there was no one.

Lin Qingxuan asked in confusion. road:

"Isn’t Mr. Liang coming?"

The little scholar said politely:

"The gentleman was preparing for the debate and asked the boy to tell the young master that you can do whatever you want and no one will disturb you here. Lin

Qingxuan was a little surprised:

"Is Mr. Liang going to end too?"

The little Taoist boy nodded, and Lin Qingxuan muttered:

"Mr. Liang is a highly respected person. If he loses, he will probably look a little embarrassed, right?"

The little Taoist boy was very sensible and did not answer.

Lin Qingxuan suddenly seemed to have thought of something:

"Please, little Confucian scholar, please help me tell Mr. Liang that I have a friend who also wants to go up and have a chat."

The little Taoist boy bowed:

"Sir, wait a moment, I'll go get the entry ticket."

After saying that, the little Taoist boy left the waterside pavilion.

After a while, he came over with a voucher.

The poor scholar was a little dazed.

Lin Qingxuan handed him the voucher and asked with interest:

"The quota has been collected. Do you want to go?"

"Don't go, disdain."

The poor scholar is still the same sentence.

Lin Qingxuan said excitedly:

"Don't think of yourself as arrogant. That little bit of ink in your stomach is worth a few taels. You'll know your fate as soon as you argue. If you have the ability, you can make a name for yourself. That's what it's worth."

The poor scholar seemed to be a little arrogant.

He reached out and took the voucher, but didn't say a word.

Lin Qingxuan smiled and looked into the distance to enjoy the scenery.

Suddenly he saw.

A little girl with strange behavior ran to where they had been waiting.

Because they had stayed there before, the little girl didn't dare to go over.

The girl was in ragged clothes and looked like a little beggar. She had the courage to pick up the watermelon.

He collected the watermelon peels in his arms.

Then he ran all the way to a dark corner and put the watermelon peels down to dry.

I don't know if it was because of a guilty conscience that the girl turned around and walked towards Lin Qingxuan. She glanced secretly and met his eyes. The little girl was so frightened that she picked up the watermelon rind and put it back down.

The 'distinguished guest' was angry, so he explained to the girl:

"This girl is a poor person"

"His parents died young, and he lived with a paralyzed grandfather, relying on begging for a living."

"If it weren't for her, her grandfather might not be able to survive until spring begins."

"As for why you picked up that watermelon rind?......"

Lin Qingxuan said with a cold expression:

"I picked up the watermelon rind and cut it into slices, which can be eaten in stir-fry."

The poor scholar was stunned.

He didn't expect that the well-dressed young man in front of him would know this.

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