Villain: Hold The Female Devil's Thigh Tightly While She's Still Young

Poetry is the easiest opportunity for these people to become a guest. The children of wealthy families present were all more or less exposed to poetry, and although they might not have deep attainments, as long as their artistic conception met Cen Wu's requirements, they were likely to be honored as guests.

"So everyone can write your own words as much as you like. The pen, ink, paper and inkstone are all ready."

As soon as Cen Wu finished speaking, everyone started to get excited to give it a try.

What an honor it is to be the guest of the Second Princess!

You can even catch a glimpse of the princess!

Cen Wu clapped his hands.

Rows of maids carried the four treasures of the study and placed pens, inks, paper and inkstones on the tables of all the guests.

The small table was put away, and the fruit plate on the table was taken away.

Zhao Qingpei shouted.

"Leave it alone."

The maid glanced at Zhao Qingpei and put the fruit plate down.

Zhao Qingpei muttered.

My little wife is not full yet.

…

Like everyone else, poetry is the easiest, as long as Zhao Qingpei writes the poetry.

In Cen Wu's opinion, it must be clumsy. When the time comes, he will take it out and read it aloud in public and be humiliated.

Thinking about it this way, Cen Wu was a little excited.

But when the pen, ink, paper and inkstone were put down, everyone started writing.

On the contrary, Cen Wu did not see a trace of excitement on Zhao Qingpei's face, nor even a trace of desire to write.

What happened to this guy today?

This idea emerged in Cen Wu's mind.

Zhao Qingpei glanced at the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table.

Youyou spoke.

"I should have known I'd have something to eat at home before coming here."

"Yingting, are you hungry?"

Why do you still care about whether you are hungry at this time?

Sheng Yingting watched as people around her began to write poems.

"I...I'm not hungry. Master, look at what others have written, why don't you write something? Does it really matter?"

Zhao Qingpei looked at the dishes in the guest seats above the stage.

He muttered something.

"It's really stupid. At least I gave you a gift, but you didn't even get some food, instead you get these fancy things."

Zhao Qingpei raised his head and met the eyes of Cen Wu who had been staring at him on the stage.

Cen Wu glanced at Zhao Qingpei, his contemptuous and provocative eyes mercilessly hitting Zhao Qingpei.

At the same time, he looked at Sheng Yingting jokingly.

Sheng Yingting seemed to feel the strange gaze and leaned closer to Zhao Qingpei.

This move made Zhao Qingpei very uncomfortable.

Zhao Qingpei held down the paper.

Then he picked up the brush and Zhao Si, who was standing behind him, immediately wanted to squat down and grind the ink for Zhao Qingpei.

Zhao Qingpei spoke.

"Ying Ting help me sharpen the inkstone."

Zhao Si stepped back.

Since you want poetry, I will give you poetry.

Although he is not interested in the heroine Cen Xiyang turning his birthday party into a talent recruitment party.

but……

What Zhao Qingpei needs to find more suitable staff for him in the future is a certain degree of fame.

Now is indeed a good opportunity.

At the same time, this guy Cen Wu is really disgusting.

No, it should be said that the heroine and her whole family are disgusting.

The theme is "Galaxy".

This Cen Wu is really good at asking questions.

There are hundreds of Tang poems and Song lyrics that you can pick out a chapter or two at will.

One or two lines of poetry are enough for this bastard to savor for a lifetime!

For poetry, just picking out a piece of poetry from your mind is enough to make it appear on the page.

Zhao Qingpei picked up his pen and started writing.

Zhao Qingpei's strong inner energy began to subconsciously gather on the surface of the paper.

After getting drunk, you know that the sky is in the water.

The characters are so thick that they penetrate the paper.

Sheng Yingting stared at the words written by Zhao Qingpei on the paper.

In Sheng Yingting's eyes, the words written by Zhao Qingpei have special magic power.

Even Zhao Qingpei didn't notice that a faint golden aura emanated from Zhao Qingpei's body.

Cen Wu, who had been paying attention to Zhao Qingpei, was already ridiculing him when he saw Zhao Qingpei's writing.

He initially planned how to use the most clever language to embarrass Zhao Qingpei.

Cen Wu was still looking forward to having the shitty poems written by Zhao Qingpei read aloud by him, with a disgusted expression underneath.

Cen Xiyang also followed Cen Wu's gaze and saw Zhao Qingpei below.

Cen Xiyang also shook his head and sighed.

A male voice came from the side.

"It would be good to let Cen Wu teach that guy a lesson."

The eldest prince stood next to the second princess Cen Xiyang and spoke slowly.

"Brother Emperor, when did you come? I should have gone out to greet you."

"Let's not talk about that between us."

Cen Xiyang immediately looked at his imperial brother with a happy expression.

The sixth prince Cen He, who was silent in the corner, rubbed his eyes.

Because just for a moment he saw a trace of awe-inspiring righteousness in Zhao Qingpei.

He was in disbelief.

You must know that great righteousness cannot be obtained without being upright, and it cannot be encountered without reading thousands of books.

At first glance, Zhao Qingpei is not a scholar.

That's outrageous.

Cen He sighed and pinched the tip of his nose with his index finger.

"Have you been to Zuihua Tower too much lately? Am I dizzy when you look backwards?"

The warrior's separate body realm.

And readers are distracted.

Warriors have inner strength, scholars have great righteousness.

This is why under the Zhou Dynasty, when martial arts flourished, the Nine-Liu Houses endured for a long time and even Confucianism occupied half of the country.

Martial arts for tempering and strengthening the body.

Pursuing a state of mind will lead to greater material peace.

It is also more suitable for those poor families who cannot afford to buy medicinal materials to temper their bodies. Reading is the only way to help the poor families rise.

(Han family refers to the common people, and the humble family does not mean the poor.)

Cen He felt that he was really dazzled by seeing Haoran's righteousness.

Drink a glass of water first to calm down the shock...

…

"Sir, your calligraphy is so beautiful and glowing with gold."

Golden light?

Zhao Qingpei just wrote "When I'm Drunk I Don't Know There's Water in the Sky" in one breath.

Write it down completely immersively.

The handwriting is sonorous and powerful.

After finishing this half line of the poem, Zhao Qingpei felt that his body's internal energy had been running automatically for a long time.

The weekly circulation actually happens automatically without meditating.

Could it be...

Do these poems trigger Haoran's righteousness?

Zhao Qingpei knew that Haoran was upright.

That is the atmosphere that belongs exclusively to scholars.

Zhao Qingpei knows the distinction between civil and military affairs.

The threshold for being a warrior is high, but there are goals for advancement.

The threshold for writing is low, but there is no clue about promotion.

in other words.

Literature is idealism.

This kind of thing may be enlightened once, or it may be difficult to make further progress in a lifetime.

It's just that once you realize the Tao, you will directly become a dragon or a phoenix among people.

If you hear the Tao in the morning, you may die in the evening.

Now these poems can actually gain great righteousness, which is a huge opportunity for Zhao Qingpei.

This Haoran's righteousness actually helps him to move his internal energy on his own.

if!

If this awe-inspiring righteousness is stronger, your internal strength will continue to grow every moment.

Zhao Qingpei's eyes lit up.

"Ying Ting, help me continue to polish the ink."

"Come on, sir."

Sheng Yingting gently cheered Zhao Qingpei up.

"Okay, I'm serious too!"

After Zhao Qingpei finished speaking, he continued to pick up the pen, and his strong internal energy still gathered towards the tip of the pen.

Sheng Yingting was rubbing the ink with her little hands, but her eyes still fell on Zhao Qingpei's face unconsciously.

Sheng Yingting was fascinated by the serious look on his hand as he picked up his pen.

Seriously, young master, he looks so handsome!