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

Zhao Qingpei began to immerse himself bit by bit.

Two sentences are enough.

【A boat full of clear dreams fills the galaxy! 】

write like an angel!

Halfway through the poem, a burst of fragrance floated up in the entire banquet venue for no apparent reason.

At this moment, everyone's noses sniffed subconsciously.

Some people who had not yet thought of good poems looked up in confusion.

On the other side, the second princess Cen Xiyang had an expression of ecstasy on her face.

This taste! It's not an ordinary aroma, it's a unique scholarly aroma formed by Haoran's righteousness! !

If someone comes today who can achieve this form of awe-inspiring righteousness, he is definitely a genius with great potential.

If you can take him under your wing, your own foundation will be greatly enhanced!

The eldest prince sitting aside stood up even more excitedly.

Bookish! !

The eldest prince glanced at the entire banquet.

Zhao Qingpei was sitting in the corner, forming a blind spot with the eldest prince and second princess.

No matter how carefully the eldest prince scanned the room, he still couldn't see who was sending the bookish scent.

But Cen Wu on the stage had his eyes wide open and his heart was still beating fast.

He saw it!

He saw a phantom lotus flower forming on Zhao Qingpei's paper, and the fragrance that spread over the whole place came from Zhao Qingpei's paper.

"No...it's impossible. It's too outrageous. What a wonderful pen. What did he write?"

Cen Wu's whole brain was in a state of confusion. Even at this moment, Cen Wu had a strong curiosity about what Zhao Qingpei had written.

What did he write, what did he write, what did that guy write!

Cen Wu on the stage moved his steps, eager to take a closer look.

Sheng Yingting, who was sitting next to Zhao Qingpei, looked at the lotus that appeared on Zhao Qingpei's paper with curiosity.

"Master?"

Zhao Qingpei turned his head, and the lotus flower spread its fragrance and entered Zhao Qingpei's body.

"Lotus, sir, have you seen it?"

lotus?

After Zhao Qingpei let his inner strength draw him into writing, he recalled the sentence he wanted to write in his mind, and there was nothing else in his eyes.

He didn't see the lotus that Sheng Yingting called. ,

"Sir, a faint lotus flower appeared on your paper just now and it was very fragrant."

lotus!

The word reminded him of a special state.

write like an angel.

Just like the warrior's epiphany, the wonderful pen that produces flowers is a special state of the great scholar's epiphany.

Zhao Qingpei didn't expect that this half line of the poem would be so wonderful! !

Sure enough, Zhao Qingpei felt that his internal power had reached its peak, and at the same time, his understanding of the half-step secret skill [Yijian] began to be quickly digested in his mind.

A half-step secret book requires an average martial artist three years to get started, seven years to become proficient, and ten years to become a master.

It takes twenty years to master it.

After all, it is a half-step secret.

Zhao Qingpei's own sword intent, comparable to that of the Seventh Realm, is extremely suitable for this secret art. He has already become a beginner in just a few days, and now on the fourth day, he is already a genius.

The awe-inspiring righteousness under the wonderful strokes just now made Zhao Qingpei's understanding of [Intentional Sword] beyond mastery, and he could touch it and enter the room.

Good guy!

Can Haoran's righteousness and martial arts have such a terrifying chemical reaction?

It saves Zhao Qingpei more than ten years of accumulation.

The wonderful writing of flowers is one of the most important revelations that readers pursue throughout their lives.

It is still rare for scholars to see it, let alone a warrior who can emit such a vision.

Thanks to the wonderful writing, everyone at the banquet became the beneficiaries, and their understanding of their own realms improved. However, their benefits were only less than one ten thousandth of Zhao Qingpei's.

Zhao Qingpei put down the pen in his hand.

Now his mind is particularly clear.

Buzz! !

The sound of swords could be heard in the venue.

Zhao Qingpei's sword intention was slowly suppressed.

Just now when the spirit platform was clear, I subconsciously used my sword intention. This feeling of waving my arms was really enjoyable.

Cen Wu walked off the stage and walked straight in the direction of Zhao Qingpei.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were looking at Cen Wu, especially the eldest prince. The eyes of the second princess and the sixth prince were all focused on Cen Wu.

As the person who asked this question suddenly ended up, something special must have happened.

Could it be that he discovered that bachelor who exuded great righteousness?

Thinking of this, the second princess Cen Xiyang couldn't bear it any longer and was ready to follow her to have a look.

The eldest prince held Cen Xiyang's shoulders.

"Second sister, keep your composure, no one will be able to leave at your banquet."

"No, brother, I just want to see what happened to Cen Wu."

The eldest prince slowly sat back in his seat.

Bachelors who can exude awe-inspiring righteousness are rare but not impossible, and those who can trigger wonderful writing are indeed rare.

The eldest prince is more stable than the second princess Cen Xiyang.

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"What did you write?"

Cen Wu stood in front of Zhao Qingpei.

Zhao Qingpei took out the paper and put it aside without raising his head.

"Ying Ting read it to the Third Prince."

Sheng Yingting nodded, grabbed the paper in front of Zhao Qingpei with both hands and began to read it in a soft voice.

"When you are drunk, you don't know that the sky is in the water, and the boat is full of clear dreams that overwhelm the stars."

The moment I heard these two poems.

Cen Wu's footsteps stopped in place.

Zhao Qingpei raised his eyelids, grabbed a grape on the table and threw it into his mouth.

"What does the Third Prince think of this poem?"

Cen Wu took half a step back, sweat already beading on his forehead.

Zhao Qingpei's casual appearance gave Cen Wu too much pressure.

He didn't know how this guy who had always been pestering his second sister came up with such poetry.

"It's a good poem."

As soon as Cen Wu finished speaking slowly, Zhao Qingpei spoke.

"Where can this article be placed?"

Zhao Qingpei looked at Cen Wu with a half-smile.

Cen Wu gritted his teeth and still judged against his will.

"The most guest seats available."

"oh?"

Zhao Qingpei looked at the top-quality ingredients in the guest's seat on the stage. Although the guest's meal was also good, it had already begun. Zhao Qingpei had to sit in the guest's seat and feed his little wife some delicious food.

After all, the royal chef of the second princess's family is still incomparable to myself.

"Ying Ting grinds ink."

"Okay, sir."

Sheng Yingting put the paper away obediently, and then continued to grind the ink.

"what do you want to do?"

Cen Wu asked with a frown.

At this moment, the eyes of those who had finished writing the poems and those who had not finished the poems were looking to this side.

However, Zhao Qingpei's position was too far away. The banquet had already begun and no one could move around at will, so only a few people could see Cen Wu's expression.

Cen Wu said this comment against his will because his brilliant poems could only be used by the guest of honour. He really didn't want to see this guy's face standing in the guest of honour's seat.

"This one is not enough, write another one."

Cen Wu's eyelids jumped.

What kind of joke is this guy kidding? Is a wonderful work really a bad one? Is it readily available?

If this is really the case, I am afraid that Zhao Qingpei of the Zhao family has already become a literary saint, and he is still chasing after his second sister?

"You write! I'm waiting for you here!"

Cen Wu absolutely did not believe that Zhao Qingpei could write other poems.

"Wait a minute, besides the galaxy, you have to use something else as the title."

Zhao Qingpei glanced at Cen Wu.

"you say."

"Young spirit! As long as you can write it!"

"good."

It is somewhat possible that Zhao Qingpei wrote in his loose and lazy state that "after being drunk, I don't know the sky is on the water, and the boat is full of clear dreams, overwhelming the stars".

This is the most reasonable explanation Cen Wu gave himself. He is also willing to believe that as long as the question is changed, Zhao Qingpei will never be able to write it!

As long as the poems written are not as good as this one, it is enough.

But!

Why is he so confident?

Zhao Qingpei's confident state made Cen Wu strongly question his own judgment.