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

Soak in ink and pick up the pen.

Zhao Qingpei didn't pause at all, and the brush slowly pressed on the paper.

Zhao!

When the word Zhao fell, Zhao Qingpei's body began to tremble violently.

The internal force of the body began to move uncontrollably.

The strong internal force acts on the pen tip and paper.

A clicking sound sounded.

no!

I just think of the poem "Xia Ke Xing" in my mind, but I can't even write it!

Zhao Qingpei gritted his teeth and grabbed the hand holding the brush with his other hand.

A burst of vigorous righteousness burst out from Zhao Qingpei's body.

Unlike others, this aura of righteousness is rising and gathering at a terrifying speed.

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Five words weighed on Zhao Qingpei's chest like a mountain.

The terrifying Haoran righteousness spread out on the paper.

The entire banquet began to tremble with his unusual awe-inspiring righteousness. What was even more difficult to accept was Cen Wu standing in front of him.

As the third prince, he has never seen anyone. What kind of genius have I never seen?

It can be said that Cen Wu, the most powerful literary saint in the Zhou Dynasty, was also present when he wrote the most outstanding poem.

But!

Zhao Qingpei's awe-inspiring righteousness is really exaggerated!

Cen Wu had indescribable emotions in his heart, and he began to doubt whether Zhao Qingpei was a unique genius.

After all, there is no trace of awe-inspiring righteousness in Zhao Qingpei's body before Cenwu. The expression of his internal strength is just that of a warrior.

"Young Master is so amazing. You can have such a vision for the first time when you write a poem."

Zhao Si said softly beside him.

The small whispering sound was clearly captured by Cen Wu and entered his ears.

"What? What did you just say?"

Cen Wu looked at Zhao Si.

Zhao Si was looked at by Cen Wu's sudden look. Under the unconcealed aura, Zhao Si began to take two or three steps back before he stabilized his body.

"I...my young master had never held a pen before coming here."

Cen Wu's pupils shrank again.

This guy!

Is this guy holding a brush for the first time?

Cen Wu felt like he heard a big joke.

During the thinking time, Zhao Qingpei had already endured the pressure and wrote the second sentence.

Wu Gou is frosty and snowy.

Wind rises from the flat ground.

Haoran's righteousness exploded around Zhao Qingpei's body in a strange way.

The second princess Cen Xiyang in the banquet could no longer sit still.

Even the calm eldest prince couldn't bear it anymore.

Such a majestic and upright spirit may be a poem that can be admired!

"Talent."

On the surface, the eldest prince seems to have a very generous grasp of talents.

In fact, for real geniuses, the eldest prince must hold them in his own hands.

The strange wind sound mixed with the snowflakes formed by Haoran's righteousness scattered.

Visions appear.

Some Confucian scholars did not care who caused the vision. He immediately sat on the floor and felt and absorbed this terrifying aura of righteousness.

Just like preaching and teaching, this awe-inspiring righteousness can perfectly improve their realm.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Compared with being able to write the ending yourself and improve your strength by relying on others' awe-inspiring righteousness, no one will give up the opportunity of such free prostitution.

"Second sister, it seems that someone special appeared at your banquet."

"Brother is joking."

As he spoke, Cen Xiyang was thinking crazily in his mind.

It knows all the people it invites.

Cen Xiyang couldn't think of a Confucian scholar who could unleash such a high degree of righteousness.

Because in her mind, there was no one else but the Great Zhou Wen Shengzi who could release such a degree of righteousness with just one poem.

And this awe-inspiring righteousness is still improving.

promote!

horrible!

Everyone wanted to get closer and see who could have such awe-inspiring righteousness!

But the rapid sound of horse hooves made everyone stand still.

[Silver saddle shines on white horse]

[Rushing like a shooting star]

Zhao Qingpei wrote two sentences in one breath.

Now his situation is like an arrow on the string that has to be fired.

It's not that he doesn't want to stop.

Now all the internal energy in his body was running like crazy.

The meridians of the body were wildly widened by the internal force, causing more damage than if he ate Grandma Sun's Ganoderma lucidum in one go.

It's just that the awe-inspiring righteousness exuded from the poems written in Zhao Qingpei's hand actually repaired Zhao Qingpei's body.

It's like a closed loop now. For the sake of his physical condition, Zhao Qingpei had to endure the expansion of his body's meridians and the pressure on his mind.

The awe-inspiring and upright writing is correcting itself again.

Zhao Qingpei really didn't expect that Li Bai's Xia Ke Xing would have such a great influence in this world!

It is better to say that it is not this poem, but the information reflected by this poem is too huge and magnificent.

The bohemian mood of a young man and the free and easy temperament of a knight.

Zhao Qingpei did not understand this poem thoroughly, but as he started writing, strange emotions continued to pass through Zhao Qingpei's heart.

Now Zhao Qingpei felt a hand holding his own from behind and writing poems full of emotions with a sonorous and powerful pen.

The rustling sound of the white horse's hooves made everyone stand still and unable to move.

Cen Wu felt uncomfortable, and the awe-inspiring righteousness that hit his face made Cen Wu's clothes get wet.

Under the raging righteousness of Haoran.

Sheng Yingting, who was sitting next to her, was still touching and polishing her hands carefully, as if she was insulated from the awe-inspiring righteousness and was not affected at all.

An aura that was different from Haoran's righteousness exuded from Sheng Yingting's body.

This breath is like a beating heart, and a strange beating sound sounds slightly

Cen Wu was already sweating profusely.

Now he has somewhat ruined his outlook on life.

Even a literary sage wouldn't be able to produce such a terrifying amount of righteousness.

Cen Wu's strength is not weak.

It was the first time I saw that Haoran's righteousness could be controlled.

The awe-inspiring righteousness soaring into the sky still caused a shock in a large area.

Like a yellow pillar soaring into the sky, the awe-inspiring righteousness erupted toward the sky with the Princess Mansion as the center.

The strong aura caused even Mr. Wen Sheng, who was silent in the Great Zhou Dynasty, to immediately open his eyes.

"What a strong sense of Haoran's righteousness!"

Wen Sheng hasn't gotten up yet.

The rustling sound of white horses reached his ears.

Underneath this sound, the pupils on Wen Sheng's old face were so shocked that they began to shrink.

"Horse hooves?"

“What kind of poetry is this??”

Wen Sheng's breathing began to quicken.

Genius, absolutely genius.

Young chivalrous spirit.

It must be a young man who exudes such awe-inspiring righteousness.

How to accept such a genius as one's disciple! !

Wen Sheng's heart began to surge.

But the next second there was deep doubt.

Because this time period is not the time for the literary test, who would write such a terrifying poem outside of the literary test?