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

"Why haven't you apologized to Mr. Wen Sheng!!"

The second princess is Cen Xiyang. As a woman, she is inherently weaker than these princes. She must rely on a big tree in the sky.

Previously, the second princess was considering the Zhao family, but now Wen Sheng has become the second princess's first choice.

Hearing the second princess Cen Xiyang yelling at his youngest son, Zhao Zongze wanted to step forward but was stopped by Gu Wei.

"Master, don't worry. Let's wait and see. The young master has a way to deal with it."

Zhao Zongze glanced at Gu Wei, who had an expression that looked like a smile but not a smile. Zhao Zongze had only seen this expression when Gu Wei was cheating people.

This made Zhao Zongze feel that Gu Wei was holding back something bad.

As a strategist, Gu Weiqi's vision and judgment are top-notch. The smile on his face is the expression of waiting for a good show.

Facing the repeated scoldings from the eldest prince and the second princess, Zhao Qingpei acted as if he didn't hear them and just raised his eyes to scan everyone.

"Mr. Wen Sheng is here, why don't you stand up and salute?"

Zhao Qingpei's calm expression made the second princess Cen Xiyang feel that she had been provoked again.

You know, Zhao Qingpei has been actively licking her like a dog for who knows how many times. She thought that Zhao Qingpei would come up to him like a dog if she just said a word.

It's a pity that Zhao Qingpei is dead.

Now Zhao Qingpei is the only one holding onto the thigh of his little wife next to him.

"Zhao Qingpei, don't think that I will look down upon you just sitting here. I won't like a waste like you. Your clown-like behavior will only make me more disgusted."

Although Zhao Zongze is not far away.

But the second princess Cen Xiyang still spoke without mercy.

For the Zhao family, Cen Xiyang has always been a stepping stone.

Recently, there were rumors that Zhao Zongze, the head of the Zhao family, had suffered internal injuries and his strength had fallen to the seventh level. Such bad rumors directly made the second princess choose to abandon the Zhao family.

If it weren't for the fact that Zhao Qingpei, a good-for-nothing, has a father named Guanglu, Cen Xiyang would have been rude to the stupid son of the Zhao family!

"I'm sorry, princess, you misunderstood something. Even if you like me, it won't work. I already have a fiancée."

As Zhao Qingpei spoke, he picked up Sheng Yingting's slender palm and patted it.

Zhao Qingpei's actions made Sheng Yingting's face turn slightly red.

With so many people standing here, Sheng Yingting really wanted to remind the young master whether it was not good to do this.

Sheng Yingting subconsciously chose to believe Zhao Qingpei.

Sheng Yingting glanced at the second princess Cen Xiyang.

Sheng Yingting always had a natural dislike for this woman.

In order not to be compared! Sheng Yingting even worked hard to straighten her waist and straighten her small chest, trying to look as confident as possible.

Nothing can be said to embarrass the young master!

Zhao Qingpei raised his index finger, tapped it lightly, and pressed the rice paper filled with poems on the table.

This action also caught Wen Sheng's attention.

"Step aside."

Wen Sheng's voice came.

After hearing Wen Sheng's words, the second princess Cen Xiyang began to repeat them.

"Zhao Qingpei, if you don't come together quickly, Mr. Wen Sheng will ask you to get out of the way!"

The second princess Cen Xiyang had an expression of disgust on her face and repeated the words of the literary saint.

"I'm talking about you, get out of my way."

The second princess and the eldest prince seemed to have heard incredible words.

"I?"

There was a faint righteousness surrounding Wen Sheng, and he slowly pushed the second princess and the eldest prince aside.

Cen Wu, who was unconscious on the ground, was slowly pushed away by Wen Sheng's softer aura of righteousness.

Wen Sheng came to Zhao Qingpei and stared at the piece of rice paper on the desk in front of Zhao Qingpei.

"Did you write this?"

"It was written by the young master!"

Sheng Yingting was like a cat protecting its calf, biting the characters heavily and swearing her sovereignty.

"What's the name of this poem?"

"Old man, you want to know?"

Hearing Zhao Qingpei's name, Wen Sheng didn't show any trace of anger on his face.

"Yes, can you tell me?"

Literary Saint, Zhao Qingpei knew that he was almost the opposite of the Zhao family.

After the fall of the Zhao family, Wen Sheng came to power and participated in court battles. From then on, the status of the Zhou warriors began to decline.

Literary Sage began to promote Confucianism and Taoism as the foundation of the Zhou Dynasty.

"Can't."

Zhao Qingpei picked up a grape on the table and put it into his mouth, and replied calmly.

Wen Sheng was silent.

"Do you know who I am?"

Wen Sheng spoke slowly.

"Do you know who I am?"

Zhao Qingpei asked instead.

Facing Zhao Qingpei's successive disrespect, Wen Sheng still did not get angry.

"Your talents are very high, and you have the appearance of becoming a saint. Follow me and learn, and I can ensure that you become a semi-saint within 10 years."

For the Literary Sage, a disciple who could become a saint was more important than anything else, even more important than the promotion of Confucian and Taoist culture in the Great Zhou Dynasty.

The title of teacher of saints is something that can only be met but cannot be sought. It is what the literary saint wants to pursue throughout his life.

Although he is called a literary saint, in fact he is only a semi-sage. No matter how hard he studies, he can never take the step towards becoming a true saint.

If his disciple can become a saint, he might be able to get a glimpse of it and enter the realm of a true saint.

The realm of a saint is equivalent to the realm of the nine extremes of a warrior.

Therefore, Wen Sheng showed extraordinary gentleness and patience.

It's just that Zhao Qingpei didn't buy it. This poem was written by Li Bai. Zhao Qingpei had no interest in the real study of literature and ink.

Sword intent martial arts is his foundation.

What's more, his father is about to reach the threshold of the eighth level martial artist.

The eight realms of a warrior are equivalent to the semi-saint of a scholar.

There is no difference in magnitude, but in terms of strength, the scholar's half-saint can at most suppress the seventh realm of the warrior. If it encounters the eighth realm, the half-saint scholar will probably still be beaten.

After all, warriors gain strength step by step.

"you teach me?"

"That's right."

Wen Sheng seemed to see hope and smiled on his face.

"As long as you learn from me, I can guarantee that you will become a Saint for ten and a half years."

The next second, Zhao Qingpei's words made Wen Sheng's face freeze.

"You're not qualified yet."

Repeated frivolous words finally made Wen Sheng's patience reach its limit.

"Did your parents teach you to be so disrespectful?"

Wen Sheng didn't know Zhao Qingpei, so he didn't know this young man.

Wen Sheng just thought that he was a very talented young man, nothing more than a sideline among some of the clan's children.

After all, the banquet he held was in a relatively remote west location.

Little did he know that this was the position Zhao Qingpei chose himself. He just didn't want anyone to disturb him and his wife Sheng Yingting from eating fruit.

"My father once said that there is no need to respect rotten scholars who have nothing to teach."

Corrupt scholar? !

This extremely insulting term has not been spoken by Wen Sheng in front of him for a long, long time.

"You are seeking death!! You know who I am!"

"I know! Can Half-Saint Ma be able to defeat an eighth-level warrior?"

Under repeated provocations, Wen Sheng's temper finally became unbearable.

Wen Sheng's temper was not very good, and he showed great righteousness.

Zhao Zongze suddenly felt bad. Yes, he was injured now, but he still wanted to take action for the sake of his son.

Gu Wei still stopped Zhao Zongze.

"Master, the young master has a sense of propriety."

Gu Wei's half-smiling expression made Zhao Zongze hold back his actions.

"Better righteous than Haoran?"

Zhao Qingpei's fingers lightly tapped the rice paper in front of the case again.

Golden lotuses blossomed on the rice paper, and the little golden man in Zhao Qingpei's body was also drawn to burst out with rich righteousness.

"Haoran is so angry that I am so angry!!"

An even stronger sense of Haoran's righteousness burst out from the rice paper in front of Zhao Qingpei.

Is it more upright than a poem that has been echoed three times by literary bells? Is the old man crazy?

You must know that the Wen Dao bell is not rung for Zhao Qingpei!

But the song "Xia Ke Xing" before his case! !

Li Bai's Knight's Journey! !