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The wind and rain are dark, endless, and it is getting late.

In the wind and rain, a carriage was galloping rapidly towards the wilderness. The carriage was as warm as spring. Master Peng's fat body was squeezed inside, and the huge carriage space suddenly became cramped.

He was holding a glass of wine in his hand, and took a sip, so comfortable that his whole face stretched out. Then the beautiful face appeared in his mind, and he couldn't help but feel a stir in his heart - he really didn't expect that the girl from the Ye family was so beautiful and amazing, and she was simply a disaster for the country and the people.

Although he is still young and has not yet grown, Master Peng likes this kind of thing the most, young and charming. Whenever he hears them crying and moaning under him, he always feels a kind of destructive and raging pleasure, which can loosen the 38,000 pores in his body.

"My second brother doesn't know what it is, it's the same for a while. When he was in Pengcheng, he said that he should not look for the Ye family anymore, but when he came to Daoan Mansion, he said that the girl from the Ye family had arrived in the city and asked me to act according to the opportunity... Tsk tsk, fortunately I went to take a look, otherwise I would have left the treasure."

A little drunkenness surged in my heart, and Peng Qingcheng thought happily:

"At this time, Su Huyuan must have succeeded. I just wish I could fly to the other yard and enjoy it... Humph, I missed the opportunity after several times. This time, it depends on how you little girl can escape from the palm of my master. Tonight, we happened to eat the golden gun and go in and out."

Thinking of the wonderful things, hehe, he laughed.

"Such a wonderful person should be tamed and taken home for a long time. As for her stupid brother, chop it up and feed it to the dog. But it's strange that he has already terminated the engagement with Miss Jiang, why is the second brother so angry? Even this matter has rarely been supported. Although the second brother said that no matter how I do it, he will only ask, but his attitude is already praised... Forget it, no matter how much he does, he will be his official position and I will be my Peng Batian."

The more I thought about it, the more anxious he became, and shouted to the outside world: "Zhang San, hurry up."

The coachman Zhang San quickly responded: "Yes, young master."

The whip is whipping, and the horse is galloping faster...

...

The wind and rain flow through the river, causing the waves to churn, as if a turbulent giant snake was twisting its body. A boat was moored on the river surface, connecting it into a matrix, not afraid of the big waves.

On the Jiang family boat, Jiang Zhinian was sitting drinking tea when he saw his granddaughter coming in and asked, "Jing'er, is Junsheng back?"

Jiang Jing'er angrily said, "Not yet, this idiot, I don't know where to take my sister, and no one was seen at this time."

Jiang Zhinian asked: "Have you ever sent someone to Daoan Mansion to look for it?"

"Sent."

Jiang Zhinian calmed down and said, "Then wait a little longer."

Jiang Jing'er said, "Grandpa, the Xu hour is coming soon, and the title of the poem is about to be published. I wonder if he can't write poems and is afraid of making a fool of himself, so he ran away secretly?"

"No, Junsheng is not such a person."

Jiang Zhinian is very sure.

Jiang Jing'er said: Who knows, this fool seems dull, but in fact he is full of bad water...

After about a cup of tea, the entourage who went to Daoan Mansion to find someone came back, and they all said that they had not seen the Ye brothers and sisters.

Jiang Jing'er stomped her feet hard.

At this time, news came out that the topic of this Dao'an Poetry Conference was released, and the topic was "Jiang" was added. The subject matter was not limited, and it could be poems, lyrics and essays, and it was a lot of composition.

Jiang Jing'er looked at her grandfather: "Grandpa, what should I do?"

Jiang Zhinian smiled bitterly and said, "Stay waiting." What can I do? He is an escort agency and a martial arts expert. He can do a sword and a gun, but he can do it without writing or writing.

Jiang Jing'er said angrily: "I knew this fool was unreliable."

Jiang Zhinian comforted him: "Jing'er, don't be irritable. Anyway, we are dealing with official business and don't have much hope. Even if we can't hand in poetry, it's nothing."

Over the years, no business invited by the merchants has hired a representative of the poetry festival that can squeeze into the primary election, which is rare.

Jiang Jing'er pouted and said, "But this is too ugly, it can make people laugh. She may even be caught in the braid and say she is despised by the poetry meeting."

Jiang Zhinian looked at her and suddenly clapped her hands: "I have a way."

"What's the solution?"

"You, Jing'er, have you been reading for several years? Hurry up and write a book for the commission."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Jing'er's little mouth was wide open, and her head was shaking like a rattle: "No, no, I can't write."

Although she has been reading for several years, she still focuses more on practicing martial arts. What she hates the most are those literary poems.

Jiang Zhinian didn't care: "Jing'er, if you don't write, do you still have to write grandpa? I'm so old, it's easy for me."

"But……"

"No more, hurry up and prepare. I'll go and take a walk in Zhanghuaishan first." As he said that, he ran out.

"Grandpa, you are not righteous!"

Jiang Jing'er roared, and she was so aggrieved that she almost burst into tears.

After waiting for a long time, Ye Junsheng was still missing. Seeing that half of the time to submit the manuscript, Jiang Jing'er was anxious and had no choice but to go back to the room. Then she remembered that she had never brought the four treasures of the study and had to go to Ye Junsheng's room, find pen and ink, and sit on the desk and think hard.

As the saying goes, "Article is natural, but it is obtained by a skillful hand." This is a literary and artistic knowledge that requires talent and cannot be learned by just cramming.

"The river surging, and it goes hundreds of miles..."

No, I remember that the teacher said that poetry requires exaggerated rhetoric, so that it seems to be bold, so let's go "around tens of thousands of miles".

But what should I do after traveling tens of thousands of miles...

Jiang Jinger racked her brains and searched for her dry intestines. She finally said something, but unexpectedly she couldn't get it later. She was so anxious that she turned around. She scratched her head and cheeks and splashed out some ink, and a few points were sprinkled on her crystal face. With a touch, she suddenly became a big cat and looked embarrassed.

"Ye Junsheng, you bastard!"

Miss Jiang finally couldn't help but get angry, threw the brush hard, and grabbed the paper again-

"Huh, this is it?"

In an instant, she found a piece of paper full of words on her desk, picked it up and couldn't help but recite: "The river flows eastward, the waves wash away, and the eternal heroes..."

This is a poem that should be written by Ye Junsheng. The most important thing is that it is related to "Jiang".

Jiang Jing'er was overjoyed. In a hurry, she couldn't read the good or bad of the poem. She just thought about having something to do, so thankful. Seeing that the poem had no title and signed, she bit the pen and thought for a while, and finally decided on a topic that she thought was more appropriate. So she wrote "Nostalgia" with the words "Written by Ye Junsheng, the representative of the poem by Pengcheng Jiangteng Escort Agency" added to the words "Written by Ye Junsheng, the representative of the poem by Pengcheng Jiangteng Escort Agency."

In this way, the format is more formal. It is just on a piece of paper, two handwritings, one flying dragon and phoenix dancing, and one graceful and graceful, which is not so harmonious. But at this time, Jiang Jing'er could not care about so much. She quickly blew the ink and took it out and delivered it to the person who specially received the manuscript-

At this time, it was less than a quarter of an hour before the deadline, and the wind and rain were falling, and Ye Junsheng had not come back yet.
Chapter completed!