Make tea!

What should lsp mean? After all, a courtesan like Ru Meng cannot be used by anyone who wants to.

Especially the flower boats driving on Tonglong River, if there is no power behind them, no one will believe it.

As for a big boss who is too awesome, you can also force yourself to sleep, but it just doesn’t sound nice to say it out.

According to rumors, a great monk in the dispersal realm of Huanxi Sect wanted to be beaten by a mysterious strong man and vomited blood without following the rules.

However, the Huanxi Sect is famous in the immortal cultivation world, and there are a lot of such people, so when it is spread, everyone feels it is ordinary, even likes to hear it, and they don’t think this great monk in the dispersal realm is too embarrassing.

But you have to try it on a famous family.

Have you ever sprayed your old face?

This is the power of character design.

If you are respectful, you will naturally have to demand yourself with better requirements.

Mo Qi never experienced tea surrounds in his two lives. In the last life, he was because he broke the law, and in this life, he had only been through time for a few years, and he was still not familiar with him.

"Miss Rumeng's tea circumference has begun. Who are you going to sign up?"

The pretty woman said with a bright smile on her eyes.

"I'll do it!"

A young man with a jade face instantly opened the folding fan and smiled quite elegantly.

"Hey, Shangguan Ye, this guy ran out secretly again?"

This young man is obviously very famous and many people recognize him.

Mo Qi naturally didn't know him, so he asked the person next to him curiously.

"Brother, who?"

The man glanced at the two women behind Mo Qi, and then thought about one behind him. He cursed so many rich people in his heart, but a humble smile appeared on his face.

"Shangguan Ye, the young master of the Shangguan family of the Tongtian Empire, was obsessed with Miss Rumeng for a long time. He once made a vow that he would not marry Miss Rumeng. Every time he got tea, he would have to be imprisoned by his family a few times ago. Now he has appeared again. It probably was sneaked out."

Don't give up...

Cowhide!

The smile on the pretty woman's face stiffened and her eyes were a little helpless.

Although Shangguan Ye spent money on the boat, Miss Rumeng obviously had no interest in him, so he still relied on it.

So much so that the entire Shangguan family wants to kill the flower boat now, and even the forces behind them are under a lot of pressure.

"And me!"

"I, I... If I can be in love with Miss Rumeng overnight, it will be worth it."

In an instant, more than a dozen people signed up directly.

These people look like immortal cultivators, because their unique temperament is very different from ordinary mortals.

"I'll go too! Brother Fifth, should I join in the fun?" Mo Qi asked.

Ye Fan took a deep breath.

"How much does it cost?"

Ye Fan also thought, it was obvious that he was fascinated by this Ru Meng.

"Not many, only ten spirit stones." The brother next to him said happily.

Ye Fan!

"My junior brother, I won't go!"

Poverty restricts Ye Fan's path to pursuing his dreams, although with the wealth of his fifth senior brother, he can also take out a thousand spirit stones.

But Ye Fan would never put ten spirit stone flowers in such places.

Mo Qi's eyes flashed slightly.

It seems that it is not too fascinating, at least it is not desperate.

"Okay, you're waiting for me here. I'll go see how much this girl Ru Meng has to pay."

More than a dozen people paid the money, passed by the second floor, and went straight to the third floor.

Listening to the squeaking sounds on the second floor, Mo Qi sighed a little. The appearance of a dream made these people excited again.

The environment on the third floor is much quieter.

There is no noise even when I hear it.

The two maids were waiting early at this time.

"Dear young men, whether you can enter the boudoir of Miss Ru Meng next depends on your ability. I will take my leave first."

The pretty woman turned around and left.

The two maids walked out and looked at the group of people coming over, and their expressions were normal.

"Everyone, my lady has three levels in total. If all three levels pass, it means that she can enter the lady's boudoir." A maid said with a smile.

"Qiaoyue, just say what the first level is! " Shangguan Ye obviously knew these two maids, and said gracefully at this time.

Qiaoyue gave him a blank look.

This person is really, the lady obviously doesn't like him.

"Yes, I want to see what problems this courtesan can have."

A young man who was obviously a cultivator chuckled and said.

In other words, all those present are cultivators.

After all, there are nine men in the world, and sex criticism occupies eight and nine!

"Then you all, please listen. In the first level, my lady has always admired the Confucian Son. When she heard that the Confucian Son had a great poem, she used the piano just now as the title. Please write a poem within a quarter of an hour."

"Miss admits his poetic talent and passes!"

The Confucian Son...

Everyone was stunned, this title...

Is it the mysterious guy who is recognized by Confucianism, but has never appeared?

Mo Qi's face became a little strange.

enmm...

It shouldn't be myself.

I obviously refused!

The Holy Son sounds like a stepping stone to others. Among many fantasy novels, the protagonist likes to beat the Holy Son the most.

"This poem... won't be at the level of the Confucian saint, right? Miss Qiaoyue, don't joke. How can we compare to the poetry attainments of Confucian saint?" Shangguan Ye said with a somewhat ugly expression.

"Yes, Miss Qiaoyue, the name of Confucian sage son, is rumored to be the reincarnation of Wenqu's great hero. If we can have this level, wouldn't we also be Confucian sage sons?"

"Not bad, the Confucian saint's saint, 'I think of the immortal, is in the east corner of the blue sea, the sea is cold and the wind is winding, and the white waves are everywhere, the mountains are pouring over. The long whale gushing and cannot be moved, and the tears are as vast as pearls. The blue birds come from the west and fly east, and I wish to send a book to thank Magu.' These poems are not something I can do."

Mo Qi's face was stiff in an instant.

Hold the grass!

I'm damn...

"Thinking" by the Confucian Son???

What I borrowed from Li Bai at the beginning?

The Confucian Son, is it me?

Mo Qi was stunned and couldn't believe it. He was so fucking rejected, those old men!!!

Regardless of his rejection, he was directly appointed as the Confucian Son?

Everyone did not notice Mo Qi's abnormality. At this time, Qiaoyue spoke again, with a slight hint of mockery in her voice.

"Who is the Confucian Son? He is the heir of the entire Confucianism. The talents you possess are naturally not comparable to. You just need to make poems that make the ladies unsatisfactory!"

Everyone didn't care about the ridicule in Qiaoyue's tone, after all... she was right!

The talents of Confucian sages are indeed not comparable to them.

"That's OK!"

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Cultivators usually read obscure and difficult-to-understand martial arts and ancient books, so they think they are still talented.

"People, please!"

Paper, ink, pen and inkstone are the same as the imperial examination.
To be continued...