There is no doubt that Song Ziyu’s words have created an image of himself as someone who licks blood from the edge of a knife.

No matter how effective this image is, at least everyone present believed it.

This made the rhythm of the two parties' chat seem very out of place.

Fortunately, Yuan Ling'er is indeed a woman experienced in various situations and can bring the relationship between the two parties together, which allows the small salon to continue.

This is a process of close combat between men. In order to win the right to have a "spring night" with Miss Yuan Ling'er, Boss Qian and Mr. Zhang tried their best to show their wealth and ability and wanted to have sex with Yuan Ling'er.

A "night package".

During the whole process, only Song Ziyu seemed tepid.

Song Ziyu is not interested in Yuan Ling'er's appearance at all.

Song Ziyu doesn't like this kind of girl who is ridden by thousands of people and slept with thousands of people.

But Song Ziyu also knows that the girl's time tonight must belong to him, which is why he is in such a messy place.

Therefore, despite the huge benefits provided by Boss Qian and Mr. Zhang, Song Ziyu still followed the bet leisurely.

This kind of slow show off of wealth is very boring, especially when the status of both parties reaches a certain level, bidding can no longer scare either party away.

At this time, Ms. Yuan's purpose of selling at a high price has been achieved.

Seeing that today's situation was almost over, Yuan Ling'er looked at the three of them whimsically and said: "I have already accepted the sincerity of the three young masters tonight, but the three of them are so outstanding that it is hard for me to make a choice for a while.

Who should be my bedmate? How about this? You three each write a poem. If I think who has the best literary talent, I will be his tonight."

Hearing this, Mr. Zhang was embarrassed on the spot: "Besides being a prostitute, how can I write any poems? Miss Ling'er, you are embarrassing me."

Yuan Ling'er pursed her lips and said with a smile: "Young Master Zhang, you can do whatever you want, it won't be a problem."

Mr. Zhang's face was covered with sweat like an embroidered pillow, and he couldn't think of anything useful.

On the contrary, President Qian, who was sitting next to him with a big belly, smiled and said: "Since Miss Yuan is so elegant, I will show my shame."

As he spoke, President Qian muttered: "The girl from the Yuan family is in her prime, with both talent and beauty. Her voice is as gentle as the sound of nature, and her face is as pretty as a flower."

After listening to President Qian's limerick, Yuan Ling'er smiled and said, "President Qian is a very talented person. I didn't expect that he could speak it well."

Hearing Yuan Ling'er's compliment, Chairman Qian smiled very happily.

At this time, Yuan Ling'er looked at Song Ziyu, and then said: "This benefactor, what can you do well?"

Mr. Zhang on the side sneered: "A guy with his head hanging on the waist of his trousers, how can he have ink in his stomach? Are you kidding?

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After hearing Mr. Zhang's words, Chairman Qian also smiled heartily.

Song Ziyu ignored Mr. Zhang's sarcasm and began to think.

Since I traveled to this wasteland era, this is the first time that I have met someone asking me to recite poems correctly. It is really strange.

Poetry is the most romantic masterpiece of mankind, and Song Ziyu has no attainments in this matter.

But I have never eaten pork and I have seen pigs running away.

As a liberal arts student, Song Ziyu has read not only 100 but also 80 poems.

After pondering for a while, Song Ziyu blurted out: "The clouds are like my clothes, the flowers are like my face, the spring breeze is blowing on the threshold, and the dew is thick. If I hadn't seen you on the top of a jade mountain, I would have met you under the moon on Yaotai."

Song Ziyu wrote it casually. It is one of the three Qing Ping Tiao poems written by the drunken poet to lick the dog. It is considered a bad street poem.

But that was the popularity of civilized times.

In this wasteland era, people walking on the street didn't know the word Dou Da, so Song Ziyu felt that he had borrowed it.

Unexpectedly, the effect was surprisingly good.

After hearing these four lines of poetry, several people present had their own reactions.

"The clouds are like clothes, the flowers are like faces, the spring breeze is blowing on the threshold, and the dew is thick. If we hadn't seen each other on the top of the jade mountains, we would have met under the moon on Yaotai..."

Yuan Ling'er pondered for a moment, and a moved expression appeared on her face.

It was obvious that she was possessed by the "fairy spirit" in the poem.

President Qian on the side looked heavy-breathed and flushed, looking extremely embarrassed.

Chairman Qian is a man with ink in his belly, but not much.

This little bit of ink cannot allow President Qian to demonstrate his high literary attainments, but it is enough for him to evaluate the quality of a poem.

Just now, Chairman Qian was still complacent about his poem, but now he was slapped by Song Ziyu's four casual sentences.

This kind of slap in the face came too quickly and too hard, and Chairman Qian couldn't get used to it.

As for Mr. Zhang, he seemed not to understand what Song Ziyu was talking about at all.

"What are you talking about so eloquently? What clouds and flowers are you talking about? Are you full and holding on?"

Mr. Zhang made a cold sound and spoke sarcastically.

But at this time, no one was catering to him, which made Mr. Zhang look like a fool, just barking all by himself.

finally!

Chairman Qian suddenly stood up after breathing smoothly, cupped his hands towards Song Ziyu and said: "Mr. Great Talent, Qian just now

You are bringing disgrace upon yourself.”

After saying this, Chairman Qian looked at Mr. Zhang's two hundred and fifty and then turned and left the study apartment.

Yuan Ling'er also stood up at this time, bowed to Mr. Zhang Yingying and said: "Mr. Zhang, it's so inconvenient today, Ling'er can only accompany you next time."

The implication is that Yuan Ling'er is about to see off guests. ??

No matter how stupid Zhang Dabing was, he realized at this time that Yuan Ling'er had chosen someone else tonight.

Zhang Dabing was furious on the spot.

He spent so much money, but in the end he was beaten to death because he couldn't recite poems correctly. This made Zhang Dabing angry to death.

There is no such book in the world.

"Yuan Ling'er, are you kidding me? Believe it or not, I can't let you open the door or sit on the stage?" Zhang Dabing's playboy demeanor was quickly exposed. He simply couldn't afford to lose.

"Mr. Zhang, it's not interesting for you to talk like this." Yuan Ling'er couldn't keep it off her face. Although she was just a prostitute, she had always been loved by her benefactors. She was so shameless like Zhang Dabing.

Guys are still rare.

"You bitch, don't be so shameless! You extorted so much money from me, and if you don't accompany me tonight, I won't let you stay in Zhenshi City any longer." Zhang Dabing exploded and reached out to go.

Catch Yuan Linger.

As a standard playboy, Zhang Dabing's behavior is completely consistent with his status.

If it had been another situation and another time, Zhang Dabing could have used his bow forcefully.

But it's definitely not going to work today.

A slap suddenly appeared and hit Zhang Dabing's face hard, causing Zhang Dabing's teeth to break loose.

After the slap, Song Ziyu sneered and said: "Why are you such a beast? You actually slander such a beautiful girl. Are you still a man? You are a beast!"

With that said, Song Ziyu picked up Zhang Dabing and threw him out of the study apartment.

After completing this action, Song Ziyu closed the door of the study apartment again, and then looked at Yuan Ling'er.

At this time, the girl's eyes looking at Song Ziyu had changed from appreciation to admiration.

What more can a woman ask for from such a handsome man, who not only possesses literary talents, but also possesses military force, and even has a sense of responsibility... A man like this.

"Officer..." Yuan Ling'er looked at Song Ziyu affectionately.

But Song Ziyu coughed very inappropriately.

"Sir, you're coughing up blood." Yuan Ling'er was shocked.

Song Ziyu looked at Yuan Ling'er and smiled bitterly: "Miss Yuan, I'm sorry for making you laugh."

"Sir, what's wrong with you?"

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br> Although Yuan Ling'er looked concerned, she was obviously frightened and shrank back instinctively.

Song Ziyu smiled bitterly and said: "Miss Yuan, you have also seen my situation. I am injured now, and I have no choice but to ask you to see me. I would like to ask you to recommend Dr. Wang Tiansheng..."

At that moment, Song Ziyu told Yuan Ling'er all about her situation and hoped that Yuan Ling'er could help.

After listening to Song Ziyu's words, Yuan Ling'er was thoughtful, and then said to Song Ziyu: "Master, you really think highly of me. I am just a little prostitute. Even though I have been favored by Wang Shengshou, I still can't do it."

Without more friendship, it would be unrealistic for me to invite him."

Hearing Yuan Ling'er's words, Song Ziyu showed a sad expression on his face.

However, Yuan Ling'er went on to say: "But since the young master wants something from me, I am willing to give it a try for you and see if I can ask for Wang Sheng's hand."

When Song Ziyu heard this, he immediately became excited: "Young girl is so eager and kind! Thank you Song in advance."

Yuan Ling'er changed the topic and said: "Don't panic and thank me first. This matter is not easy to handle. It costs money. You have to pay a lot of money!"
To be continued...