Half fairy

Chapter 979

As soon as he heard that the famous so-called number one talent in the world was going to start playing with words, both Chong'er and Mu Aotie immediately became energetic.

Although it can be regarded as getting along with Yu Qing for many years, it is really difficult for the big guy to see the scene of Tan Hualang showing his talent. He only knows that this is a super talented person who is praised by everyone.

Even Mu Aotie, when he was in the mountains before, he only knew that the master forced the old fifteen to practice calligraphy, but he didn't take it seriously until the old fifteen's talent became famous all over the world. Those of them are belatedly aware.

The last time I saw Yu Qing's inscription at the inn in Tianji Mountain, I occasionally showed his sharpness, and it seemed to be very amazing. Anyway, he heard that Lianyu praised him again and again, and he felt really amazing. Let's see what kind of talent leaks out.

Baili Xin, who was carefully checking the safety in the corner of the room, also walked out quickly when he heard the sound, his eyes were full of wonder, and he was ready to open his eyes.

Chong'er flipped through the pen, ink, paper and inkstone in the room, spread it out on the long table, and then immediately grinded the ink upright by the side. He is very good at serving this way, and he used to be a schoolboy with that Xu Fei back then. It's time to practice. Looking at Yu Qing who rolled up his sleeves, he was full of anticipation.

With his sleeves rolled up high, Yu Qing, who walked to the case, glanced at the snow-white paper, full of pride, with that look and demeanor, the Tanhua Lang who wrote "The time comes, the purple air, the mountains and rivers move", seems to have returned.

After the ink was finished, he picked up the pen and dipped it in the ink, but when he wanted to pick it up, he couldn't pick up the pen for a long time.

What to write?Write another "good world"?
I wrote one after another in the past, and I didn’t think there was anything wrong with it. Now I’m writing “The world is good”, but I feel that it’s not up to standard to just write about it. Will it affect the subsequent selling price? No effect?

Well, there are some sentences in the poems written by Su Qiuzi just now, but I don't know how good they are.

Logically speaking, that Mr. Ming has failed the rankings many times, and Su Qiuzi has also failed the rankings many times. Mr. Ming's writing can be called the most talented person in the world, so Su Qiuzi's writing is at least passable, right?

He immediately picked up the pen, and was about to copy Su Qiuzi's sentences, but found that he didn't take other people's poems seriously at all, and he couldn't memorize a complete sentence. Those manuscripts have already been photographed with one palm, and now I don't have to copy them if I want to.

Mu Aotie, Chong'er, and Bailixin, the eyes of the three followed his brush strokes. Seeing that he hadn't written for a long time, he observed his expressions, and couldn't understand what he was thinking. Anyway, it was unpredictable, so it should be a brainstorming ?

They didn't understand, and they didn't dare to ask, they held their breath for fear of being disturbed.

Pat, hanging the pen for too long, a little black ink dripped on the white paper, showing signs of slowly smearing.

Yu Qing also felt that he thought of some things too simply. Mr. Ming is Mr. Ming, and Su Qiuzi is Su Qiuzi. They should not be equated. The possibility of the latter being as talented as the former is extremely small. It is well known that those who produce some substandard poems and poems will really cut off their own way of making money. This way of making money must be well maintained. This is not a small amount of money, so we must not be short-sighted.

After much deliberation, it is best to find Mr. Ming to cooperate in this matter. After all these years, Mr. Ming will not be dead, right?Well, go back and find a way to find him.

As for what to write in front of him, he didn't think about it. He decided to take a look at tonight's lot and see what the equivalent of what was written before deciding what to write.

After I made up my mind, he finally landed on the spot of black ink, picked up the pen and drew a circle of "ears" around the black spot, embellished it into the shape of a small flower, and then stopped writing.

"..."

What the hell?Mu Aotie, Chong'er, and Baili Xin stared at the crooked and ugly flower together, and then raised their eyes to Yu Qing. There was indescribable shock in their eyes. Aren't they going to practice their brushwork?Practiced this for a long time?
Seemingly understanding everyone's eyes, Yu Qing sighed with his hands behind his hands, "If you say you have to give up writing and follow martial arts, you can't be dishonest in your words, you can't be dishonest in your words, alas!"

Chong'er and Baili Xin who said this were slightly embarrassed and deeply regretful. Is such a good talent really going to be buried?
But Mu Aotie didn't believe it, he knew Yu Qing too well, he wouldn't believe it even if he was beaten to death for such a valuable thing.

He didn't know what Yu Qing was worried about, but he knew that there must be some important reason why Yu Qing would rather give up making money than write.

The sea and sky are vast, the setting sun is sinking, the red glow is fading, the darkness is dim, and the stars are shining in a blink of an eye.

The waves are surging, the lights are just coming up, Yu Qing and others find the inn's buddy to lead the way, the cables are swaying, and the rope ladder takes them to the middle and upper floors of the pavilion.

A spacious three-story hall, the main hall is brightly lit, while the wing rooms on the surrounding floors are half-hidden in darkness, covered by bead curtains, making it difficult to see the people and halls inside.

Yu Qing and the others are not extravagant people, and they live in relatively ordinary rooms. They are not considered VIPs, so they are not qualified to go to the wing rooms. Pastries are free.

The moment they walked into the hall, in the highest and best wing room, a handsome man behind the bead curtain had already fixed his eyes on them. If they saw them, they would recognize it at a glance. It was their little uncle Zhou Xinyuan.

The little uncle, who was playing with a folding fan in his hand, watched them take their seats, and didn't seem to have any intention of meeting them.

"Here, that Tanhua Lang has arrived..."

A woman's soft voice came from a slightly noisy environment. The word "Tan Hua Lang" made the little uncle's ears move slightly, and his gaze quickly locked on the door. charming woman.

The woman was half-nuggling next to a man with a bearded beard and a loose and free appearance, and the man was also playing with a folding fan in his hand.

The amber sea is like summer all the year round, and there are quite a few people with folding fans in their hands.

After looking at the seats of Yu Qing and the others, Hu Chanan asked softly, "Have you found out the details of tonight's auction?"

The red-haired girl replied in a low voice, "Ten auctions have been raised for the time being. According to the people in the pavilion, if any of the guests in the casino downstairs wants to sell something temporarily, they will add more auctions. The current details are basically known. Cleared."

They blocked the door, and under the respectful gesture of the staff of Zhihai Pavilion, the two moved to the seating area.

Without any surprises, the two sat next to Yu Qing. When they were seated, Hu Chanan and Yu Qing nodded to each other, and then looked unfamiliar and didn't talk to each other.

As various guests arrived one after another, the vacancies in the auction house were filled one after another, but outsiders could not see clearly what was going on in the surrounding rooms.

When the occupancy rate was [-]% full, a gorgeously dressed woman came in the best wing room at the top, walked directly past the seat, and walked to the railing, looking at the situation of the auction room below with a sense of supercilious aloofness.

This girl's name is Xiang Hai Hua, she is the daughter of Xiang Luo Ce, and also the owner of Zhi Hai Pavilion.

The status and status in this amber sea can be imagined, but the appearance is not flattering, the appearance is really mediocre, it is not as good as the two personal maids who followed in, the talent in appearance is the same as other talents, it is not determined by status of.

Although there are many beautiful women in the world, they are not everywhere.

Perhaps because she was standing in front of her and blocked her view, the folding fan in the hand of the little martial uncle actually directly poked Xiang Haihua's ass, which can be described as extremely presumptuous.

Xiang Haihua was startled by this move, and she slapped the folding fan back, looking at the two personal maids, she was obviously a little flustered, she obviously didn't expect this man to do this in public, she tried her best to be indifferent, staring He gave him a stern warning look.

The little uncle sat there disapprovingly, and even kissed her in the air.

Xiang Haihua couldn't help but smile bitterly, rolled her eyes, and said to the two maids, "You guys go out first."

"Yes." The two maids took the order and retreated, as if they hadn't seen anything.

After the outsiders were gone, Xiang Haihua gritted her lips and sat down next to the junior uncle. She stretched out her hand and pinched the junior uncle's waist and twisted it hard, "You are going to die, how dare you molested me in public? , do you think you don’t want to live anymore?”

The little uncle gritted his teeth, "Oh, it hurts."

Xiang Haihua let go angrily.

But the folding fan stretched out again and raised her chin, "Yo, do you want to be a tigress or a housekeeper? You're so shady, do you want to murder your husband?"

"Go." Xiang Haihua pushed it away, "The ghost knows whose husband you are, and the ghost knows why you came here to fool me."

The folding fan stretched out again to tease her neck, her body, and her chest, "What are you fooling about?"

She was about to reach out to open it again, but the little uncle grabbed her hand and pulled her into his arms, and asked softly, "Okay, why are you saying such weird things again?"

After being touched by him comfortingly, Xianghaihua's expression also became gentle, she hugged him and leaned against him, and sighed softly: "You look like someone who is used to seeing beautiful women among thousands of flowers, and I am nothing Beauty, my temper is not good, why do you like me, I know some things well."

The little uncle raised her chin, met her eyes, and there seemed to be affection in his eyes, "I like it, but you don't understand, women, many of them are gold and jade, but there is only one face. It’s actually meaningless. It’s really good to hide some things, the skin is smooth and tender, and it feels good to the touch. It’s tender and juicy, which makes people linger on. Only those who only know how to look at their faces are called superficial.”

As he said that, his hand had unknowingly touched into his collar to search for something, "You are a woman with a heart and wisdom, and you are not what you see on the surface. You understand everything, but you are just not good at expressing it, or I don't bother to express, I like a woman with a true temperament like you the most.

A woman like you is a treasure, she won't cause trouble for me, she doesn't need me to support her, and she doesn't even need me to be responsible for anything. Every day is what you like.Haihua, with you, I am very comfortable and relaxed, I like you very much.

Besides, what's wrong with your temper?Is there anything wrong with me?You are always good in front of me. When I asked you to kneel, didn't you kneel honestly? "

After being teased by a few words, the affectionate Xiang Haihua spit at him immediately, her face turned red, she quickly got up and pulled his hand away, sat down and tidied up her collar, complaining, "Do something indiscriminately." Move your feet, tell me how to go out to meet people later, let my father know later, and see if you are afraid."

The little uncle sniffed the hand that touched her body, and he was obsessed with the smell, "I have nothing to be afraid of, I don't want to show up with you, I just don't want to make public, I just don't want people to misunderstand that I'm a softie It’s just a joke, our status doesn’t match, it’s easy for people to misunderstand that I have plans for you, I don’t want to listen to those gossips.”

He reached out and stroked her earlobe, "I don't want anything from you, and you don't want to put your status on me, just be a little girl in front of me, if you're happy, we'll be together, if you're not, we'll break up , don’t ask anyone, just ask one of them if they want to be together, and only one of them will not regret it, okay?”

Xiang Haihua, who had just finished arranging his clothes, had a gentle expression on his face, and then slowly snuggled into his arms, lovingly enjoying the breath of his body, and muttered, "What's so interesting about the auction."

"Of course you're used to seeing it like this. Didn't I come here to see it? Why, can't you just stay with me?"

"Okay, can I be a little girl to accompany you?"

"Hey, first call 'husband' to listen."

(End of this chapter)