A Quick Walkthrough: Male God, Don’t Run Away

Li Shixin blushed with anxiety. Li Shiqin and her sister did not deal with it, and hurriedly retorted: "It was Zhou Lingyi who bullied Wei Leyao first, I saw it!"

Chen Guangyun glanced at Li Shixin with a smile, Lu Zhiyuan stood up from the chair, raised his eyebrows with his arms crossed: "Okay, it's not a matter of the little girl's family, we big men are involved. If anyone is not convinced, in front of It's a fight in front of everyone."

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It turned out that the ancients would also be cold and humorous, Shu An gave a slight smile, pressed Li Shixin's hand and said, "Don't worry, justice is in the hearts of the people."

Lu Zhiyuan's voice was celadon-like, crisp and clear.

Zhou Lingrong listened in a daze, and stood up shyly with her handkerchief in her hand: "Sister, it's easy to get married and it's not easy to solve it. Why don't you and Miss Wei apologize to each other, and this matter will be over."

In order to impress Changshan Hou Shizi, Zhou Lingrong acted as a good person.

Li Shixin grabbed Shu Ange's hand and involuntarily showed two small tiger teeth.

She didn't know whether to persuade her to make peace, to turn the big things into small ones, or to support Shu Ange to the end.

Chen Guangzhao finally met Shu Ange in an upright manner. He didn't want to waste too long on idle people and so on. He stretched out his hand and made a please gesture: "The two girls sit here, no one dares to bother you again."

"Thank you sir."

Shu Ange smiled and bowed towards Chen Guangzhao, feeling like he was playing role-playing.

Li Shixin hurriedly changed seats with Shu Ange, and whispered, "Otherwise, I'd better change seats."

"Don't worry about it, just accompany me."

Shu Ange and Chen Guangzhao were separated by a table.

Wei Leyao's siblings were left on the spot, completely dumbfounded. After waiting for a while, seeing that no one took care of them, the two of them left together disheveled.

Before the banquet, everyone gathered together, reciting poems and writing poems.

Men and women were divided into two groups, one wrote poems with snow as the title, and the other wrote poems with plum as the title.

Zhou Lingyi is not a talented girl who loves to sing poetry, and Shu Ange does not join in the fun.

Chu Lian wrote a poem about snow on a whim, and Chen Guangyun was excited to play with arrows and throw pots.

At the Qiongmei Banquet, there were quite a few outstanding sons and beauties, and everyone tried their best to show it off in front of others.

Before going to the banquet, Zhou Lingrong guessed a few themes of today's poems in advance, and asked someone to write a few poems on behalf of Catcher.

After the title of the poem was announced, Zhou Lingrong thought for a moment, then picked up the pen in one fell swoop.

After she stopped writing, she looked around with pride. Everyone was thinking or writing, but few completed poems.

Her gaze fell on Lu Zhiyuan.

His handsome appearance and prominent family background made Zhou Lingrong's heart move.

After the ink stains dried, she untied her cape, held the poem she wrote, and walked towards Lu Zhiyuan lightly.

Shu Ange doesn't like to write poetry, and is somewhat interested in throwing pots.

She took an arrow and gave half of it to Li Shixin: "Shixin, let's throw the pot."

Li Shixin snorted, a small smile appeared on his face, and two tiger teeth were secretly revealed.

Just as Shu Ange threw an arrow, Chen Guangzhao's voice sounded unexpectedly.

"Does Miss Zhou like to throw pots?"

While throwing arrows, she said with a smile: "It's interesting, it's okay to play occasionally."

Zhou Lingrong carried her skirt and walked towards Lu Zhiyuan, and when she heard that the eldest son of Chengguo Gongfu was talking to her sister, she felt a strong sense of jealousy in her heart.

Oh, what is she.

Even after retiring from her relatives, she is still restless, trying to get fat and tall, and she doesn't even look at Chengguo Gongfu, whether she can climb it.

"Master Lu, I have heard for a long time that you have made great achievements in poetry and poetry. I wonder if you can give some guidance to the little girl."

Zhou Lingrong held her poems in both hands, her pointed melon seed face was half drooping, and there was light smoke in her eyes.

Lu Zhiyuan held the arrow in his hand, raised his eyebrows impatiently, and said to Chu Lian, "Brother Wen Yuan, you usually love these sour poems, so please help others appreciate it."

After he finished speaking, he specially changed the place to throw the pot, leaving behind an embarrassed Zhou Lingrong.

There were already many men gathered in front of Chu Lian, who asked him for poetry and prose, so Zhou Lingrong couldn't squeeze in.

When Zhou Lingrong got up to ask Lu Zhiyuan for poetry and prose, Li Shiqin also left his seat.

She walked to the rockery by the lake and looked around for a while, when her eyes were suddenly blindfolded.

"Hmph, let go."

Her tone was soft and coquettish, and her delicate fingertips touched a pair of rough hands.

"Good Qin'er, cousin misses you so much."

The man's hand moved from Li Shiqin's eyes to her waist, turned her around eagerly, lowered his head and kissed her cherry mouth.

Li Shiqin leaned back, covered his face with his hand, and said with a tender smile, "It's itchy, it's so itchy, I'll see someone later, cousin, don't make trouble."

The man slipped his fingers into Li Shiqin's snow-white neck, pinched it, and said with a smile, "My good Qiner is getting more and more beautiful."

Li Shiqin twisted his body and snorted: "Don't call me Hao Qin'er. You and my sister are about to have a good time, why do you provoke me?"

Qin Jinhua hugged her waist and laughed in a low voice: "Whoever wants to marry a wooden man as his wife, I will tell my uncle tomorrow that I will change a younger sister to be the bride."

In terms of appearance, Li Shixin is more beautiful than Li Shiqin.

Qin Jinhua has a hobby unknown to outsiders, that is, he likes to molest boys and girls.

Li Shiqin has not yet reached the age of 笄, and he is young and tender. He is the same age as Huaguduoer. Every frown and smile makes him lose his soul.

Tan Jinhua prefers the angry and affectionate Li Shiqin to the dull and reticent fiancee.

"You lied to me again, if you marry Li Shixin, I will ignore you for the rest of my life."

Li Shiqin said harsh words, wrinkling the tip of her red nose.

"Good cousin, when has my cousin lied to you. Attach my ear, and I will tell you quietly."

Li Shiqin obediently put his ears close, and the two of them whispered together when their heads met.

"Okay, wonderful!"

"Hit, hit again!"

Shu Ange and Chen Guangzhao were on a whim and compared to throwing a pot.

The two grabbed an arrow each and threw the pot with their eyes closed.

Lu Zhiyuan proposed to make it more difficult for the two of them, and let them move three feet away from them while holding the quiver.

Li Shixin bit her lip and looked at Shu Ange nervously. She wanted to shout like others, but she couldn't say it.

Each of them had ten arrows in their hands, and the two of them had already thrown four arrows each, and each of them hit the pot with precision.

Seeing this, Chen Guangyun brought a leather drum for a replacement, and he personally played the drum to disrupt the rhythm.

The chaotic drum beats covered the pace of the pot-throwing man. The two of them lost their faces, for fear that the arrow would be stuck in their backs in the next moment.

"I have a good time in Brother Shi, and the drums are good, but it's a bit incompetent."

Lu Zhiyuan looked at Chen Guangyun with a smile. He, a man who only followed his elder brother's footsteps, made it clear that he was cheating to let Chen Guangzhao win.

Zhou Lingyi is just an ordinary woman, how can she identify the position by listening to the sound and find the place to throw the pot in the chaos.

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