Fox demon: Carry my piano music with me forever

Oh no, using the term "donkey" to describe it might be a bit insulting to donkeys.

Because Fu Changsheng not only had to accompany Tushan Rongrong shopping, but also had to be responsible for paying the money, even the donkeys in the production team did not dare to bully her like this.

When she walked to the door of a flower shop, Tushan Rongrong's eyes suddenly lit up and she walked forward and picked up a small wreath.

Then, Tushan Rongrong took advantage of Fu Changsheng's inattention and stood on tiptoe to put the wreath on Fu Changsheng's head.

"Hmm?" Fu Changsheng raised his eyebrows and looked at the wreath on his forehead that looked like a headband with some surprise.

"Puchi!..." On the other side, Tushan Rongrong looked at Fu Changsheng wearing a wreath and couldn't help but covering her mouth and laughing out loud.

Fu Changsheng's long hair fell down naturally. In addition, Fu Changsheng himself was quite handsome. With a garland on his head, he looked more like a lady from a noble family who stayed at home.

"Well~ yes, our Changsheng is indeed naturally beautiful~" Tushan Rongrong couldn't help but walk around with her hands behind her back and looked at Fu Changsheng.

"Oh, I wish you were my sister." Tu Shan Rongrong sighed with some regret.

"I'm a man, so I can only be your younger brother, right?" Fu Changsheng looked at Tushan Rongrong strangely.

Although Fu Changsheng didn't want to admit it, the fact was that the little loli in front of him, who was two heads shorter than him, was three hundred years older than him.

"Oh~that won't work." Tushan Rongrong suddenly smiled and shook her head.

"Why?" Fu Changsheng asked curiously.

Then, Tushan Rongrong waved towards Fu Changsheng in a slightly mysterious manner, signaling him to lower his head.

Then, Tushan Rongrong slowly leaned close to Fu Changsheng's ear, and a soft voice came out slowly:

"Because, if you were my brother, I wouldn't be able to help you..."

After a moment, I don’t know what Tushan Rongrong said to Fu Changsheng, but Fu Changsheng’s expression suddenly changed slightly, and his cheeks suddenly felt slightly hot.

After saying that, Tushan Rongrong blew gently into Fu Changsheng's ear with a wicked smile on her face.

The hot and humid air hit his ears, and Fu Changsheng trembled slightly due to the sensitivity.

"Tsk, can't a little girl be a little more serious?"

Fu Changsheng had a faint blush on his face. He frowned and glared at Tushan Rongrong, then turned his back.

"Puff!...Hehe~" Seeing Fu Changsheng's reaction, Tushan Rongrong couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle, like a child who had successfully played a prank, laughing particularly happily.

After a long time, the smile on Tushan Rongrong's face gradually faded.

She looked at Fu Changsheng's back, her eyebrows slightly lowered, and whispered in a voice that only she could hear:

"Xiao Changsheng, I am very serious when I say this."

Chapter 31 Who is the book boy? It's so hard to guess!

"Okay~ You're a grown man, you can't be unable to withstand a little teasing from a little girl like me?" Tushan Rongrong pulled Fu Changsheng over and curled her lips slightly.

Fu Changsheng felt a little helpless, but there was nothing he could do about this little guy, so he reached out to pay.

"Oh, that's not necessary." Tushan Rongrong suddenly interrupted Fu Changsheng.

"I like the way you wear it, so consider it a gift from me." As she said that, Tushan Rongrong reached into her sleeve, took out a wallet, and paid the boss.

"This is a gift from me, you are not allowed to take it off." Tushan Rongrong turned her head and raised a finger and said seriously.

"Didn't you say you had no money?" The moment Fu Changsheng saw Tushan Rongrong take out her wallet, his face suddenly turned dark.

"It's gone now." Tushan Rongrong deliberately emphasized the word "now", and then she flipped her palm, and the wallet in her hand disappeared out of thin air as if by magic.

"......" Seeing this scene, Fu Changsheng's mouth corners suddenly twitched violently.

"Okay, let's continue."

Tushan Rongrong ignored Fu Changsheng's expression and continued to walk onto the street in small steps.

After a while, Tushan Rongrong's attention was suddenly attracted by a crowd of people in the distance.

"It seems quite lively over there, let's go and take a look."

Tushan Rongrong pulled Fu Changsheng into the crowd. In front of them was a stage similar to a theater stage, decorated with lights and colors, as if some event was being held.

There was a banner hanging on the stage with the words "Poetry Conference" written in large letters.

"Dear friends, this year is the first time we hold the Qixi Poetry and Vocabulary Competition!" said the host on the stage with anticipation.

"The rules of the event are very simple. It is to let everyone show their poetic talent and offer our blessings for this wonderful festival!"

"The winner will have the chance to pick any item from our current prize pool!"

As he spoke, the host smiled confidently, took a step back and revealed the prize on the stage.

They were a mid-grade spiritual sword, a high-grade spiritual stone, and five thousand taels of silver.

Of course, the most eye-catching thing is the exquisite colorful feathered dress in the middle, which makes all the women present fall in love with it.

Hearing this, Fu Changsheng in the audience also became a little interested.

I have long wanted to see the ancients reciting poems and composing couplets, which can make up for the romance hidden in my heart as a science and engineering man in my previous life.

In a trance, Fu Changsheng suddenly felt someone pulling the corner of his clothes.

Turning around, it was Tushan Rongrong.

"Changsheng, I want that." Tushan Rongrong raised her hand and pointed at the colorful feathered dress on the table, her eyes full of expectation.

"Miss Third, I can't buy this." Fu Changsheng spread his hands helplessly. It was an event prize and was not for sale.

"I'll give you a hundred taels, and you go and win it back for me."

"No." Fu Changsheng shook his head decisively.

Not to mention that I am a science student in the 21st century, I definitely can't beat these locals at this.

Besides, the starting price of that colorful feathered robe is at least three thousand taels, but Tushan Rongrong only offered a reward of one hundred taels.

After all, cows still eat grass and produce milk. Tushan Rongrong is going to let Changsheng down by having diarrhea on an empty stomach.

Tushan Rongrong, who was rejected, pouted in dissatisfaction and turned her head away angrily.

"Okay, the first part is writing poetry!" After a while, the host on the stage said excitedly.

"Please write a poem on the spot on the theme of Qixi Festival."

"Is there anyone willing to come up and ask for the first prize?" The host glanced at the audience.

After a while, a man from the crowd walked onto the stage. He was a rough-looking man wearing a mandarin jacket and had an untidy beard.

The man walked up to the stage, thought for a moment, and then read aloud:

"Today is the seventh day of the seventh month!"

"Good luck brings prosperity to your business!"

"My mother is asking for my daughter-in-law!"

"I closed my eyes and dreamed about Tanabata!"

"..."

"Pfft!"

"Pfft hahahaha..."

After hearing the man's limerick, everyone in the audience couldn't help but laugh. It was so honest and cute that it made people laugh.

This is also the significance of this activity, allowing ordinary people who do not understand poetry to experience the joy of poetry.

The next moment, a man who looked like a scholar holding a folding fan gradually walked onto the stage, looking like a man of letters.

"Then I will recite a poem today!"

As he spoke, the man patted the folding fan in his hand and slowly began to recite:

"I met my hometown on the seventh night of the seventh lunar month. I was in a tavern and was expressing my sorrow. I could not read the bamboo books, but only dreamed of the beauty."

After reciting a poem, the scholar opened his folding fan with a snap, looking very confident.

Obviously, this is a mockery of a man who does not understand poetry.

There was an immediate burst of applause from the audience. Although it was not particularly outstanding, it was already a great talent to be able to produce a decent poem so quickly.

"Anyone else wants to come up and challenge this young master?" The host nodded secretly and glanced at the audience.

After seeing the scholar's example, everyone in the audience shook their heads secretly and decided not to go up and make trouble for themselves.

"Okay, then the winner of this round is this gentleman, and you can pick a prize."

The scholar smiled secretly, walked forward and picked up the middle-grade spiritual sword without thinking.

Just when the scholar was feeling proud, a somewhat abrupt voice suddenly came from the audience.

"Tsk, just pretending."

Tushan Rongrong's voice was not loud, but it just happened to reach the scholar's ears.

The scholar immediately looked at Tushan Rongrong with some dissatisfaction, suppressed his anger, put on a smile and asked:

"Oh? It seems that this girl doesn't approve of me?"

Tushan Rongrong did not avoid it, but met his gaze head-on, and said with a faint smile: "You only have poetic talent, but no poetic virtue. If virtue is not matched with talent, then talent is also wasted."

"..."

Hearing this, the scholar's face suddenly turned pale and the atmosphere suddenly became cold.

"Haha...it seems that this girl is a talented woman with both virtue and ability." The scholar smiled coldly.

“Why not come up and compete?” As he said this, the scholar stretched out his hand and made a “please” gesture.

After hearing this, Tushan Rongrong remained unmoved and still had that smile on her face.

"If I want to defeat you, why should I go on stage myself? My servant can do it." Tushan Rongrong looked at the scholar with sarcasm in her eyes.

Hearing this, the people nearby all looked like they were enjoying the fun and quickly and tacitly stepped back.

In addition to being negative towards Changsheng, he was also a little confused. Why did Tushan Rongrong suddenly start to confront others?

"Hey, big sister, where did you get this servant?" Fu Changsheng leaned close to Tushan Rongrong's ear and asked in a low voice.

Tushan Rongrong did not answer, but slowly turned her head to look at Fu Changsheng, and the corners of her mouth suddenly raised.