Girl, let me check it out.

"Bo Guang, don't bother with these playboys."

Another tall and strong young man pressed Wang Boguang's shoulder and said in a deep voice.

Fang Weihan recognized that it was Lu Shengxiang, the legitimate son of Fanyang Lu.

I've heard that these two companies are close, and now it seems to be true.

Wang Boguang restored the proper smile on his face and bowed to the three people.

"I hope you three have fun."

He said indifferently.

After saying this, Wang Boguang flicked his sleeves and strode away with a gloomy look on his face.

"Bah. What a hypocrite."

Wang Zhiyou spat and said with disdain.

"Never mind him, let's keep drinking!"

"Come on, we can't let this kind of people ruin our fun."

At this moment, Fei Hongsu on the stage clapped her hands twice, and the sound echoed in the hall.

Seeing that everyone's attention was drawn, she smiled and said:

"Did you enjoy yourself? If not, that's fine. Huanhua Tower has prepared an extra activity for you today."

Some people in the audience couldn't hold their patience anymore and started shouting out of curiosity.

"What's the event, Fei Hong Xing Shou? If you have something to say, just say it!"

Feihong covered her face with her sleeves and smiled gently.

A faint light suddenly burst out from the jade stage, and tiny dots of light floated up and formed four large words in the air.

"Spring Equinox Poetry Contest."

Wang Zhiyou read out those four words.

"Are you going to hold a poetry reading? I'm good at this!"

He patted his chest, very excited.

"Today happens to be the Spring Equinox. Huanhua Tower has decided to add an additional poetry gathering in addition to the annual Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Gathering. The time is set on the Spring Equinox."

Feihong looked at the people in the audience whispering and smiled sweetly.

"You can show your talents and write as much as you want. I and the sisters will select the top three of this poetry competition."

"By the way, the people who rank high might receive my flower cards."

She turned and looked behind her, waving her sleeves.

"Sisters, come out and let everyone see."

As Feihong's voice fell, many beautiful figures walked slowly onto the stage.

She was so beautiful that the moon and flowers were ashamed of themselves. She was the most beautiful girl on the jade stage.

"Did this Huanhua Tower call all the top performers here?"

Wang Zhiyou cursed and shouted in surprise.

Those who were surrounded by the crowd should be the top beauties in Huanhua Tower. They were obviously more beautiful than the women next to them.

Fang Weihan roughly counted them and found that there were seven in total.

He looked at Shen Yuanxing next to him.

“That’s Madam Bilong, and Madam Luoying, and Madam Qiuyuan…Ahhhhhh!”

Shen Yuanxing had stood up at some point and was now dancing with a flushed face.

Just like a crazy fan meeting his idol.

"What's going on with Yuan Xing?"

Fang Weihan was speechless.

After all, Shen Yuanxing is the legitimate son of Wuchang Shen. Why does he look like he has never seen a woman before?

"Oh, you're talking about this!"

Wang Zhiyou was holding a kidney and gnawing on it.

He wiped the oil from the corners of his mouth and waved his hand.

"The ancestor of the Shen family used to be a blacksmith, and he followed Taizu and became a loyal minister."

"As for ironwork, it is often difficult to forge good iron if you are close to women, so the ancestors of the Shen family set such a rule. It is called strictly prohibiting women before marriage."

It turned out to be the case.

Fang Weihan suddenly realized.

"Then may I ask, Head Feihong, is there any theme requirement for this poetry gathering?"

A scholar in Confucian robes asked respectfully from the audience.

"Ouch!"

Feihong bowed to the people in the audience, her face full of regret.

"I forgot to say that just now. I'm really sorry!"

“The theme of this poetry reading is love.”

"Romance, flowers, snow and moon are the most touching. Please use love as the theme and express your feelings."

Feihong's lazy voice swept across the entire hall.

“Moreover, this poetry reading will also be conducted in a special way.”

"All you have to do is close your eyes and relax your mind, and you will enter the place where the poem was written."

"This saves the trouble of using paper and pen."

Everyone was shocked and tried it out of curiosity.

Wang Zhiyou became interested instantly.

"Is there such a magical thing?"

He closed his eyes excitedly.

"Holy crap! Really?"

He immediately looked at Fang Weihan who was motionless.

"Wei Han, you try it too!"

Fang Weihan held his forehead with one hand, his face expressionless.

"Is there a note in there saying, 'I want to write a poem on the theme of love. I hope you won't refuse my wonderful writing.'"

Wang Zhiyou was horrified.

"How do you know it?"

Could it be that Fang Weihan has the ability to see into people's hearts?

"Haha, I guessed it."

Fang Weihan picked up the wine glass and drank it all.

It's really fucking hard to drink.

I told you this wine isn't a good thing!

Chapter 10 Your fiancé went to a brothel!

Fang Weihan held his forehead with one hand, his thoughts a little confused.

Let me sort it out.

I was pulled into a fantasy world at the Huanhua Tower Archway and was forced to write a poem.

I originally thought it was someone's prank, but now I've almost forgotten it.

Now you tell me that this illusion is the new form of your poetry meeting?

Then what is that of mine?

Closed beta version? You're looking for closed beta players without their consent, right?

After the initial anger, Fang Weihan calmed down.

A sudden idea occurred to him.

What would happen if I went in again?

Fang Weihan closed his eyes.

It’s still the familiar desk.

A few more words floated over the sky.

"Please do..."

The words suddenly got stuck.

"Prince Guangling has already composed a poem entitled "Expressing Love" before the cold weather hits."

A few more words appeared, and then his eyes blurred, and he was directly moved out of the illusion.

It seems that it cannot be changed.

Ugh.

Fang Weihan let out a long sigh.

The poem I wrote is a little too shocking.

His original intention was to survive as long as his strength allowed and make a fortune quietly without disrupting the original plot line.

Of course, the engagement cannot be broken off.

This is the bottom line.

However, once this poem comes out, I guess I can’t feel depressed anymore.

"Is the Prince of Guangling actually quite talented in poetry?"

"Shocked! The dude in your mind turns out to be a great writer?"

"Things that novels dare not write about have already happened!"

The corners of his mouth twitched, and he had already thought of the topic of conversation on the streets tomorrow.

Forget it, now that things have come to this, let’s take it one step at a time.

"Sir, this is your last jar of Lanling Huadiao."

A maid of ordinary appearance walked over slowly, carrying an exquisite tray with a jar of wine on it.

There was nothing wrong with the maid's manners, but the look in her eyes when she looked at Fang Weihan was a little strange.

If you look carefully, you can observe it.

Like a kind of anger and grievance after being deceived?

"Okay, pour me a glass."

Fang Weihan was frowning as he thought about the possible impact of this incident and did not notice the maid's expression.

The maid seemed stunned. She didn't expect him to have any additional requests.

"……it is good."

She gritted her teeth and added more wine.

"Okay, you go down."

Fang Weihan looked up and saw that the maid seemed a little unhappy, so he added casually.