Girl, let me check it out.

After all, with this, you can meet the top stars, and maybe even become their patron. Naturally, many people spend a lot of money for this, and even lose their fortunes.

According to the rules of the Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival in Huanhua Tower, the courtesan who reviews the poems will have the priority to hand out the flower cards.

The unwritten rule is that a guest can only receive one flower card.

That’s why Bilong asked this question.

She wants to snatch His Royal Highness Prince Guangling from me!

"no!"

Luoying directly and flatly refused.

What a joke, how could I give it to you? This is what I discovered!

Luoying obviously regarded Fang Weihan as her own.

Vixen, stay away from my prince.

"Sister, can't we discuss this?"

Bilong still had that gentle smile on her face, but it had faded a lot.

Little rascal, don't you know how to appreciate it?

"cannot!"

Luo Yingwen was determined and refused to give in.

The atmosphere between the two of them dropped to freezing point.

Feihong was a little annoyed. Why were they quarreling over a man?

He's just a man, what's good about him? Aren't all those stinky men the same?

Have they ever treated us as human beings?

No matter how fiercely you quarrel here, he will not cherish you.

She picked up a piece of paper and looked at it.

What the hell is this written about?

The font is the same as dog crawling.

She just threw the poor piece of paper aside.

Feihong lifted up her slender and plump thighs, held her chin with one hand, and looked a little absent-minded.

Otherwise, I will also hand a sign to Prince Guangling later?

She thought to herself, and suddenly a good idea came to her.

"Sisters."

Feihong said loudly with a smile on her face.

"I have a proposal..."

……

"Brother Wang, that's enough. The three of us have drunk ten jars of Lanling Huadiao."

Fang Weihan glanced at the empty wine bottle next to him with a wry smile.

Even with his alcohol tolerance, he couldn't hold it anymore.

"No, keep drinking! Drink! I am Changyuan Tieyi, I will never surrender until I die!"

Wang Zhiyou yelled drunkenly, holding an empty wine bottle.

Fang Weihan: "..."

What is Wang Zhiyou talking about?

"He always wanted to be a Changyuan Iron Guard."

Shen Yuanxing had just finished vomiting. He took the bowl of sobering soup handed to him by the maid and drank it all in one gulp. His pale face softened a little.

Seeing the obvious black lines on Fang Weihan's forehead, he explained.

The Changyuan Iron Guards were responsible for guarding Changyuan in the northern border of the empire and resisting foreign invasions. They were the most elite troops in the Great Zhou, but the conditions there were also the most difficult.

"I didn't expect that Brother Wang would have the ambition to join the army."

Fang Weihan exclaimed in surprise.

"It's no use. His father wants him to take over the responsibility of managing the family, and he will definitely not allow him to do this."

"How could the heir of Wang Clan of Langya be accepted into the ranks of the lower third-rate troops?"

Shen Yuanxing said in a low voice.

He sighed and said no more.

Fang Weihan lowered his eyes and said nothing.

The Great Zhou Dynasty has emphasized culture over military power for more than a hundred years. In the eyes of the world, joining the army is undoubtedly the last choice out of helplessness.

Whether you want to be a businessman or an official, I just don't want to join the army.

When you enlist in the army, you are inherently inferior to others.

The defense of Changyuan was often not taken seriously, and the Changyuan Iron Guards were in an awkward situation of lack of pay and funds all year round.

He looked at the mess of delicacies in front of him and suddenly felt his stomach churning and a little nauseous.

As a meat-eater, would you be willing to give up even a grain of rice to comfort the border people?

Fang Weihan looked to the north, through layers of mountains and clouds, and seemed to catch a glimpse of the dilapidated iron wall between the towering mountains.

It is scarred by battles, with cracked bricks and broken tiles, but it still stands.

There are ants in the cup and cold wine in the jar.

Fang Weihan laughed at himself.

They don't deserve to be treated like this.

Fang Weihan picked up the wine jar, poured all the cold wine in front of him, raised the wine glass with both hands and said solemnly:

"Cheers to the Iron Guard."

Shen Yuanxing's eyes were shocked.

His gaze, which had been somewhat distracted due to drunkenness, suddenly focused and fixed firmly on Fang Weihan, as if he was getting to know him for the first time from that moment on.

Shen Yuanxing grabbed the jar of wine, poured himself a glass, and raised the glass with both hands in the same solemn manner.

"Cheers to the Iron Guard."

He and Fang Weihan looked at each other and drank the whole bottle at the same time.

"Keep drinking! Changyuan Tieyi, we will die before surrendering..."

Wang Zhiyou was still mumbling.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha."

Fang Weihan and Shen Yuanxing couldn't stop laughing.

But Wang Zhiyou frowned and looked very painful.

"not good!"

Fang Weihan's heart was filled with alarm and he quickly stood up and moved away.

Shen Yuanxing was a step slower.

"vomit!"

Wang Zhiyou's vomit spurted out violently, covering Shen Yuanxing's body.

Fang Weihan smiled contemptuously.

In the past, I walked through a field of flowers without getting a single leaf on me. How can a mere bit of slop hurt me?

What a joke.

"Fuck you, Wang Zhiyou, get out of here!"

Shen Yuanxing desperately smeared the dirt on his body on Wang Zhiyou and roared in despair.

Chapter 13 The leader is actually

"What? What's wrong?"

A cup of cold water was poured on Wang Zhiyou's head, which woke him up with a start.

"The aliens are attacking?"

Shen Yuanxing slapped him.

"You hit me with your fart and vomited on me!"

Shen Yuanxing asked the maid to bring a stack of handkerchiefs and wiped it hurriedly, even using blood.

"Hahahahahaha."

Wang Zhiyou pointed at him with a gloating look and laughed heartily.

"You deserve it, Fatty!"

A curtain of light suddenly flashed before Fang Weihan's eyes.

[Cloud Condensation and Rain Accumulation Technique is activated. The current charge has reached the upper limit: 750% full-strength attack]

Fang Weihan closed his eyes and tried to feel the power condensed in his hands.

The power was so violent that it seemed that once used, it would be able to destroy the world.

He estimated that this blow would have the force of a fourth-level Mingwu attack.

Fang Weihan nodded with satisfaction.

He had been preparing the Cloud Condensing and Rain Gathering Technique for such a long time, mainly to deal with the main plot in Huanhua Tower.

However, it seems that the main plot this time may be the confrontation between the Uehara Wang family and the Langya Wang family, as well as a poetry meeting on the Spring Equinox.

It should be a story of literary battle, no physical action required.

If you have something to say, talk it over nicely, don't fight.

This is fine. After all, my weak body and cultivation level are not enough to make any waves.

Feihong walked gracefully to the center of the stage and smiled at the expectant gazes from the audience.

Her eyes swept across the room and lingered on Fang Weihan for a while.

"I believe that all the guests have been waiting for a long time. I will now announce the final result of the poetry gathering."

"Thanks to your kindness, my sisters and I have received many excellent works at this Spring Equinox Poetry Festival."

Feihong said in a soft voice.

"After discussion among several of us, we listed the top three."

"First, Mr. Shen Yuanxing of the Wuxing Shen family stood out among many excellent works with his poem "Watching the rain with thoughts, since Tai'an, I have always been worried about the world. Now I am inspired by the theme of Huanhua, so I wrote this poem to express my aspirations."

Feihong took out a piece of paper from a pile of paper and passed it around to everyone.

"As expected of the Wuxing Shen family!"

"This writing level is truly top-notch!"

There were bursts of exclamations from the crowd, and some even came over to congratulate Shen Yuanxing in person.

Shen Yuanxing's face flushed and the flesh on his face was trembling.

He tried hard to suppress the ecstasy in his heart and deal with the people around him.

"No problem! I'll definitely be the leader."

Wang Zhiyou glanced unhappily at Shen Yuanxing who was surrounded by the crowd, showing an expression of disapproval.

"It's really beyond my expectation that this fat guy's poetry can be recognized by the top star."