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Saying that, the old bustard's tone softened again: "Mom never asks for anything from you, you pick up guests whenever you want, and rest when you want to rest, and mother hasn't touched a single cent of the rewards given by benefactors.

This time, my mother is desperate, either she will become famous in one fell swoop, or they will all die together!You have to be more careful!Besides, if you win the first prize in the poetry meeting, your reputation will be even greater. Let's not talk about it now, there is still a big prize from Mr. Li, and you can get it with ten thousand taels of silver, so why not do it! "

"I don't want to marry someone to be a concubine!"

"It's okay to not be a concubine, according to the servants of the Li family. How can a beautiful and talented woman at the poetry meeting become the image spokesperson of the Li family's cloth village, do nothing every month, and earn thousands of taels of white-collar wages! "

"The image spokesperson?" Qin Mian raised her eyebrows, "Then what is Mr. Li doing? The words of Li Jiabuzhuang are everywhere outside, and what kind of discounts are on sale. He is really a weirdo!"

"You don't care about him. He is rich, so what he wants to do is his business. We are mainly trying to win the reputation of Yifenglou!"

Although Qin Mian was not afraid of the old bustard, she didn't dare to really start a fight with the old bustard. Seeing that her mother was determined to do it herself, she smiled coquettishly and said:

"Okay, okay! I'm going to sell the head office, right? Make sure that mother's Yifeng Tower won't lose its value."

The old bustard's expression got better now: "You can give me some care."

Qin Mian got up with a smile, twisted her waist, danced her skirt in the room, turned around gently, bowed her head, and put on a provocative posture:

"Mom, do you think Qin Mian's figure can help Yifenglou become a blockbuster?"

The old bustard smiled from ear to ear: "Good cc! The oiran of Yifenglou is not given for nothing. Mom didn't dote on you for nothing. This figure, tsk tsk! It's a bit better than Xia Ru back then, but it's poetry and songs. Fu still has to learn more from your sister."

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Outside Bizhou City, in the dense forest where the tributaries of the Bijiang River flow, seventeen or eight men and women in white clothes and white shirts lined up neatly, with solemn expressions, their hands spread out by their sides, their fingers twisted like flowers, and there were words on their lips:

"The sky is dead, and the yellow sky will stand. The year is Jiazi, and the world will be blessed. A catastrophe is coming, the sky and the earth are dark, the sun and the moon are dark... the white lotus blooms, King Ming is born, and Maitreya is born."

A gust of wind suddenly blew up in the dense forest, and the dead branches and fallen leaves on the ground rose all over the sky, mixed with sand and stone, making it hard to open your eyes.

The wind came and went quickly.After the strong wind, a white shadow flashed, and the elegant white clothes appeared at a height of more than ten meters. Looking up, the pleats were open to the wind, like white lotuses blooming in the sky, slowly falling with the wind.

"Welcome to the Holy Maiden of the White Lotus!"

The Holy Maiden of the White Lotus fell from a height of more than ten meters, her toes touched the ground, and she gently did not bring up a trace of dust.There was a thin veil on her face, so she couldn't see her face clearly, but the cold light flickered in her beautiful eyes, and a light glance at everyone made the surrounding temperature drop a lot.

A white-clothed man stepped forward: "The saint is coming, and the Bailian sect of Bizhou welcomes you from a distance. Please forgive me."

The saint didn't answer, and turned to look at the Bizhou City in the distance: "It is rumored that the Li family in Bizhou is rich and wealthy, and they are arrogant and domineering. They bully men and women, and they are the number one bully in Bizhou. Is this true?"

"Mr. Saintess has supernatural powers and knows everything. She is thousands of miles away, but she knows that there is such an evil in Bizhou."

"That's fine! I'll kill that wicked man right away, and use all the property in the house as Bailian's teaching material!"

The saintess made a gesture to leave, and everyone around her hurried forward: "Don't worry, the saintess. The Li family's cloth villages are spread all over Qingguo. It is easy to kill him alone, but it may not be easy to confiscate all the property of the Li family. Moreover, Bizhou is heavily guarded. , the Holy Goddess has great powers and is not afraid of officers and soldiers. But my White Lotus Sect has not been established for a long time, and my foothold is not stable. If this trip is exposed, I am afraid that the gain will outweigh the loss."

The saint pondered for a moment: "It seems that we have to think about it in the long run. Where is the villain of the Li family? I'll go find out the situation first!"

"Master Li in Li's Mansion is going to hold a poetry meeting in the near future. He will take this opportunity to select a large number of beauties to fill in the writer's room. The scale of the poetry meeting is unprecedented, and the funding is no less than [-]. At this time, no matter men, women or children in Bizhou, everyone is talking about this poetry meeting. "

"This profiteer is so extravagant?" The saint didn't say much, and disappeared into the dense forest as a white shadow.

"The silt comes from the chaos, and the white lotus appears in the world..."

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The wind and rain are coming, and Li Quan, who knows nothing, is still imagining the scene where famous works handed down from ancient times appear in the gestures of ancient literati.There is also the dream of using the poetry club to hype and push his own business to a higher peak. .

At this time, a boring carriage, a boring coachman, and a boring master also arrived not far from Bizhou.On the mountain road soaked in rain and dew, there were traces left by two rows of axles. .

"Ah Kuan! How long has it been since we came to Bizhou? I remember that little bastard Li Quan just got married when we left last time!"

"Master, I remember correctly, it should have been seven or eight years."

"Seven or eight years? Quan'er is already in charge of the family, right? Why hasn't he received any news from the Li family?"

"The little guy doesn't know."

"Hurry up, this time I want to see what the little brat who robbed me of women looks like."

Chapter 29: Before the poetry meeting

"Wen Mian, dress up smartly. Today is a god-given opportunity, so you must take advantage of it."

Su Wenmian specially dressed up today. Although the clothes are a little tattered, there is no dust, and the sour smell is gone.A square scarf was wrapped around his head, the book was wrapped in a tube and never left his hands, his back was slightly bent, and he looked like a down and out rich man.

Su Wenmian straightened the scarf on her head, then walked to the door shaking her head:

"Mother, don't worry. This poetry meeting is of great importance before the exam in Qiuwei. Not only students from all over the country will participate, but also literary masters in Bizhou will participate in the observation. My child does not want to win the first prize in the poetry meeting, but also strives for it." Leave a good impression on everyone. In this way, the township examination will be worry-free!"

"Mother wants you to perform well, it's best to be favored by the daughter of a rich family, and our family will not have to worry about it in the future!"

Su Wenmian didn't say any more, and strode out of the house.Facing the cool morning breeze, bathed in the soft sunlight, I squinted my eyes comfortably, as if I had seen the scene of my high school Jieyuan:

"I make shirts in the morning dew, and I want to go to the wind and dust to enjoy the wind, and the bandits from the five lakes go away. He sits in the wedding dress and I sit in the husband!... Good poems, good poems!"

"My lord, where do you want to go?"

Su Wenmian was still immersed in a sweet dream, when he suddenly heard a cold and soft voice, like a warm current rushing into his heart, it was so beautiful that he had goosebumps all over his body...

Looking sideways, a young woman in a white dress and a white skirt stood shoulder to shoulder with him. The hem of the pleated skirt fluttered gently in the wind, so beautiful that dust could not bear to stain it.Although the face is covered with a veil, no one will think that there is an ugly face under the veil.Because this woman in white is so beautiful, even if she can't see her face, she is so beautiful that people dare not look directly at her.

Su Wenmian couldn't help lowering his head, his voice trembling slightly:

"Gu...Hello girl, I want to go to Bizhou Yifeng Tower to attend the poetry meeting."

"The little girl is also going to participate in the poetry meeting, but she is just here and doesn't know where to go, so I don't know if I can go with you?"

"Good... good... good, good, good!"

There is no such thing as a fairy-like woman who is willing to walk with him, which makes Su Wenmian so excited that his tongue is tongue-tied.It's just that he didn't see the cold light flashing in the other party's eyes...

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In Bizhou City, the road leading to Yifeng Tower has long been blocked, and the long street by the Bijiang River is densely packed with darkness.The crowds at the gate of Yifenglou crowded inside like dumplings, and the yamen servants who came to maintain order formed a fence with boards to resist the impact of the crowd wave after wave.From time to time, people can be seen being squeezed into the river, floating on the water and yelling.

The small tea stall opposite Yifenglou dared to do business. Ruhua and Luliu took the tables and chairs back into the house early in the morning, but the old shed had already been crushed by the crowd.

Ruhua watched the old shed that had accompanied her for many years collapse, feeling depressed:

"Damn brown sugar!"