I am in the dust when I love you

Mei Zhixiang's anger still burned on them.

But if you kill him, you won't say how badly Jian Zhen repaired it back then, it's very embarrassing.

Seeing that they didn't speak, Mei Zhixiang became even more angry.

When Qiu Yuluo saw something bad, she pretended to look over there casually: "Oh, Miss Mei, I've been looking for you for a long time, and I don't know how far the game has progressed."

Mei Zhixiang turned her eyes: "What game?"

"Oh, it's Peach Blossom Fubi. It is said that this competition is organized by Jingjin College, a famous school in Kyoto. I heard from them that today's No.1 will not only get a reward of [-] coins, but also get the dean of Jingjin College. A calligraphy by Lu Qingnuo."

Mei Zhixiang was a little moved when she heard it.

A reward of five thousand coins is nothing, but Lu Qingnuo's calligraphy is hard to come by.

Many of his calligraphic treasures are collected in museums of various countries, and the long queues of those who have paid a lot of money for masterpieces can circle the earth for several weeks. I didn't expect that the reward of the leader this time is so generous.

No wonder she was moved.

Thinking of her, Mei Zhixiang is also a well-known talented woman in Kyoto, if she can come out on top in this Peach Blossom Fu, not only will she be able to get Lu Qingnuo's calligraphy, but she will also be able to reverse the bad reviews from the past few days.

After making up her mind, Mei Zhixiang cast an appreciative look at Qiu Yuluo.

She finally did something that made her feel a little comfortable.

"It's been a long time since I came here. I didn't expect that the competition for many years will continue to this day. There is nothing left and right, so we will join in the fun."

The corners of Mei Zhixiang's mouth hooked slightly.

The rest of the people also showed interest.

You know, those who can come here for the competition are all leaders from all walks of life in Kyoto.

As for the Peach Blossom Fu, which is held every year, the literati, scholars and beauties in Kyoto and even nearby are flocking to it.

Peach Blossom Fu is held in spring, lotus Fu in summer, chrysanthemum Fu in autumn, and plum blossom Fu in winter.

The poems and songs in each season will attract a large number of people.

Today's Peach Blossom Fu was met by them.

Mei Zhixiang had studied in country C for several years, and this was the first time she attended such a gathering after returning to China.

The venue was arranged in an open place in the peach forest, and many people gathered around it.

The open space was surrounded by tables and chairs, and someone from the organizer was registering the names and ages of the contestants.

Mei Zhixiang paused, turned her head and said something to Zeng Huan, and then walked to a registration desk with fewer people.

"Name, age."

The staff did not look up, and asked mechanically with a pen.

There were many more people coming this year than in previous years, and his hand holding the pen was a little sore.

"Mei Zhixiang, 25 years old."

As soon as the registration was completed here, another person next to her handed her a number plate.

After Mei Zhixiang registered, she played a trick on Zeng Huan.

Zeng Huan understood and took a step forward.

"Jane Zhen, ten..."

The registrar gave her a very strange look.

Where is this lady from?How could he not know his exact age?

But he didn't think too much, he just wrote down Jane Zhen's name very quickly.

But I couldn't help muttering in my heart: She really looks a little anxious.

Zeng Huan felt a little guilty at that look.

She didn't know Jane's real age, she looked young.

Someone nearby recognized Mei Zhixiang and hurried forward to say hello.

On Jian Zhen's side, after Mei Zhixiang left, several people praised Qiu Jingtian.

"Sedum, grandpa didn't love you in vain. When you meet someone who dares to find fault with Xiaozhen, you should go back mercilessly like this. After you go back, grandpa will reward you with a treasure I have collected for many years."

Jian Zhen smiled with crooked eyebrows: "Brother, I want to learn from your mouth."

This mouth, the kung fu of slandering people is really great!

Qiu Jingyu and the others couldn't help laughing.

Xiao Zhen is so cute.

How can anyone learn from other people's mouths!

Qiu Jingtian...

"Xiaozhen, don't be afraid to meet people who don't know how to count in the future. How many brothers do you have? Brothers are much more useful than Yu Chonglou, hum!"

He gave Yu Chonglou another white look.

This kid insisted on showing a face that would bring disaster to the country and the people.If there is something wrong with Zhen and Xiaozhen, Xiaozhen will definitely be unhappy when he is surrounded by bees and butterflies every day.

Jane really...

Yu Chonglou...

Jian Zhen looked at Qiu Jingtian with a smile: "Brother, the Chonglou is also quite good."

Qiu Jingtian touched the top of her head resentfully: "Sister, he is also good-looking. But good-looking is easy to attract bees and butterflies."

Yu Chonglou took over the conversation: "Then next time you come out, you can put some ink on your face."

As he spoke, he glanced at a few women not far away who kept looking at them with reddish faces.

Qiu Jingtian choked.

This black-bellied guy, isn't he boasting that he's handsome in disguise?

However, he is handsome, and he is not bad, hehe.

Looking at his narcissistic smile, Jane is really speechless: mynah is the most naive.

Qiu Jingtian wanted to say something, but suddenly saw a person walking over.

In view of the previous mistakes, Da Liu immediately stood in front of the visitor.

The person who came did not rush in, but politely took out a sign and handed it to Liu: "Hello, sir, I am a staff member of the Peach Blossom Fu Organizing Committee. Miss Jian Zhen's friend said that she is here Take a break, this is her number plate for the competition, and please Miss Jian Zhen come over early, the competition over there is about to start."

The visitor was not far away, and several people heard his words.

Yu Chonglou narrowed his eyes slightly, and asked in a cold voice, "What competition?"

The staff replied very respectfully: "It's the annual Peach Blossom Competition."

What is Peach Blossom Fu, Jian Zhen really doesn't know, but the rest of the people do know.

Yu Chonglou looked cold.

Jian Zhen stayed here with them all the time, and she didn't report this name at all.

It seems that someone wants to do something.

As for who it is, Yu Chonglou can guess without thinking.

Qiu Jingmo took the number plate and curled his lips in disdain: "Xiao Zhen, there are quite a few people who dug a hole for you. But it's hard to say who will be buried in the hole dug by that person.

Since her face didn't hurt just now, then you go and give her two more slaps, the starling is optimistic about you. "

With that said, he handed the number plate in his hand to Jian Zhen.

The portraits she drew for herself during the Chinese New Year were smooth and vivid, and she had profound skills at first glance.

He didn't believe that his younger sister would lose to that arrogant and domineering Miss Mei.

That Mei Zhixiang wanted to use this method to hit her own sister, but she really made a mistake.

Although Jian Zhen didn't know what the Peach Blossom Fu was for, she was not afraid of things related to Fu, such as poetry and paintings.

She played with the number plate and looked sideways at Yu Chonglou.