Villain: I will become stronger if I accept female apprentices

"Butler Wang, Ms. Wang, I will come to the door to apologize some other day. My young master is not in the right condition now, so I won't disturb everyone's interest."

Hearing this, Steward Wang just glared at him, and didn't say anything else. The literati contest has already started, so there is no time to waste any more.

Immediately afterwards, the old slave took away the son of the fat pig rich family, which was the end of this farce.

The kid from the fat pig's rich family didn't resist any more, and looked lost, as if he was stupid.

After the sudden farce ended, Steward Wang immediately dissipated the anger on his face, approached Wang Qinghan's side, and respectfully embraced the farce on his body, claiming that it was his negligence of duty.

Wang Qinghan didn't blame him either.

Wang Qinghan stared at one direction, which was the position not far in front of the rich kid from the fat pig family just now.

It is also the seat where the prodigal son Miao sits.

Her eyes fell on the prodigal son, and an imperceptible strangeness flashed in her eyes.

The prodigal son Miao also looked at her, and slightly curled his lips at her, revealing a faint and elegant smile.

Immediately after Steward Wang withdrew, the literati contest had officially begun, and the scene became quiet all of a sudden, and no one continued to make noise or whisper.

It was also the first time for Wang Qinghan to preside over the literati competition. She looked at the seating area below, which was divided into two sides, and her expression did not change.

The jade lips parted lightly, and said dignifiedly and elegantly:

"Everyone, some small accidents happened, don't worry about it."

"I'm very glad that you are able to participate in this annual literati competition. I believe that you are qualified to participate in the literati competition. You are all talented people..."

Wang Qinghan spoke dignifiedly and elegantly, in short, it was just some opening words.

But with her words, everyone who participated in this literati competition became excited, and their eyes were full of enthusiasm.

They all had the lofty ambition to win the leader in their hearts, and even the children from rich families who came to see the fun had a strong sense of competitiveness, wondering if they could win this big man by virtue of this literati competition. Miss Favor.

This eldest lady is really beautiful, her elegant and dignified temperament seems to be born with her, which is coveted.

The prodigal son didn't feel much when he heard it. He turned his head to look at the unyielding ordinary man, and saw that his face was also full of excitement at the moment, his eyes were full of enthusiasm, and he seemed to be very confident in this literati competition.

The prodigal son narrowed his eyes slightly, and a sly look flashed in them.

Immediately after, the corners of his lips hooked slightly, and he retracted his gaze.

At the same time, Wang Qinghan on the stage also picked up the sealed envelope on the table, opened it, opened the leather paper inside, and read it with a flash of anticipation in his eyes.

Immediately received the leather paper, looked at the audience again, with a simple and elegant smile on the corners of his lips, and said in a clear voice:

"This big competition, I will also conduct it together with you. Before that, I didn't know the method of the competition."

Hearing this, everyone in the audience suddenly looked forward to it even more.

This is the first time that the host and the contestants participated together.

She is worthy of being a talented woman of the Wang family.

So, what is the method of this competition?

Everyone is looking forward to it. There have been various methods in the past, but no one knows what it is, so they are all fully prepared, and at the same time, they all think that praying is what they are best at.

Wang Qinghan didn't keep everyone waiting for too long, not to whet their appetites, and continued:

"Storage position, the method of this big competition is poetry, the theme is month, and the format is not limited."

"The writing time is one hour, which is the end of Si time."

"I hope you can give full play to yourselves and use the paper, ink, pen and inkstone on the table to write down the beauty of this world. Tonight belongs to you."

"It's time to start."

Hearing this, among the people below, some were pleasantly surprised, while others showed uncomfortable expressions.

poetry?

The last time the big competition was poetry, it seems to have been six years ago.

When the prodigal son heard this big competition method, a gleam of light shone in his eyes.

Oh?

Is it poetry?

It's a bit interesting, although I don't have the literary talent for poetry, but I have a brain that remembers the wisdom of the predecessors.

And because of his practice, his spiritual power has been greatly improved, and the previous memories can basically appear in his mind very clearly.

Even memories that had been forgotten long ago can be recalled.

month?

Too much is too much.

It's enough to just take out a song by yourself, right?

There was a smug smile on the corner of the prodigal son's lips, and he felt that his wave was stable.

Although he doesn't know whether people in this world have high attainments in poetry, but just based on the rampant situation of practitioners, he doesn't think the popularity and attainments of this poem can be so high.

Immediately afterwards, he turned his head to look at the unyielding ordinary man, and saw the excited and expectant look on his face.

His expression turned into a dignified expression, obviously he was not good at poetry.

Seeing this, the prodigal son Miao frowned slightly, he hoped that this kid would be favored by the Wang family and enter the Wang family like him.

because.....

He needs a puppet, or rather a helper.

"Master, will you?"

Lian Qingqiu blinked her beautiful eyes and whispered in his ear.

The prodigal son stretched out his hand and flicked her on the head, the pain made her almost cry out, holding her forehead with an aggrieved look.

Forget it, we'll see later.

The prodigal son withdrew his thoughts, and set his eyes on the brown wooden table in front of him.

Immediately afterwards, the memory began to be continuously recalled in the mind.

All the great poets, poets, poets and gods kept skipping in his mind.

Various classic verses emerged in his mind.

He thought about it, slowly raised his head, and looked at the full moon hanging high in the sky.

The full moon glowed with a bright halo, without a trace of dark clouds covering it, it was bright yellow.

The prodigal son couldn't help but couldn't move his eyes, and at the same time, he couldn't help feeling an inexplicable sadness and homesickness in his heart.

Seeing his appearance, Lian Qingqiu's expression froze slightly, and he also raised his eyes to the sky, looking at the bright yellow full moon hanging high in the sky.

But he didn't have this kind of emotion like the prodigal son.

Like the prodigal son, there are not a few people who look up at the golden full moon hanging high in the sky, and they seem to be brewing poems in their hearts with the help of this artistic conception.

Wang Shihan on the high platform glanced at the prodigal son, seeing his expression, couldn't help but startled slightly, as if just looking at the prodigal son, he could feel his strong feelings and mood swings from his face.

After a flash of curiosity flashed in her eyes, she also raised her eyes to look at the bright yellow full moon in the sky.

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In this way, time passed for about a pot of tea.

The prodigal son slowly came back to his senses, and then the sadness and longing in his eyes disappeared.

Since you can't go back, then cherish the present moment.

He picked up the brush, lightly dipped it in black ink, and started to write.

Lian Qingqiu was about to fall asleep, because the atmosphere here was really suitable for sleeping, it was quiet, there was the sound of light salsa wind and the bright moonlight shining.

But when the prodigal son made a move, she immediately trembled her delicate body again, and suddenly came to her senses, her beautiful eyes blinked a little faster, revealing curiosity and anticipation.

Looking forward to what the prodigal son will write.

It was only time for a pot of tea, and the prodigal son was about to start writing, and he immediately attracted the eyes of some people, who showed some surprise and some disdain.

I felt that he was too impetuous and too blindly confident. It was only a pot of tea time before I was about to start writing. There was only one piece of paper, and I couldn't change it after writing.

Wang Qinghan also came back to his senses, looked at the prodigal son, and saw that he had already started to write. Like other people who inadvertently saw the prodigal's writing, he showed a surprised and puzzled expression.

I wondered why I started writing so soon?

Immediately, some of the curiosity in her heart about the prodigal son disappeared at this moment, and she felt that he probably couldn't write any good poems, so contemptuous and casual.

Thanks to myself, I still thought he was a talented person, and he was able to enter that artistic conception so quickly.

Shaking his head lightly, Wang Qinghan withdrew his thoughts and began to focus on the poem he was about to concoct.

Prodigal Ziyao grasped the brush with non-standard gestures, and began to write on the paper.

Before the start, it was strictly instructed that you are not allowed to peek at the poems written by others, and you are not allowed to sneak out your spiritual consciousness, otherwise you will be expelled directly and permanently banned from participating in the literati competition.

Some people wondered what the prodigal son Miao would write, but they couldn't see it either.

So he shook his head, withdrew his gaze, and focused on his own brewing.

Lian Qingqiu looked eagerly at the paper on the table, and saw that the prodigal son started to write the first word.

"table."

Lian Qingqiu murmured softly, whispering in a voice that only he and the prodigal son could hear, frowned slightly, looking forward to what kind of poem the prodigal son would write.

Although she had the impression that the prodigal son had no literary talents at all, in her heart, she still hoped that the prodigal son could write particularly powerful poems that made her admire, because she just likes it. She can do anything and has infinite charm The prodigal son Miao.

Of course, even if the prodigal son can't write, she won't think that the prodigal son can't do it. After all, this literary talent is just a bonus in her eyes. If the prodigal son has it, she will be even more obsessed with him and love him .

"Moonlight at the table."

"It's suspected to be frost on the ground."

"Look up at the bright moon."

"Low your head and think about your hometown."

Looking at the four-line handwriting written by the prodigal son on the paper, Lian Qingqiu recited in her heart. Even though she didn't know much about literature, she felt the artistic conception and charm of it immediately after looking at the four-line handwriting.

Slightly stunned, his expression froze for a moment.

Bow your head and think about your hometown......

The master is, do you miss the south of Huaiyuan?

Lian Qingqiu thought about it, thinking that the hometown written by the prodigal son refers to the south of Huaiyuan.

At that time, she has no worries about the south of Huaiyuan, as long as she can be by the side of the prodigal son, she will never feel lonely.

After finishing writing, the prodigal son put the pen back, and gently pressed the corner of the paper with an inkstone to prevent it from being blown away by the wind.

Immediately afterwards, he exhaled lightly, showing a satisfied and confident smile.

Even if he didn't become an immortal cultivator, he would never forget this poem, after all, everyone knew it.

It's just that he changed the bed into a table.

In a sense it can be said to be original.

Stable.

He was extremely confident in his heart, he leaned back, leaned up on the backrest, immediately picked up Lian Qingqiu beside him, hugged her to his lap, blocked her waist, and began to flirt.

Seeing that he started to finish writing, and then he actually ignored the people around him and became intimate with the beauty he was carrying.

Everyone who saw it frowned slightly, showing complex and even disgusted expressions.

Some ordinary people regarded him as a kid from a rich family who came to have fun, secretly showing expressions of disgust and resentment, and at the same time strengthened their determination to catch the literati's large sum of money and get rid of the shackles.

Wang Qinghan was thinking about it, so she inadvertently glanced at the prodigal son again. After seeing what he was doing at the moment, her beautiful eyes widened slightly, revealing a touch of sullenness.

Although the prodigal son did not do anything out of the ordinary, just letting Lian Qingqiu sit on her lap like this, the ambiguous look of the two of them is still very inappropriate on such a serious occasion.

However, there is no clear rule that this is not allowed. After all, these rich children all brought their own old slaves or subordinates, and no one brought a woman. This is the first time for the prodigal son to do so.

Steward Wang, who was standing not far away, also saw the situation on the prodigal son's side, and Dang even showed a touch of anger on his face.

But he didn't act rashly, but looked at Wang Qinghan with an expression of asking for instructions.

Wang Qinghan met his gaze, shook his head slightly, and then sighed again, signaling him to ignore it.

It's definitely not appropriate to do something rashly now, but she is really unhappy.

So she decided to connotate a prodigal son after the end.

At the same time, it also contains these rich children with impure ingredients.

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In this way, time passed by every minute and every second.

Some children also started to write.

The prodigal son looked at the unyielding ordinary man, and saw that he still had a distressed and dignified expression, as if he couldn't think of a poem that could make him stand out.

The prodigal son Miao also felt a little anxious because of him.

This unyielding ordinary person named Ye Fan is an orphan who was brought up by the old people in the village since he was a child.

Ye Fan looked at the pen and paper in front of him, his brows were slightly frowned, his face was solemn, and he had no thoughts at all.

"no!"

"If I don't seize the opportunity this time, I don't know when I will be eligible again next time."

He gritted his teeth tightly, feeling extremely dignified in his heart.

Immediately afterwards, he raised his eyes to the full moon in the sky.

But still can't feel the slightest artistic conception, only anxiety and anxiety in my heart.

In this way, time continued to pass, slowly, half an hour passed.

Almost half of them have already written...