My wife is a sword god

"What? That masterpiece of poetry was also written by this young master?" Someone couldn't help but exclaimed.

Qin Feng felt the attention of everyone and his expression froze.

Just now, in front of Luo Yu and these people, he said that he did not know the poet.

He even sold melons to Wang Po, and boasted about himself, bragging that the person who wrote the poem was an amazingly talented person.

If he admitted it now, wouldn't he die on the spot?

No, I can’t admit it even to death!

"But why does this person think that I am the one who composed the poem? Is there something he can rely on?

No, it's impossible. When I wrote the poem, only the girl and Heitan were present.

It should be my profound knowledge that made this person guess that she was deceiving me! "

After thinking about it, Qin Feng's expression remained unchanged and he replied with a smile: "I'm sorry, I didn't write that poem.

I have told Brother Luo before that I also admire the person who wrote the poem, and if I have the chance, I would like to have a drink with him. "

Hearing this, the young master in green clothes not far away nodded and said, "Yes, I can testify to this."

The scholar Xiaobai also said: "How can such a poem be written by him? Even my young master may not be able to write it."

The others remembered the previous conversation between the two young masters and nodded.

Only the black man on the side looked a little unnatural.

"Really?" Cang Mu raised her eyebrows slightly, with a hint of teasing in her eyes.

She walked around Qin Feng and said slowly: "This poem was written in my Baodie Pavilion. The person who wrote the poem also took away the best treasure in my shop - Liu. Yun hairpin!”

When Qin Feng heard this, his pupils opened slightly, and a trace of uneasiness emerged in his heart.

He would never have thought that the beauty in black dress in front of him, who looked very similar to Miss Cang, was actually the boss behind Baodie Xuan!

"Really?" Qin Feng still didn't let go, but his smile was a little forced.

Cang Mu blinked and spoke again: "The Liuyun Hairpin is not an ordinary item. It cannot be contained in a space treasure, so it can only be carried with you.

And after getting close to you, I seemed to feel the familiar aura of Liuyun Hairao. "

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the woman in black skirt, and she hooked her right index finger.

Unfortunately, Qin Feng's eyes widened and he hurriedly tried to cover his clothes, but he was still a step too late.

But in the blink of an eye, the hosta flew out of his arms and into the hands of the woman in black skirt.

"Ah, this hosta is so beautiful." Cang Mu covered her mouth under the black scarf, pretending to be surprised.

"Baodiexuan has set the rules yourself. Are you going to regret it now and take this hosta back?" Qin Feng asked anxiously.

"You admitted it?"

Oops, in desperation, he made a mistake. Qin Feng glanced at the people around him who had complex expressions and suddenly realized it, and then glanced at the young man in Tsing Yi whose warm smile gradually faded, looking a little embarrassed.

Cang Mu's jade-like slender fingers gently turned the Liuyun Hairpin, then pressed it on Qin Feng's chest and said: "The rules of Baodie Pavilion are set by me, and I will naturally not break my promise.

Return this Liuyun hairpin to you.

Just, can you please do me a favor. "

"What are you busy with?" Qin Feng put the Liuyun Hairpin into his arms and looked alert.

After what happened just now, he already understood that the woman in front of him was not a fuel-efficient lamp!

"Due to some people's reasons, the poem you wrote did not remain in my Baodiexuan. I hope you can write a new copy for me." Cang Mu glanced at Jiang Yexin behind him and took it back sight.

Qin Feng felt the burning eyes of everyone and his scalp was numb.

Death once is not enough, do we need to die a second time?

He wanted to refuse, but then he heard the other person say again: "This hair tie on your head is really interesting. Could it be that the person who gave it to you is my niece Feilan?"

When Qin Feng heard this, his eyes widened immediately. The woman in front of him really knew Miss Cang. Not only did she know her, she was also Miss Cang's aunt!

"How about this, you help me write down the poem, and I'll tell you a little secret about Feilan, how about it?" Cang Mu leaned close and whispered, her warm breath came through the black scarf, carrying the woman's fragrance.

Miss Cang's little secret, this secret is serious. After struggling for a while, Qin Feng nodded and agreed.

At this time, Jiang Yexin said: "In that case, why not move inside, where I have the best four treasures of the study."

"Okay." Qin Feng had already been stared at by everyone behind him, and he wished he could leave earlier.

Of course, Luo Yu, the young master in green, was also invited in. After all, he answered more than three camellia flower names correctly, so he was qualified to go in and enjoy the flowers.

The group of people followed Sect Master Jiang into the garden. Qin Feng found an opportunity, approached Luo Yu and apologized: "Brother Luo, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hide it from you before.

It's just that I'm used to being indifferent and don't like to be too pushy. "

Luo Yu responded with a gentle smile: "I understand, Brother Qin, if a tree is as beautiful as the forest wind, it will be destroyed by the wind.

After all, you are also a talented person. It is reasonable to keep a low profile for fear of being jealous. "

The four words "Jingcai Yanyan" are pronounced by the young man in Tsing Yi with a strong accent.

"Uh" Qin Feng's expression froze.

There is a pavilion in the garden, and the four treasures of the study mentioned by Jiang Yexin are there.

After several people walked for a while, Qin Feng clasped his fists and said, "Brother Luo, I'll go first. If I have a chance next time, I'll treat you to a drink. I won't apologize."

Luo Yu responded respectfully: "Easy to talk about, that amazing and talented Brother Qin, we will meet again later."

It's endless, right?

After entering the pavilion, Sect Leader Jiang ordered people to lay out the white scrolls and grind the ink.

Qin Feng picked up the pen, and the vigorous and powerful words spread on the white paper, turning into beautiful poems.

The people of Baihua Sect looked around and admired it quietly, but before they could take a few more glances, the woman in the black skirt waved her right hand, and the white paper with the poems was put away by her.

Jiang Yexin said helplessly: "Why are you so anxious? I won't snatch it from you."

Cangmu pretended not to hear and stretched his waist. That style was really charming to the extreme.

Qin Feng was slightly stunned and turned away without leaving a trace.

"Okay, since you wrote the poem to me, I will tell you the little secret of Feilan." Cangmu hooked his finger and motioned the other party to come closer.

Qin Feng did as he was told, and he was still guessing in his heart what Miss Cang's little secret was.

"If you have a chance, take the initiative to lift the girl's veil. Her secrets are all under there, you know?" Cangmu said this and said no more.

No, that's it?

Qin Feng opened his mouth slightly, with a puzzled look on his face: "Senior, is there nothing else?"

"No, that's all." Cangmu leaned lazily on the bench and yawned.

Qin Feng felt that he was deceived, or the kind of deception that insulted his IQ.

What? If you lift Miss Cang's veil, you can know her secret.

If you dare, do you still need to tell me?

Several people chatted in the pavilion for a while, and then Qin Feng left under the pretext of enjoying the flowers.

He came out this time to go to the Wanjian Sect to find his wife, and he was in the same room with these two beauties.

If he stayed for a long time, his thoughts would slip.