Doomsday chicken feeding

Everyone surged up together, like sardines in the sea breaking through the dolphins, breaking through the blockade, rushing out in batches from a small opening, and fleeing in all directions.

Hang Qi felt inexplicably ridiculous and pitiful.

Then, the "sardines" no longer scattered, but instead surrounded Hang Qi with a purpose, and various abilities and weapons began to attack Hang Qi.

Hang Qi had already mobilized his abilities to deal with them.

When the supernatural power in my hand was used, I didn't know why there was a light feeling, as if it didn't come out of my own hand.

Hang Qi waved and sprinkled those white elderflowers to the surrounding crowd.He felt that he was like a flower fairy at this time, the flower fairy played by little girls when he was playing games with his friends when he was young.I don't know if it is the influence of childhood memory, Hang Qi waved the petals and felt strangely satisfied.

The fluttering petals kept appearing, disappearing, appearing, and disappearing, and the surroundings seemed to be surrounded by white petals sprinkled by Hang Qi, eloquently, boiling, like endless snow, rippling between the sky and the earth.

Hang Qi felt that he was dancing, and his footsteps stepped on the solid ground, and the people around him glared at him.

Must, must, dance better!No, no, it should be better use of abilities!Hang Qi shook his head, which seemed to be a little dizzy, and waved his hands, and a large handful of white flowers flew out.

None of the surrounding "sardines" has decreased, and one has not increased. They still stare at him angrily, and continue to yell at him, while Xiao Rou is still weeping weakly and pitifully.

Hang Qi felt a little tired, not only physically, but also psychologically—he really wanted to sleep.

The noisy yelling sounds seem to synthesize the most sleeping tune in the world, not from a single sound source, but from all directions with Hang Qi as a point, surrounding Hang Qi three-dimensionally.This voice made Hang Qi have nothing to hide, and nothing to resist.These noisy voices gradually merged into one voice:

"Rest in peace! You need to sleep!"

"Rest in peace..." Hang Qi repeated this sentence in his mouth unconsciously, but his spirit was resisting.

"Rest in peace! You need to sleep!" The voice was as solemn as a priest reading the Bible in a church.

"Rest in peace! Rest in peace! Rest in peace..." Such voices kept ringing from all directions. Hesitant big eyes accused Hang Qi of being ruthless.

The moment Hang Qi's eyes met Xiaorou's, Hang Qi's brain was struck by lightning.

"Rest in peace!" The voice exploded in Hang Qi's brain, and it no longer spread out in all directions like before.

"You..." Hang Qi's brain became more and more dizzy, he raised his finger to Xiao Rou who was still crying, fell powerlessly on the ground, and fell into a deep sleep.

"Rest in peace!" said the voice.

"Okay!" Hang Qi's brain finally gave an affirmative echo, and then his body fell heavily to the ground.

**

"Uh…………"

A man's voice came from a Babu bed with a light gauze curtain drawn.After a while, one hand lifted the curtain of the bed—it was Hang Qi.

"Young Master Hang, are you awake? Is this servant going to help you get dressed?" A soft female voice came from beside him, scaring Hang Qi to let go of the bed curtain he raised in his hands.

"You, you, who are you?" Seeing a woman wearing only a bellyband sleeping on the left beside him, Hang Qi was so frightened that he couldn't even speak clearly.

"Young Master Hang, don't you remember me? I'm Wen Cui!" The woman's coquettish finger pushed Hang Qi's shoulder.

"I didn't remember you at first!" Hang Qiyi quickly left, and then hurriedly jumped off the bed, wanting to pick up the clothes and put them on himself.

When Hang Qi picked up the robe belt piled up on the low table beside the bed, he suddenly looked around.

I saw antique decorations all around, such as wooden carved tables and stools, ancient cabinets, various celadon vases, the Four Treasures of the Study and thread-bound books on the desk, and the one that just got off the bed. Wen Cui, who combed the hairstyle of ancient women... Hang Qi was sure that he was not in the original world.

"Young Master Hang, what's the matter with you? Is the slave making you angry?" Wen Cui gave a blessing to Hang Qi, and carefully looked at Hang Qi's expression.

"You... no, what time is it now?" Hang Qi hurriedly put these robes on himself, not wanting to travel more and more chaoticly because he doesn't know how to wear these clothes.

"Young Master Hang, let me help you!" Wen Cui said softly, while stretching out a pair of soft clothes to dress Hang Qi.

Wen Hui's hands were so beautiful that Hang Qi couldn't help staring at them for a long time.

"My lord, it's the fifth day of March in the first year of Qizheng. Don't you remember? Yesterday you announced the list, and you won the Juren. Now you are the master of the Juren!" The voice is a little sweet.

"Ju Ren?" Hang Qi, who had heard opera singing when he was a child, knew that Ju Ren could be an official, and he could become the master of Qingtian!

Hang Qi, who was not very good at studying since he was a child, tried hard to pinch himself to make sure if he was dreaming.

"Ouch!" Hang Qi cried out in pain.

"My lord, don't pinch yourself. You pinched yourself quite a few times yesterday!" Wen Sui hid her face with her sleeve and giggled.

Hang Qi, who was embarrassed by Wen Cui's laugh, quickly calmed down.He is now full of thoughts about how he came to this place and how he should go back.

"My lord, aren't you going to attend the magistrate's banquet today? It's almost noon now, you should go back and get ready! Especially the gift for the magistrate, I heard that the magistrate likes calligraphy and painting!" Hang Qi finished his breakfast and said softly.

Hearing Wen Hui's voice, Hang Qi couldn't help turning his head to look at her face: Wen Hui looks somewhat similar to Xiaorou, especially those big eyes, full of affection, eager to speak, as if everyone in the world All my love is melted in it, like spring water that has just turned from spring snow, bubbling endlessly.

Looking into Wen Hui's eyes, Hang Qi felt that he seemed to have forgotten something again.

When sending Hang Qi out, Wen Cui quietly stuffed Hang Qi with an exquisitely embroidered purse:

"Young master, this is a little bit of my wish. You just entered the officialdom, and you need to spend money to manage the places where you can hide. I know your family background... I just hope that you will not forget the oath you made with this slave. Young master, stay together...to guard!" Wen Sui said the last sentence, his voice was trembling and sobbing, and tears were already quietly appearing in his eyes.

"Young master, hurry up! You... If you don't leave, it will be too late!" Wen Cui pushed the dazed Hang Qi out of the house, and hid his face into the room.

Hang Qi was still in a daze, and after waiting for a long time, God walked out of this brothel named Yihua Pavilion with a purse.

At noon that day, holding a picture of calligraphy bought with a large part of the money in his purse, while asking people for directions, he walked to the place where the magistrate hosted a banquet - Minsi Building.

"Brother Hang, congratulations!" Along the way, a group of unknown people congratulated Hang Qi.Hang Qi smiled stiffly and responded one by one.

"Master Zhifu only comes at night, and this luncheon and afternoon poetry competition are just a time for us to discuss and learn from each other!" A middle-aged man who showed obvious hostility towards Hang Qi and a needless face stopped Hang Qi, "Brother Liuyi Why don't you discuss it with me?"

"This..." Hang Qi, whose face was about to freeze from a smile, suddenly heard someone want to compete with him, and a chill spread up his spine in an instant:

He doesn't know how to recite poems, hey!

"What? Doesn't Hang Jieyuan dare?" The middle-aged man said in a strange way.

"Brother Hang, you just agree to him! Anyway, you are Jie Yuan! You can always beat him!" The people around kept booing, and this kind of noise gave Hang Qi an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

The booing sound became louder and louder, and Hang Qi's head couldn't take it anymore.

"Okay, I promise you!" Hang Qi roared loudly, and the noisy booing was like a pot of boiling water being poured with a glass of cold water, and it suddenly fell silent.

"Very courageous! As expected of Jie Yuan!" The middle-aged man gritted his teeth and said, "Hang Jieyuan, let's start now!"

In a pavilion, the competition finally began.

The middle-aged man and Hang Qi each got a wooden table.The same pen, ink, paper and inkstone are placed on the two wooden tables.

"Okay, within the time of a stick of incense, please improvise, and the poems you compose will be judged by everyone!" A fellow Juren volunteered to be the referee of this competition, and he rang "Boom" in his hand. The gongs and drums, "Start!"

Hang Qi stared at the white paper in front of him in a daze.He doesn't know what to write, he has a low level of education, he can't write poetry and has never written poetry-he just memorized poems when he was studying, and he can't remember some of them clearly.

Chen Juren next to him—the middle-aged man who started to provoke, he is the No.2 of Chunwei this time, that is, Yayuan—has begun to meditate carefully, and after a while, he rolled up his sleeves and picked up The brush, began to flow freely on the paper.

"Okay!" Chen Juren put down the brush in his hand, and everyone surrounded him.

"Fishing in Green Bay in spring, the apricot blossoms are in disorder in deep spring.

Tan Qing is suspicious of the shallow waters, but when he moves, the fish is scattered.

Treat your lover at dusk, Wei Zhou Lu Yangan [1]! "

"Good poetry, good poetry!"

"Brother Chen is so talented!"

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"I don't know, my 'lover', are you satisfied with what you've been waiting for?" A dignified and elegant voice came from behind the crowd.

"Students see Mr. Li!" All the people present knelt down and bowed, and Hang Qi also knelt down on the ground with the crowd.