The Return of the Demon

Ning Gan held a long wooden box in his hand.

He squeezed to the front of the stage and said loudly: "Miss Nanzhi, this is the jade flute I asked someone to find for you. I hope you like it."

As he said that, he opened the wooden box.

Inside was a jade flute with a warm color.

Miss Nanzhi's eyes lit up slightly.

Ning Chen was a little surprised. Ning Gan was very talented in picking up girls and knew how to please them.

Ning Chen turned his head and looked at Pan Yucheng.

Pan Yucheng was like a piece of wood. He was holding the poem Ning Chen gave him in his hand, and he was about to squeeze out water.

Ning Chen couldn't stand it anymore, so he walked over and said: "Old Pan, what are you still hesitating about? If you don't go up, Miss Nanzhi will be snatched away by someone else."

Pan Yucheng hesitated for a long time, then shook his head slightly, sighed, and said: "Forget it! Rough warriors like us are not worthy of her. I am satisfied to be able to watch her quietly."

Ning Chen's forehead was black.

"We, the crude warriors, are much better than those literati who are as skinny as chickens in some aspects."

"Old Pan, don't be scared... I'll back you up, what are you afraid of? I have the talent, and you have the skills. Together, we are invincible."

Ning Chen pulled Pan Yucheng up without saying anything, and then pushed him to the edge of the stage.

"Miss Nanzhi, this way, this way..."

Ning Chen shouted a few times, but Miss Nanzhi did not turn back.

Ning Chen's voice caught Ning Gan's attention. He looked over and his face changed slightly.

Miss Nanzhi was very interested in his jade flute. He felt that he was about to get the beauty, but he couldn't let Ning Chen ruin his good fortune.

"Miss Nanzhi, don't pay attention to him. I know this person. He is rude and rude, and his mind is ugly..."

Ning Gan began to make up stories about Ning Chen.

Seeing that Miss Nanzhi didn't look back, Pan Yucheng sighed and said, "Forget it!"

"Forget what? Do you know the three rules for picking up girls?"

"What?"

"First, persistence. Second, shamelessness. Third, persistence in shamelessness."

Pan Yucheng: "..."

"Old Pan, look at me..." Ning Chen said, and sang loudly, "Girls across the street, look over here, look over here... There's a handsome guy here, please don't pretend to ignore him..."

This strange singing not only attracted the attention of Miss Nanzhi, but also made others look over.

Pan Yucheng was a little embarrassed and wanted to slip away, but was grabbed by Ning Chen.

"Miss Nanzhi, let me introduce you to our leader, Pan Yucheng, Pan Jinyi. This year... well, anyway, he is not very old. He is handsome, good-looking, healthy, and eats well. The most important thing is that he is good at both literature and martial arts."

"Our leader is reliable, honest and kind, and has long admired Miss Nanzhi... If you think our leader is good, you can try to get along with him, how about it?"

Without waiting for Miss Nanzhi to speak, Ning Chen smiled and said, "By the way, our leader also wrote a poem for you."

"Old Pan, take out the poem you wrote."

Pan Yucheng hesitated for a while before lowering his head and shyly handed the poem in his hand to Miss Nanzhi, not even daring to look at her eyes.

Ning Chen wanted to laugh.

When he was sent to the palace for trial that day, he encountered an assassination. Pan Yucheng held him left and right with one hand and cut the arrows with the other hand. When he killed people, he killed them one by one. How majestic was that?

But seeing the girl he liked, he was so cowardly?

"It's a wonder that a crude warrior can write poetry. I'm afraid he doesn't even understand the rhythm of the rhythm?"

A harsh mocking voice came from the side.

Ning Chen turned his head and saw Lou Juncai again.

Although the others didn't say anything, their eyes were full of contempt when they looked at Pan Yucheng.

Ning Chen stared at Lou Juncai and said with a smile: "When our boss is picking up girls, please shut up, okay?"

Lou Juncai sneered and said sarcastically: "Why? The Supervisory Office controls everything, so how can it even control what others say?"

Ning Chen frowned, "I'm curious, how did you make a sound with your butt? Is this the so-called ventriloquism?"

Lou Juncai's face sank, pointing at Ning Chen and angrily said: "You vulgar warrior, how dare you insult me?"

Ning Chen rolled up his sleeves, his eyes became dangerous, staring at Lou Juncai and said: "Since you don't understand reason, I actually know a little bit of boxing."

Lou Juncai took two steps back in fear, "You, what do you want to do? Do you know who I am?"

Pan Yucheng quickly grabbed Ning Chen, shook his head at him, and said: "Don't mess around!"

Ning Chen had just escaped from death and came out of the prison...If something happened again, it would be difficult to get out.

Feng Qizhen walked over, pointed at Ning Chen and asked Lou Juncai, "Do you know who he is?"

Lou Juncai felt very embarrassed for being scared back two steps just now. He snorted coldly and said with disdain: "A crude warrior, just a nobody."

"A nobody?" Feng Qizhen sneered and said, "The nobody you are talking about is called Ning Chen, the Ning Chen who killed the uncle of the emperor with a knife."

Lou Juncai's face turned pale and his eyes became fearful.

The same is true for others.

Ordinary people may not know about this, but the children of these dignitaries have known it for a long time.

Ning Chen killed the uncle of the emperor with a knife and escaped unscathed.

Who would not be afraid of such a ruthless person?

Ning Chen glared at Feng Qizhen and was speechless.

Pan Yucheng frowned and said, "Don't mention this matter again in the future."

If this falls into the ears of His Majesty, it will be regarded as Ning Chen taking advantage of his favor and being arrogant, which is not good for Ning Chen.

Feng Qizhen shrank his neck and laughed dryly a few times, "Okay, let's not mention it in the future... Let's not mention this, we can mention Ning Chen's other identity."

He looked at those literati and poets, put his hands on his hips, and said loudly with a smug look on his face:

"You useless people, you scold us as vulgar warriors every day... The poems you write in your lifetime are not as good as one of Ning Chen."

"I look at the sword by the lamp when I am drunk, and I dream of blowing the horn in the camp... Kill one person every ten steps, and leave no trace for a thousand miles... I am not afraid of being torn to pieces, I want to leave my innocence in the world... You have all heard of these poems, right? These are all written by Ning Chen."

Everyone was in an uproar!

These peerless masterpieces were all written by Ning Chen?

Even Nanzhi and Miss Yudie looked at Ning Chen in surprise.

Ning Chen is Lan Xing. This happened in the court. The civil and military officials tacitly kept it a secret. Because once everyone knew that Ning Chen was Lan Xing, there would be a lot of people coming to ask for poems... It would be difficult for them to ask for poems again.

"Humph... Who doesn't know how to brag? Everyone knows that these masterpieces were written by Lan Xing, so how come they were written by Ning Chen?"

Lou Juncai's face was full of sarcasm.

The others nodded in agreement.

Feng Qizhen sneered and said, "A bunch of idiots! Ning Chen is Lan Xing, Lan Xing is Ning Chen... Your Majesty and the civil and military officials all know this, and they all say that Ning Chen is the reincarnation of the immortal poet."

Everyone was shocked again.

Now they had to believe it even if they didn't want to. No matter how bold Feng Qizhen was, he didn't dare to spread the emperor's words falsely.

Looking at the idiotic faces of the people, the people of the Supervisory Department were very proud, and they straightened their backs one by one... Humph, let's see who dares to say that the people of their Supervisory Department are vulgar warriors in the future?

Only Ning Gan, jealousy made his facial features ferocious.

Damn bastard, this opportunity to show up should belong to him, the eldest son of the Ning family... Why should a bastard be allowed to enjoy so much glory?