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"Brother Yu, listen to me, the Tianluo conventions will be held like this in the future, and it must be more and more lively every year!"

Watching the dancers dancing in the center of the Tianluo chessboard, Yan Chu showed a social smile with a man's mark.

Qian Ji Yuge gave Yan Chu a white look: "If you really do what you said, invite these dancers every year, I'm afraid that the Tianluo Conference in Tianshui Prefecture will soon be banned."

"Not so, are you all so conservative?"

"The Tianluo Conference is a formal occasion. If it weren't for your wholly-owned investment this time, how could I be so messy?" Qian Ji Yuge said helplessly.

Just as the dancers were dancing to a climax, someone suddenly flew into the Tianluo chessboard and interrupted the dancers' dance.

Everyone was immediately disappointed. They wanted to drive away the guy who interrupted the dance, but after seeing the person's appearance, everyone closed their mouths silently.

"Everyone, it's rare for everyone to be so elegant, why don't you let Kou come to chant a poem?" Kou Nanguo said brazenly.

"Tsk tusk tusk, the so-called literati are nothing more than a group of people who seek fame and honour. If the real sages are like Kou Nanguo, the Dongze Kingdom of God will be finished." Yan Chu said mercilessly.

Qian Ji Yuge's expression changed, and she hurriedly covered Yan Chu's mouth: "Let's talk less about this in the future. If you let other people hear it, you can pull your pigtail."

"What are you afraid of?"

Yan Chu smiled in his heart, Qi Wenhan is in his own school, he didn't say anything, what's so scary?

Qian Ji Yuge said grimly: "Anyway, this is for your good!"

Although everyone who was disturbed by Yaxing was dissatisfied and didn't want to listen to Kou Nanguo's poems at all, they were still worried about Kou Nanguo's identity and could only cater to it a few times.

Kou Nanguo suddenly laughed from ear to ear, and chanted a few shit and unreasonable poems.

Seeing everyone's reaction, Kou Nanguo was on the court even more so he had to come to a [] "Seven Steps into Poetry".

Even after listening to Qianji Yuge, he couldn't help but said, "The poems he wrote are not very good."

"Do you still know poetry?"

"Why don't I understand?" Qianji Yuge said, "I also have a poet who I like."

Yan Chu suddenly became interested: "What poet? What poem did you compose? I will listen to you when you say it?"

Qian Ji Yu chanted:

"It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and the pedestrians on the road want to die. If you ask where the restaurant is, Lu nursery rhyme refers to Xinghua Village.

"Squandering flowers gradually become charming, so Asakusa can have no horseshoes. My favorite lake is not enough to go east, and there are white sand dikes in the green Yang Yin."

"The light rain on the street is as smooth as crisp, the color of the grass is far away but there is no near. The most benefit of the spring is the best of the smoky willows."

"Well, this is a poet named Li Gongzi who has exploded recently. How talented the poems he wrote! It's a pity that Li Gongzi is very mysterious. So far no one knows who he is, and recently he There are no new works, it is really worrying!"

Yan Chu: "..."

What a special thing!

Isn't it the poem I chanted to Li Zeyang last time??

This kid actually plagiarized his own verses and went outside to pretend to be chic!

Yan Chu immediately turned his head, but Li Zeyang had already smelled the danger, and he didn't know where to go for refuge.

"Xiaoqiang, Shen Wen, Zhou Qi, Wenhan," Yan Chu said to them, "Do me a favor, and when Zeyang comes back, I will arrest him once in Aruba. If he dares to resist, you will say it is your hand. What the door asked him to do, let him weigh it in his heart."

The four of them smiled at each other and agreed without hesitation.

On the Tianluo chessboard, Kou Nanguo became more and more vigorous, and he didn't even want to come down.

Everyone heard of collective sleepiness, and many people were scattered.

Even Gongsun Yi couldn't help but said to Gongsun Tonghai, "Am I so annoying before?"

Gongsunyi always liked to pull others to look at his paintings in the past, but now when he sees Kou Nanguo, Gongsunyi knows how much he was rejected before.

But how dare Gongsun Tonghai nod his head.

When everyone was upset, another figure appeared on the Tianluo chessboard.

Is it Yan Chu??

Yan Chu came to Kou Nanguo with a cup of chrysanthemum tea and said with a smile: "Old Kou, are you tired? Would you like a sip of chrysanthemum tea to moisturize your throat?"

Kou Nan gave Yan Chu a defensive look: "What do you want to do?"

"Lao Kou is so talented, and the younger generation admires it very much. He specially came to offer a cup of tea!" Yan Chu took out the super microphone again and said, "Lao Kou, this artifact can protect your throat. After all, you are old, so pay more attention. Pay attention!"

A characteristic of Kou Nanguo is that he himself says he can be old, but if others say he is old, he can't!

So Kou Nanguo immediately said with a sullen face: "The old man doesn't need your magic weapon, and the whole audience can hear the old man's voice!"

"Yes, yes, then you have to drink a cup of tea to moisturize your voice, otherwise the poems you chant will not sound good!"

Kou Nanguo heard this and felt that Yan Chu also made sense.

So he picked up the cup and drank it.

Don’t say it, although Yan Chu’s servant is hateful, Jinglei chrysanthemum tea is still very good...

Seeing Kou Nanguo drank chrysanthemum tea, Yan Chu's smile increased.

Withdrawing the cup, he quickly backed away, and stared at Kou Nanguo with an expression of good looks.

"Master, what did you put in that cup of chrysanthemum tea?"

Li Zeyang clutched his crotch and walked back with the four of Johnson.

Yan Chu smiled and said, "Wait for a good show."

"Mother, what kind of medicine did you make for the boss just now?" Ye Lichang asked curiously.

Xu Ruoyun couldn't help covering her forehead, shook her head and said, "You still don't know it..."

Kou Nanguo, who was still chattering on the Tianluo chessboard, was chanting happily.

Suddenly, he felt a cramp in his stomach.

what happened?

Is it because I broke my stomach?

Kou Nanguo endured the severe pain, holding on to the poem.

Immediately afterwards, he vaguely felt a free air in his abdomen, and he was about to come out.

"The Tianluo chessboard is so big, if I fart quietly, no one will find it, right?"

Kou Nanguo's complexion turned pale, and he couldn't help it, so he took advantage of the gap and released it quietly.

puff--

Oops!

Kou Nanguo's face turned from white to red in an instant.

A foul smell filled him.

At this moment, everyone seemed to see what is meant by "Water from the Yellow River coming from the sky."

"Head Xu, I need you to help me refine a deceptive laxative, that is, when the user thinks he wants to fart, it is actually..."

In Xu Ruoyun's mind, Yan Chu's previous voice could not help but appear.

"I'm going, what smells so bad!"

"The smell seems to come from Mr. Kou!"

"Huh? Didn't the pants that Kou wore before was white? Why did they turn into yellow? I was dazzled??"