I'm the MC, Why Do I Suck at Cultivation

Chapter 62

Square center.

The old man took out a poem and read it.

"Here's the old man's recitation. This time he won the first-class work!"

When the voice sounded, countless talents looked at the old man, and many people looked forward to their own works.

In any world, everyone will only remember the first place.

Just like in previous lives, everyone only remembers Mount Everest, but they don't know what the second highest mountain in the world is.

The old man looked at the poems in his hand, and then slowly opened his mouth.

"The light rain on Tianjie is as smooth as crisp."

"The color of grass is far away, but there is nothing near."

"The best thing is the spring of the year."

"Jue Sheng smoke willows all over the imperial capital!"

The sound sounded, causing a sudden silence.

The crowd was quiet, and the noisy Lantern Festival was extremely quiet.

Wangjiang upstairs.

When Lu Changsheng saw this scene, he was very calm. He picked up a glass of wine and drank it slowly.

There are unspeakable natural and handsome.

"Eh! Master, your poem has been chosen as the first armor."

"Elder martial brother, the first place is your poem, but why don't they respond?"

Qian Qiye and Liu Qingfeng spoke one after another. They were surprised that Lu Changsheng didn't take off his head, but the reaction of everyone was so silent.

This shouldn't be.

Calmly glanced at the center of the square, Lu Changsheng smiled and said, "let the bullet fly for a while."

Dry seven nights: "??"

Liu Qingfeng: "??"

They don't understand what this means.

But in an instant, the noise sounded.

"Good poem! Good poem! This is a famous poem through the ages!"

"The light rain on Tianjie is as smooth as crisp, but the grass color is not near. It is the best advantage of a spring. It is better than the smoke and willows all over the imperial capital. Good, good, good, great, beautiful, this poem is so beautiful."

"What a sentence. It's better than smoking willows all over the imperial capital. Good, good. I'm convinced that this poem can win the first armor."

"Big pot, what does this mean? I don't understand. How can I feel that it's not as good as my song. The light rain is crashing, and the trees are easy to understand."

"Don't make a fool of yourself here."

"This poem is so beautiful. The fine spring rain on the streets of the imperial capital is as smooth as crisp. From a distance, the grass color is vaguely connected, but it appears sparse near. The most beautiful thing in a year is early spring, which is better than the end of spring with green willows all over the city. Good, beautiful, beautiful to the heart."

"How beautiful, this poem is so beautiful."

"I didn't think it was beautiful. When you say so, I feel so beautiful."

There was a lot of talk and a lot of noise.

And Wangjiang upstairs.

Lu Changsheng looked at all this calmly.

He enjoyed the beauty of the imperial capital, the ancient city and ancient buildings, and indulged in this beauty.

This is the world of mortals, where people linger and forget to return.

It's a pity that you don't have any ink. Otherwise, you can play a song like Xin Qiji. Flowers and trees are put on the east wind night, and the stars are like rain. BMW carved cars are fragrant all over the road. The sound of Phoenix and flute moves, the light of jade pot turns, and fish and dragon dance all night.

Unfortunately, without that literary talent, I can only be handsome in silence.

As time goes by.

The view is over.

100000 Jin of spirit stone was also sent.

Lingshi asked Liu Qingfeng to keep it. After all, if he kept it here for seven nights, wouldn't it affect his image.

"Master, do you want to go to the night market in the evening?"

Asked Qian Qiye.

"No! Go back and have a rest earlier and come back tomorrow."

Lu Changsheng spoke. He planned to go back and have a rest.

"Well, my father has prepared a house for you, master."

Dry seven nights said so.

But soon, suddenly, bursts of footsteps sounded.

The sound is neat and unified.

The noise of the night market was destroyed in an instant.

Everything suddenly seemed very quiet.

"The forbidden army!"

In the middle of Yajian, she frowned slightly for seven nights. She couldn't help frowning at these forbidden troops.

"What happened?"

Liu Qingfeng has some curiosity.

"I don't know, but there are only four people who can dispatch the forbidden army in the imperial capital. One is my father and emperor, one is my eldest brother, one is my second brother, and the other is me. It's obvious that something big has happened to dispatch the forbidden army all of a sudden. So I'll inquire about the news. Master, wait here."

He spoke for seven nights, then got up and left.

Inexplicably, Lu Changsheng felt that there were some bad omens.

"Elder martial brother, I don't know what's going on. I suddenly feel something bad."

Liu Qingfeng also spoke suddenly. He always felt that some bad luck was going to happen.

"Probably not."

Lu Changsheng opened his mouth, but when he saw a large number of forbidden troops, he couldn't help worrying slightly.

And right now.

Qian Qiye came to the downstairs of Wangjiang.

Looking at the cold and incomparable commander of the forbidden army who was leading the team, she couldn't help saying, "who sent you here?"

The voice sounded, and the commander of the forbidden army looked at the dry seven nights.

Then he knelt on the ground and said, "I've seen the princess!"

"No gift." Qian stood with his hands down for seven nights, and then said, "today is the Lantern Festival. It's the most grand festival of my Daqian. You're so brave to destroy it!"

Dry seven night mouth, beautiful face, revealed a cold color.

"Please don't blame the princess. My subordinates are also under orders! I hope the princess will forgive me!"

The commander of the forbidden army knelt on the ground and said in a loud voice.

Perhaps in Lu Changsheng's eyes, dry seven nights is like a problem girl, but in the Dachan Dynasty, who doesn't know the horror of dry seven nights.

This is the existence of a pressure on the crown prince. If you are a man for seven nights, you can definitely inherit the unification.

And dry seven nights is also very likely to become the first female emperor in all dynasties!

Of course, this is only possible, theoretically impossible.

But it can show the style of seven dry nights.

"Sister!"

Just then, a voice sounded.

Dry seven nights, look at it now.

He is a brave man, wearing a golden armor. He looks extremely brave. He is two meters tall and exudes a frightening momentum from top to bottom.

"Brother! Is it the forbidden army you sent?"

Seeing someone coming, I couldn't help frowning for seven nights.

"Yes!" this is the existence of the crown prince of the current Dynasty, Qian Yiyuan, famous and distinguished.

"Don't you know today is Lantern Festival?"

He asked after seven nights.

"I know." Qian Yuan was angry.

"You know you still dispatch the forbidden army. Aren't you afraid that your father will trouble you tomorrow?"

Dry seven nights have some warm anger.

"Just look for it, sister. You don't know. Today I sent a lantern in the lantern river. Do you know what happened?"

Qian Yiyuan said angrily.

"What happened?"

I'm curious. My brother has a mild temper and is so angry on weekdays. Something must have happened.

"See for yourself!"

Dry one yuan, pass the note to dry seven nights.

The latter took the note and soon a line of words came into his eyes.

[who are you?]

[your father Liu Qingfeng]

In an instant, dry seven night's face did not change.

"Bold!"

She subconsciously opened her mouth and said that the prince's father was the emperor Daqian. Such remarks were simply treacherous.

But soon, after seeing the signature, he was stunned.

Liu Qingfeng?

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