Chapter 23 On the painting, poetry will be in turmoil! Next

Of course, everyone said it with one voice. Jiangcheng took out the two words written by Song Yi in the previous episode and recited them among the crowd. Those who had heard and had not heard it immediately exclaimed when they saw these two words, and some people deliberately recited them loudly.

Song Yi looked at Ning Shishi's eyes flashing and secretly said that this woman was so powerful. In fact, he had already prepared these two words. If he didn't invite himself, he invited Wang Su again, just to use these two words as his own propaganda chips. A beautiful woman with a deep mind, Song Yi was secretly alert to this beautiful woman named Ning Shishi.

The next part of the poetry meeting is actually to remove the screen, the men and women of all parties who have written the poems to communicate and discuss with each other, be modest, or explore the virtual reality, climb the friendship, or the men and women with impure minds hook up with each other. In short, the next step is the topic of the poetry club.

At this time, it was estimated that all parties had made a lot of poems waiting for comparison, but at this time, there was a shout from the entrance of the painting, mixed noise, and then someone shouted loudly, "Bold! Someone is making trouble!"

There was a movement of ping-pong, and the talented beauty on the painting was quiet. Suddenly, a tall figure appeared on the big screen in the center, and a man seemed to roar angrily, "Which bastard dares to make trouble here and disturb my interest, hum!"

The screen suddenly withdrew, and with a purple shirt, the prince with thick eyebrows and big eyes left the seat and walked to the entrance of the painting. In addition to the sound of the wind, Song Yi actually felt that the board he occupied trembled slightly.

This man is so strong! Song Yi was surprised, but what surprised him more was that he finally saw a beautiful woman in a plain dress behind the screen.

Is she the girl who sings music?

Song Yi was still secretly guessing the identity of the plain beauty, guessing whether she was the owner with an empty and sweet voice. With the tall and strong young man shouting at the painting, he was already playing ping-pong again.

At the moment before, those talented women could still sit and wait for the calm after the screen, but with the strong young man coming out, there was an angry roar and a fight. Suddenly, all the screens that were originally isolated from everyone's eyes were removed, and the faces of many princes and girls appeared. Some of these people saw them walking around when Song Yi went to the painting, and some knew the true face of Lushan. Song Yi actually found that at least one of each table could suppress the other girls's temperament. The vulgar woman, at this time, I believed that what Wang Su said was indeed true. It seemed that the poetry would be just a warm-up activity of the Huakui election.

It's just that he is not allowed to think about this. Originally, when he talked about the wind and the moon, the people of poetry, wine and songs suddenly surged and squeezed towards the entrance of the painting. Those who were lighter and stronger had already rushed over to help, and the slightly weak and timid scholars refused to go to the center of the conflict on the pretext of protecting flowers.

Among the people at the same table, Dou Wei shouted angrily, got up and shouted with alcohol, "Fuck, he actually bullied my Dou family on the head. Come on!"

Dou Wei shouted, and several young men with red ears and thick necks who had already drunk on this table suddenly rolled up their sleeves and rushed in with their delicate arms exposed.

Because he was a guard of the guard of the courtyard and had to protect Wang Su, Song Yi was still like a mountain and only guarded Wang Su. Looking up, most of the people with some strength went to the entrance of the painting and fought. Among his deskmates, Song Yi was slightly surprised that Jiang Cheng was still talking about something with Ning Shishi.

According to reason, there must be more people standing on the side of Dou Langya on the painting, but when he heard the tragic cry, Song Yi frowned slightly, and the crowd who rushed out also retreated a little. The weak scholars and girls who did not participate in the conflict on the field also stood up and craned their necks to watch the battle. Only a few people like Wang Su, who were really confused, were half lying on the table and sleepy.

Of course, the strangest thing is Jiang Cheng and Ning Shishi, who seem to have nothing to do with this fight and stay out of the matter.

Suddenly, a figure slammed on Wang Su's lying table like a cannonball. The table suddenly broke open. Cups and plates and some scattered food flew away. When Song Yifei quickly involved Wang Su to avoid it, he took time to see Master Ning's flexible figure and retreating. On the contrary, Jiangcheng was not as good as Ning Shishi's speed was fast, and his clothes were splashed with some wine and sporadic dishes.

Song Yi was very suspicious.

At this time, the group of battle groups composed of Dou Langya, the prince, was broken, and four or five people protected the painting on a well-dressed young prince.

"Thieves and birds... Who are you!?" The tall and strong young man with some color on his face stared and roared, and his chest was full of fierce ups and downs because of fighting and anger, but he was not afraid at all when he was injured, but a little fierce and majestic.

"I'm going to Xi Shuhua in Tokyo. I've been looking forward to the name of today's Bianzhou Huangying girl and Ning Shishi girl for a long time. I came here to visit, but I didn't expect to be blocked under the drifting flowering. I've been offended, and I hope you can forgive me." Although the words of the jade-faced young man, who is protected by everyone, are decent, the arrogant eyebrows and the behavior of the first soldier and then the courtesy are clearly arrogant and domineering.

At this time, Song Yi saw that the tall and strong young man who was surrounded by the crowd and became the center was clearly Dou Langya. His eyebrows seemed to rise slightly, as if he hesitated, but soon he sneered and said, "No matter who you are in Tokyo, you are unreasonable today, you have to pass my level first."

Tokyo, the son of heaven. Dou Langya was obviously not just a rough man who could only use martial arts, so he first expressed his position. The other party was rude first. No wonder he counterattacked the guard behind. In this way, if you really offend the high-ranking officials from Tokyo in the future, there is still room for turning around.

Song Yi suddenly saw Zhao Jianzhi with a red face in the crowd. Suddenly, a cold look came out in his eyes and stared at Zhao Jianzhi's hateful face.

In Dou Langya's words, there was actually a sense of turning, but at this time, Zhao Jianzhi suddenly said viciously, "What's wrong with Tokyo? Are you bullying me? No one in Bianzhou wants to provoke all of us alone? Brothers, it's the men of Bianzhou City. Let's beat this man fiercely with me and let him know that the strong dragon still doesn't suppress the ground snake!"

"Yes!... The strong dragon still doesn't suppress the ground snake..."

"Thieves and birds... It's too much to bully..."

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The killing scene that only took a little rest suddenly became excited because of Zhao Jianzhi's beating. For a moment, no one could get off the stage. The well-dressed prince of Tokyo was not afraid under the encirclement and condemnation of the crowd. On the contrary, some timid scholars and women present were so scared that they hid in one place. . I'm worried that I will fight and hurt myself later.

Song Yi took a look. The plain-colored beauty also hid in the corner with several timid girls with a slightly pale face.

I don't know who took action first, or the two sides started together. The scene full of gunpowder finally broke out a more fierce fight.

Zi said, you have to fuck the bricks to defeat the enemy! Many people have used all kinds of tools such as tables, chairs, bowls and chopsticks.

At this time, Wang Su, who was beside Song Yi, slowly woke up. When he saw many people fighting, he suddenly got rid of Song Yi's help and got rid of his help. His still blurred eyes scanned around, as if he were searching for weapons. It seems that we are going to join the regiment.

Song Yi was a little worried. At this time, the lingering light in the corner of his eyes actually saw Jiangcheng slipping away from an unnoticed corner, and he couldn't help but despise him unexpectedly. Ning Shishi was absorbed in looking at the scene of the fight and looked indifferent.

Wang Su finally found a wooden stick that he didn't know what it was for. In the middle, the spear was swinging and playing twice, stirring out the sound of the wind, which looked quite scary.

Song Yi looked at Wang Su, who was dressed up as a prince. In fact, Wang Su, who was blushing and a little charming, rushed out, as if he had shouted some slogan, majestic.

Originally, Song Yi was going to fight with Wang Su. Anyway, it was a group fight. However, Song Yi's eyes subconsciously glanced at the prince, who was not very nervous in the crowd fight, and suddenly his eyes inadvertently glanced at an object.

Suddenly, he was shocked. He suddenly stopped the forward figure and hurriedly pulled Wang Su, who was waving a stick and almost entered the battle circle.

Wang Su's wrist was suddenly pulled by Song Yi, and her body was suddenly pulled back, which made her arm a little painful. She almost woke up half of her wine and shouted angrily, "Daw! What are you pulling me for? Let go of me!"

Song Yi didn't dare to let go of her. Instead, he didn't let go of her. Instead, he dragged Wang Su back to his original position like a bull.

Wang Su was so angry that he hit Song Yi's shoulder with a stick. Under the influence of alcohol, he didn't know the weight of strength. This hit made Song Yi grin and didn't know if his mouth was swollen, but Song Yi refused to let go. Perhaps knowing the strength under his fierce smash, Wang Su saw that Song Yi had not let go of his hand and said slightly less fiercely, "Let go! What kind of style is this!"

Song Yi winked at Wang Su. Wang Su didn't understand, but Ning Shishi beside him was a little strangely speculed about Song Yi's intention.

In fact, at this time, there were still many people who saw Song Yi pulling Wang Su back in a hurry. Most people just thought that this was a panicked thing made by a timid family who was afraid of an accident with their young lady. Only Song Yi knew how amazing the secret he saw.

Yellow, royal royal use, especially bright yellow, the supreme symbol, Song Yi clearly saw a touch of bright yellow tie hanging a piece of white jade, just under the gorgeous coat of the prince who claimed to be Tokyo Xi Shuhua.

"Miss, that man can't afford to provoke." Song Yi quickly put his head close to Wang Su's head and said in a very soft voice.

Wang Su Jiuyi almost completely woke up and looked at the scene of the fight with half a doubt.

The man in the battle is a hero, but the scholar in the battle is crazy, especially when the scholar who drinks some wine fights, that is a group of ugly crazy people!

Some people were frightened and trembling, and some people calmly watched.

At this time, Song Yi and Ning Shishi, not far away from Wang Su, flashed for a moment, and then suddenly raised his voice and shouted, "All assistants! Stop..."