The woman's voice was very clean and nice, but Du Wenxing's ears felt a sense of familiarity.

This sound...is Miss Yun Ruoyi!

He recalled.

However, this time it sounded that Miss Yun's temperament was different from the time she was panicked that day. She was generous and calm, and had a great style.

Everyone looked in the sound of the water bank and saw a hole in the embroidery curtain at the source of the water flow, revealing several young girls inside, surrounded by one person.

This woman surrounded by girls, wearing pink clothes, a figure, slightly plump skin, fresh cheeks, and a greasy nose. She bathed in the morning light at this moment, giving people a thrilling sense of beauty.

Du Wenxing was amazed in an instant.

This woman is Yun Ruoyi, the eldest daughter of the Yun family.

Yun Ruoyi held a small wooden hammer in her hand, and a small stone chime was placed on the table next to her.

A little maid stood beside her, holding a small wooden tray in her hand, and folded several squares with colored paper. I think it was the title of the poem I wanted to pick up.

"How is it, is Sister Yun very beautiful?" Zheng Rou said to Du Wenxing in a low voice.

Du Wenxing nodded sincerely.

At this time, the students who were scattered in the garden talking about poetry and lyrics slowly gathered over, and many people's eyes quietly turned on Yun Ruoyi's face, with an obsessive expression.

Yun Ruoyi turned a blind eye to the people close to her, gently tapped the small wooden hammer in her hand on the stone chime, and with a "ding" sound, she started to speak again: "Who is willing to pick up the title of this poem?"

Du Wenxing also moved forward with the crowd. He was not like others, in order to take the opportunity to get closer to look at the Yun family lady who is famous, but was afraid that the Lu Dazhen from Crouching Hugang would take advantage of the number of people to take advantage of the situation and take advantage of the number of people to take advantage of it and take advantage of it.

Therefore, he seemed to be relaxed, and actually held the handle of the knife tightly with his right hand, keeping the knife ready to be released at any time.

When other young talents heard this, they all expressed their words and recommended the candidates they thought.

At this moment, a little maid ran over from afar and leaned over to Yun Ruoyi's ear and said something secretly.

Yun Ruoyi nodded, then tapped the small wooden hammer and said, "I wonder which one is Mr. Du from the Qingcheng Sect?"

After hearing this, Du Wenxing felt very strange.

I am just a newcomer, why did I ask myself about it?

Could it be that some people have made some arrangements?

Although I was quite confused, I was not afraid.

Du Wenxing took a step forward and said loudly: "I'm here. Can you ask Miss Yun what advice do you have?"

As soon as he stood up, everyone in the venue suddenly focused on him, and Du Wenxing smiled slightly but looked calm.

Zheng Rou became more and more admired, while Lu Hong was very jealous and said angrily to Zhou Yunwen on the side: "Why did the eldest lady of the Yun family mention him specifically? This boy has no literary name!"

Zhou Yunwen still looked gentle and elegant, and smiled and said, "You will know if you look."

Everyone's attention was attracted by Du Wenxing. No one noticed that Yun Ruoyi's face suddenly changed after seeing Du Wenxing, and then her jade-like skin was stained with a layer of red glow.

The little maid Biyun, holding the tray, looked surprised, and her pretty little mouth turned into a "o" shape.

Although Du Wenxing left his name on that day, no one expected that the "Young Master Du" in Qingcheng was the young man in Qingcheng who saved them.

Yun Ruoyi came back to her senses, looked at Du Wenxing with a pair of beautiful eyes, blinked at him in slightest detail, and then said like red clouds: "Today, an elder recommended Mr. Du of Qingcheng, saying that he was both civil and military. Not only was his martial arts outstanding, but his literary talent was also outstanding. Today, he visited the poetry meeting to add color. The little girl dared to ask Mr. Du to write a title for the poetry meeting. I wonder what Mr. Du wanted?"

Du Wenxing glanced at the water pavilion, "Elder recommended, who is it? Zheng Huan? It probably won't!"

He felt that the so-called elders who recommended him should have bad intentions. This move was a bit of a praising voice. Just look at the young talents around him who seemed to be squirting fire.

Du Wenxing naturally would not be a gunman. He looked at Yun Ruoyi and said with a smile: "I am a martial artist, and I am a little talented and knowledgeable. I don't know which senior is very kind to me. He looks so proud of the younger generation, and he is a little ashamed. He dare not be aware of both civil and military affairs. Today, all the wise men are here, and there are many talented people. The girl wants Du Wenxing to write about this question, but she is very frightened."

In the water pavilion, Zheng Huan looked at a middle-aged man in surprise and asked, "Sir Tong, I wonder why you recommended Du Wenxing?"

The middle-aged man was named Tongguang, who was the academician of Chengdu Prefecture. It was he who recommended Du Wenxing as the person who wrote the title.

Tongguang smiled slightly and said, "It's just that this boy is different. You see, others attending poetry meetings are at most swords, but this one is a sword. In addition, seeing that he is extraordinary, he thinks he is also a talented man with a talented man with a poetic spirit and a talented person. Then he said casually, haha."

Zheng Huan looked at Tongguang in confusion. This explanation was a bit far-fetched. Besides, how did Tongguang know Du Wenxing’s surname?

The school administration of Yifu should not pay attention to a small Qingcheng disciple, right?

Not to mention the adults in the Water Pavilion, let’s talk about Du Wenxing.

After Du Wenxing refused, Yun Ruoyi didn't want to make things difficult. Just as she was about to say something, Zhou Yunwen, who was standing next to Lu Hong, stepped forward and said, "Today, Japan is making friends through poetry, so how can there be many empty rituals? Since Mr. Du can come to the poetry meeting, he is also handsome and talented in Nishikawa. Is it timid to pick up a topic?"

Du Wenxing glanced at him. He didn't know him at all, but why did he use words to squeeze himself? But he was not afraid, so he simply stopped shirking. Haha, he walked towards the Xiumu in a worried look not far away.

Zheng Rou whispered behind him: "Come on!"

Du Wenxing turned around and was about to respond to a sentence of "Thank you for your encouragement", but he heard the other party say again: "I'll hold the beauty back."

I almost fell down. What kind of god is this?

However, Lu Hong, who had always looked ugly, had a much better expression. My cousin's words clearly showed that she was not interested in Du Wenxing, hahaha.

Du Wenxing came to the embroidery curtain, looked at Yun Ruoyi with a peach blossom face, and said, "But I don't know what else is there to pay attention to when I pick up the title of this poem?"

Yun Ruoyi Bingxue was smart and could see that the person who recommended Du Wenxing in the Water Pavilion seemed to have bad intentions. He also saw that Du Wenxing had a good foundation in his actions and was calm and calm, and he couldn't help but nod.

Then he explained in a low voice: "The rules of the poem meeting are the ones who have chosen the title are recognized as a handsome poet. Today, the poems written by talented men in the poetry meeting have been compiled into a volume to spread. Therefore, the person who has chosen the title needs to draft a small preface. If Mr. Du is embarrassed..."

Yun Ruoyi's voice became lighter, "Young sister can help."
Chapter completed!