Going to the capital, in Chen Jiu's mansion, a sound of reading aloud spread from a bamboo forest.<-　　　

Bamboo is a rare top-grade green bamboo. I don’t know when it started, but bamboo has become a representative of people’s metaphor for “sex”.

I remember a poem that reads like this: "Persist in the green mountains and do not relax, the roots are originally in the broken rocks. Thousands of mills and thousands of blows are still strong, and you can let the winds of the southeast, west and north."

The righteous spirit floats in the bamboo forest, the sound is calm and peaceful, and it has a method. Those who hear it can calm people's hearts and the haze in their hearts will disappear.

Chen Jiu, dressed in white, sat in the bamboo forest. In front of him, a table made of bamboo was woven. He sat lazily on a rattan chair. The book in his hand was brand new, but it had a sense of holy Tao.

Qiao Xiaoyu held an apple and flew gently with his left hand, like a dancing butterfly, wanting to fly.

The flying peels destroy this harmonious beauty.

"Are you really not going to today's game?"

Put down the book, looked at the teapot on the rattan chair, gently poured out a cup of tea, and savored it carefully: "If you don't go, I'm not a cat or a dog, why should I go? He wanted to lend me to the sky, but I couldn't do it as his wish. This time, not only would I not be able to use it as a stepping stone, but my reputation would also increase again."

This is a society where people cannibalize people. Everyone is calculating. Everyone is a prey and is also a hunter. This kind of character "color" is obviously not clear.

Today, the Baihua Building was particularly lively. There were countless scholars during the exchanges. The madam who was greeting the guests at the door was a little stiff with a smile.

Today, when Xie Yun, the eldest son of the Xie family, fought against Chen Jiu, the students who had long been unable to see Chen Jiu were praised and praised it. A duel was known to everyone.

In a 'flower' garden, Jiang Qianqiu played chess in front of him, opposite him was an old man in his fifties: "Grandfather, what did you think Chen Jiu want to do?"

The old man looked at the chessboard with his eyes fixed on his eyes: "Don't you have a great dream? Haven't you deduced it in your dream?"

Speaking of this, Jiang Qianqiu's face was a little weird: "I can't simulate the character Chen Jiu's character in my dream."

"How is that possible?" The old man's eyes trembled with his hands: "Really?"

"Really" Jiang Qianqiu must nodded.

"You little boy is not simple." Jiang Wanyan took a breath and then fell a piece: "He is playing a big game of chess."

"How big is it?".

"It's as big as you want."

"I hope he can 'stay' and don't play with fire and get himself in." Jiang Qianqiu's temperament was outstanding at this time, and he no longer had that sleepy look.

In a restaurant in Shangjing, four young men sat in a room. The room was very luxurious. The wood was made of high-quality nanmu. A stick of incense burned in the middle of the room, which had the effect of meditation and concentration.

Liu An lowered his head and didn't know what to think about, and the atmosphere was silent.

He Zhongguo looked at Liu An, then looked at Wu Qi who closed his eyes and focused: "Boss, have you thought about it?"

Liu calmed his slightly wrinkled forehead: "What I am now confused about is how Chen Jiu could come to Shangjing well, but he was not killed. What is the secret of his body being low, which makes me very curious."

While saying that, Liu An's eyes lit up: "What's there to think about? Chen Jiu is so arrogant. He pushed our Yuzhou to the point of wind and waves. Everyone must be implicated by it. Although our Yuzhou City is good, it is still a big difference compared to Shangjing. Everyone knows how to do it."

While talking, Liu An blew gently at the incense in the center of several people, turned around and stood up: "Let's go, let's go to Baihua Building."

In the Baihua Building, Mu Qingyi stood by the window, looking at the crowd coming and going, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "Interesting".

Downstairs, everyone was drinking and talking about the battle.

"How likely do you think Chen Jiu has to win?"

"Why is a little local from the countryside a rival to our talented man in Shanghai? Brother, you are too worried."

"That's right, that's right, Chen Jiu is so arrogant. This time he happened to let him know what's good-looking."

There are two tables at the center of the first floor. Xie Yun sat on the first seat, with all the pens, ink, paper and inkstone in place. The noise in the whole hall did not seem to affect Xie Yun, and he sat quietly on a chair like an old monk entering into meditation.

Everyone consciously surrounded the middle chair, leaving only one road leading to the road outside the "door".

Upstairs, Wang Jinlun said in a golden "colorful" dress, holding a folding fan in his hand, surrounding him with a "servant" and "female" and "spoken" around him, quietly saying nothing.

Time passed by little by little, from morning to morning, the weather temperature rose, and everyone seemed to be infected by the hot air, and they felt a little irritable.

"Why haven't Chen Jiu come yet?"

"That's right, he is so good at playing big names. He's so embarrassed to ask people like us to wait for him."

"Really, I'm hungry."

"That's it, that's it."

"You must show it to him after you come, but you said he wouldn't dare to come, right?" said a person.

"How is it possible? This battle spread throughout Shangjing and attracted the attention of all forces. How could he not come?"

"Yes, I've all been bets, so I'll wait for Mr. Xie to defeat Chen Jiu and get the money."

"It won't really be here, right?" a man whispered.

"This,,,," everyone stopped talking again.

At this time, everyone was a little reminiscent. From beginning to end, some people went to Beijing to promote today's battle between Xie Yun and Chen Jiu. Even Mr. Xie confirmed this matter, but Chen Jiu never made any noise? Is this battle a joke, and Mr. Xie directed and acted as a farce.

Time moved, and noon soon passed. At this time, as long as it was a person, he realized something was wrong. Xie Yun was still sitting there, like an old Buddha, but no one saw Xie Yun's hands trembling constantly in the sleeves where he was.

"Chen Jiu, if you dare not come, don't blame me for taking ruthless actions."

This time, the battle was reported to Shangjing, and he was a part of it. He wanted to use the public's mouth to force Chen Jiu to fight, but he didn't believe that he would not dare to resist the battle under such a general trend, unless he did not want to "get out" in Shangjing in the future.

What a pity. Even though he had done everything, Chen Jiu didn't even have any intention of responding. The incident of spreading the world became a farce, and Xie Yun was embarrassed.

Upstairs, Wang Jinlun had already put away his folding fan, and his hands were uneasy and "committed" back and forth. He and Xie Yun were both the best in Shangjing. He was the leader of the younger generation. Xie Yun was not only embarrassed by his own face, but also by Wang Jinlun and countless scholars in Shangjing.

At this time, not far from the big test, countless scholars gathered in Shangjing to look at him. If this farce ended, how could the scholars in Shangjing raise their noble heads in front of others in the future?

"Mr. Wang, is Chen Jiu really not coming?" asked a Confucian scholar wearing extraordinary clothes beside Wang Jinlun.

Wang Jinlun shook his head: "It's hard to say, it's only noon now, and there's still one hour left. Maybe he's building momentum, but if Chen Jiu really doesn't come within this hour, then,,,,."

Speaking of this, Wang Jinlun didn't continue, but it was already there. Thinking of the rebellious face, Wang Jinlun was unsure.

Upstairs, Mu Qingyi was holding a book in his hand, and a "servant" tidied up Mu Qingyi's hair: "Miss, is Chen Jiu coming yet? It's already noon now."

Mu Qingyi changed his posture slightly: "It's hard to say, Chen Jiu has been building momentum. Obviously, he thinks that the current momentum is not enough, not enough. Chen Jiu has made great plans and is ambitious. It's really hard to say this time."

"Miss has experienced the sufferings of the world and has a thorough understanding of the hearts of the people. Can't he see Chen Jiu clearly?"

Mu Qingyi shook his head: "He is just a mystery, an unsolvable mystery."

In the pavilion, Jiang Qianqiu's eyes narrowed slightly at this moment: "Chen Jiu is really Chen Jiu. He regards the general trend and human relations as a casual look and he disdains. If I can't withstand this pressure, I will not be able to withstand this kind of pressure."

"You are still young, and you can enter other people's dreams and experience them by going to another level. At that time, you will naturally be as confident as Chen Jiu." The old man said confidently.

Jiang Qianqiu nodded, and said nothing.

In the palace, the human emperor's eyes descended to the entire imperial city. The entire imperial city was as clear as his own palm lines.

Seeing Xie Yun who was uneasy inside, he saw the crowd of people who were "excited" and the young man who was still sitting there reading calmly.
Chapter completed!