"No problem, no problem, this matter will be taken care of by me!" Su Zijin patted his chest, as if I was the emperor and I had the final say.

A certain woman was shaking her shoulders in dismay when Hongli's words came quickly and slowly, "Can you compose poetry?" It wasn't that he doubted her moral character, it was just that he looked at her failed attempt to disguise herself as a man.

He couldn't control his suspicious character due to the phrase in the toilet: "There's a beautiful man outside the toilet. In the toilet, please ask: Dear, did you bring toilet paper?"

"Humph! My young master is both talented and beautiful. He can doubt her IQ, but she must not doubt Tang poetry, Song poetry and Ming and Qing novels. If conditions permit, she wouldn't mind telling a story about Dream of Red Mansions.

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The hall has become quiet, no longer as loud as before, and the lights are gradually dimming.

Under the dim candlelight, Hongli was still dressed in bright red, with messy black hair scattered on her chest, but she didn't look charming at all. She just felt like a fairy, like a dream, untouchable.

Before seeing him, I heard his harp first. The sound of the harp was lingering, as cool as running water, enchanting people's hearing. It lingered around the beam for three days, and the lingering sound was endless.

Just when everyone was about to adapt to this gentle artistic conception, the person on the stage suddenly turned his fingertips, and a sharp murderous aura came out of the strings, which made Su Zijin shake.

I have to say that Hongli's piano music is indeed superb. The artistic conception he created just now is like making an appointment with someone to compete with swords. Before she could put her hand on the sword, the other party had already forced the sword into her eyes. As the sword energy shone, she had already been

Seize the three feet of ground in front of you and the inch of sight in front of your eyes. The meteors are flying, but at the moment when the sword is approaching, your vision turns black and you lose the courage to fight again.

As soon as the song ended, the hall was filled with the sound of cups being broken and dishes being broken, people running away, and even Su Zijin was covered in cold sweat. I originally thought that Hongli was just a bad-tempered fire dragon waiter, but according to the

His aura just now made her believe that he was the emperor.

If God gave her a chance to repent, she would definitely worship this great god, serve him tea and water, grovel and beg for mercy... instead of tearing off his clothes as toilet paper.

"The poetry competition is about to begin. Do you guys want to give up this opportunity to kiss Mr. Hongli?" A man in black looked at the people who were running away with great contempt, "Isn't he just a male actor?

That’s all, what else can we uncover!”

"Zheng!" As soon as he heard the word "male actor", Hongli's string suddenly broke, and his slender index finger was cut with blood.

"Ah San, don't be rude!" The man next to the man in black snorted, "Ah San, you are not sensible. What you said offended Mr. Hongli, please forgive me!" He smiled softly, like the spring breeze in March.

, refreshing.

Looking at the young man in white indifferently, Hongli Leng snorted, "Of course I don't mind. If the dog bites me, I can't bite him back."

The group is so deserted. Join the group [Qingqing Zijin] 233816995. Mr. Yan is doing a big bloodletting in the new year. I will give you a free short story! Yes, sister, I’m just talking about you. Just point your fingers and follow Xiaoyan to eat meat. Hehehe
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