Duan Mingyu said: "Brother Cheng is worried because the rain floats into the eaves?"

Cheng Zhiyuan nodded: "Yes, Brother Yu's official uniform is hung under the eaves. When the wind blows, the rain will blow under the eaves. Oh, how can the clothes be done?"

Duan Mingyu said easily: "What's the difficulty? I have a plan to easily solve the trouble of wind and rain in this official uniform!"

Cheng Zhiyuan said in surprise: "My brother is serious about this, hurry up and let me know the clever plan!"

Duan Mingyu said: "Brother Cheng just needs to find a piece of canvas, make a canopy, and put it on the eaves. The wind can blow in, but the rain can definitely not come in."

Cheng Zhiyuan's eyes lit up: "My brother has a good idea. It's always raining and his clothes are dry. I don't know when it will be sunny. Haha, wait until I have a good rest of this rain shelter..."

"Yes." Duan Mingyu replied very naturally: "If you are well, it will be a sunny day."

Cheng Zhiyuan laughed and said, "My brother's words are very interesting!"

Duan Mingyu and Cheng Zhiyuan were drinking, but they saw Yang Zhaoniang and Yang Yanguang’s grandparents and grandson sitting on Duan Mingyu’s table very naturally.

Duan Mingyu said in surprise: "Hey, why are you two here?"

Yang Zhaoniang said unhappily: "Hmph, if you have fun, don't call me, and I will ignore you next time."

Duan Mingyu rubbed Yang Zhaoniang's head: "I originally wanted to call you, but didn't you say you were going to hold a Beggars' Sect Conference today?"

Yang Zhaoniang said embarrassedly: "It seems like this is the case!"

After seeing Yang Yanguang, Cheng Zhiyuan hurriedly stood up and bowed respectfully: "Sir, please see Mr. Yang!"

Yang Yanguang waved his hand and said, "There is no need to be polite today. I have something to do today, so I may be noticed. You should be more casual."

Duan Mingyu glanced at Cheng Zhiyuan in confusion: "Brother Cheng knows Mr. Yang?"

Cheng Zhiyuan whispered: "Mr. Yang met me on the first day he arrived in Bianliang. This time, Mr. Yang had a major task to come to Bianliang. The teacher said that the inn was full of people and had his own place to go. He didn't expect that he would be at my virtuous home."

Duan Mingyu asked, "Brother Cheng knows what is the identity of Mr. Yang?"

Cheng Zhiyuan said: "This is unspeakable, but I just need to know that Mr. Yang is a noble man with all his hands and eyes." Cheng Zhiyuan also paused heavily on the word "天".

Duan Mingyu did not notice this detail, but fell into endless thoughts. The identity of Old Man Yang was mysterious and his martial arts were superb. The governor of a state saluted him very much. It was too profound and mysterious.

Yang Yanguang was closing his eyes to rest, Cheng Zhiyuan was drinking by himself, Yang Zhaoniang was eating and drinking, Duan Mingyu was scratching his head, and a table was full of various forms.

After a long time, a beautiful woman in her early thirties slowly walked to the front of the ring No. 1 and said that she had a great blessing. The unbearable willow waist made the whole audience excited. Who else was there except Mrs. Ji Yunyi, who had a great reputation and talent?

Ji Yunyi said with no humility or arrogance: "Dear guests, Xiaodian has invited talented men and heroes to compete in the arena today, and wins and losses are determined by couplets. Thanks to you, the small store is full of glory and is very honored. I believe everyone knows the lottery, so I won't say much. For the fairness of the competition, Xiaodian specially invited Mr. Xie Xiande, a respected Confucian scholar in Gongyuan, one of our prefectures, as the notary. Now, I invite all the talents to come on stage and compete with each other!"

"Okay!" As soon as this said, there were endless cheers in the crowd.

The referee Xie Xiande, who was sitting upright, looked at the bustling scholars and was immediately full of surprises. It turns out that there are talents in the generations of the country. The Yangtze River is the next wave and the former wave is the prosperous.

As soon as he finished speaking, a scholar with white face couldn't wait to jump onto the No. 1 ring. After Ji Yunyi stepped down, he held his fists and bowed: "I'm not talented, I'm willing to throw bricks and attract jade. I hope you all will give me advice."

After saying that, the scholar paused for a moment, and then slowly said, "Everyone, listen, my first couplet is, Haoge doesn't realize the world is small."

After hearing this, referee Xie Xiande smiled slightly. The first couplet was very good, but the difficulty was a little lacking.

Sure enough, just a moment later, another scholar with a hooked nose jumped onto the ring, and also bowed to the scholar with pink head and white face, and then said, "The lower couplet below is, I can only know the sun and the moon will be long after drinking it."

After the eagle hooked his nose, he came up with a couplet. The pink-headed and white-faced scholar thought for a long time and finally retreated in disappointment. In this way, the champions changed, and the round ended like this.

After the first round of throwing bricks and jade, the other four arenas also kicked off.

For a moment, all the five arenas were full of literary talent, cheers, sighs, and anger and anger.

After a while, a strange middle-aged man whispered a few words in Yang Yanguang's ear. After hearing this, Yang Yanguang couldn't help but show a hint of relaxation on his face. After smiling at Duan Mingyu and others, Yang Yanguang followed the middle-aged man to the private room on the fifth floor.

Duan Ming stared at this elegant room without turning his eyes. After a while, the door of the elegant room opened slightly. In front of the quaint table, a girl about sixteen or seventeen years old stood charmingly, holding her chin with her hands, looking out the window in a daze. Duan Mingyu rubbed her eyes hard, no, right? There is such a pretty girl in this world, who can compete with Wan Yanyan. The difference is that Wan Yanyan is lively and lively, while this woman is gentle and charming.

Yang Yanguang stood beside her and said something, the graceful woman looked at Duan Mingyu. Seeing Duan Mingyu also looking at him, the graceful woman covered her lips lightly and smiled kindly at Duan Mingyu like an old acquaintance.

Before Duan Mingyu could react, a scholar behind him shouted as if he had won five million yuan: "Brother Zhang, look, the stunning woman upstairs smiled at me just now!"

"Brother Li is such a bad word. The woman was clearly smiling at me just now. Why should Brother Li be self-indulgent!"

Duan Mingyu touched her nose depressedly. It seemed that I was the real owner. Mr. Yang wouldn't he want to introduce the girl to me as a bed-warming wife? How could he be so embarrassed?

Duan Mingyu was in YY, and the competition on the ring became even more intense. In the end, a talented man named Ye Xun in the second arena defeated thirteen challengers in a row with a devastating momentum, and then steadily occupied the position of the champion, which made the self-proclaimed scholars present discouraged and challenged the other four arenas.

Ye Xun sat on the chair on the ring with satisfaction, and started to sleep arrogantly.

Duan Mingyu spitted: "Bah, what's so proud of me? This is because I didn't play. If I can't help but take action, it's up to you, you still dare to show off."

Yang Zhaoniang stretched her head over: "Brother Mingyu, how are you doing with couplets?"

Duan Mingyu smiled proudly and said, "By forceful, just sloppy!"

When Duan Mingyu heard Duan Mingyu's answer, Yang Zhaoniang and Cheng Zhiyuan showed an inexplicable smile on their faces at the same time. Duan Mingyu felt a chill and couldn't help but chill. There was a conspiracy, and these two people had a conspiracy.

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