2617: C2617 Parabietae Fructus(part I)

C2617 Parabietae Fructus(part I)

In the capital, news like Chu Yang and Shangguan Lan would naturally arrive later, but for some people, it did not exist.

For example, the First Prince, Huangfu Wuji.

First Prince's Estate!

The study room, the enormous and luxurious study room!

At this moment, in front of the First Prince, there were two neat rows of men. Each of them looked like a god.

They were all about the same height and wore white clothes. There was a one-foot wide leather belt tied around their waists and a silver scabbard with a black hilt.

The scimitars did not move, but the hands holding the sabers did. Each of them held a piece of paper in their hands. It was a piece of paper written in black and white.

The paper was very soft, but at this moment, it was as straight as a piece of white wooden board. Huangfu Haoji was lying on a recliner. The folding fan in his hand made a light tapping sound as he looked at the first row of black and white words.

"Pint Spring Tea, three sips of plain water!"

On the first sheet of paper, there was surprisingly the first pair of Kong Jingzhi had given out. Huangfu Wuji took a glance, but he was unable to immediately tell that this was the uniting of words, much less immediately blurting out a direct confrontation.

At that moment, he coldly said, "This Chu Yang, he deserves to die!"

He was not as good as Chu Yang, Chu Yang should die.

"Show me the answer."

The moment his voice faded, the person in front retreated. The person behind took a step forward and the contents on the paper entered his eyes – Zhu Xian An, two mountain people!

Huangfu Wuji's face became even more unsightly. This was simply an exquisite match. Moreover, that despicable person instantly matched it, causing him to feel quite displeased in his heart. The person who had such talent in the way of literature should be him.

"Lotus heart is bitter."

He continued to look at the next pair. After he smoothly matched it, his face turned as black as the bottom of a pot when compared to Chu Yang's pair of 'Riko's stomach'.

In particular, he found himself noticing that it was a harmonic word, especially when it was only for the first meaning.

"Rising from day to day!"

Because of his anger, Huangfu Wuji watched even faster. When he saw such a pair, he couldn't help exclaiming, "The pair from Kong Jingshi are truly not ordinary cunning!"

Suddenly, his competitive spirit returned. He didn't look at the pair Chu Yang gave him and started to think.

However, when he excitedly took out the pair, compared to Chu Yang's pair, the fan in his hand instantly turned into powder.

"A few floors, supporting the east side of the mountain, near the water's edge, for painting, for gathering the spring snow, for scattering the white river smoke …"

Such a long pair made him realize once again that he was no different from Chu Yang.

"..."

"My superior power shows off my tiger-like courage."

"Leave the slut here and show your head!"

Even though Huangfu Wuyu was getting more and more jealous of Chu Yang, he still couldn't help but shout out in delight when he saw the pair of Kong Jingshi and Chu Yang.

He was jealous of Chu Yang, but he absolutely did not like Chu Yang because Kong Jingshi's literary talent was also higher than his. Plus, because he had been troubled by Kong Jingshi and his wife over and over again, Chu Yang's sudden arrival of such a vulgar pair also vented his anger.

"I'll plant a tree in your house, and have a bathtub with fish in your house. Good!"

"The fish fat fruit is in my stomach, your mother is here to kiss the kitchen, haha!" Seeing this, he couldn't help but burst out laughing. "The ugly Kong Jingjing is on the verge of fainting from anger. It would be hard for her not to die from anger!"0

Huangfu Wuji was laughing with joy, but suddenly, the smile on his face disappeared and his entire person became extremely sinister: "Kong Jingshi's talent in the Dao is not as lowly as that of others, not even me. This is truly very good!"

He could not bear Kong Jingjing, much less Chu Yang!

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