"No matter if I know you or not, even if you are shit tea, piss tea, or fart tea, what does it matter?" Ji Cheng pointed at Feixu, "There should be a first come first served rule, right?" "First come first served doesn't work for me," said Li Qingcha. "Ok?" "Look, what is that?" Following Li Qingcha's finger, everyone looked over. It was those few words that Gong Lianxue had hung on people. And so, leaning on the red and green, the romantic affairs, the life is happy. Youth is only a moment. Can't bear to exchange the fame for a quiet drink and a low song. ——Li Qingcha, a romantic and talented scholar Li Qingcha said: "Yicuilou has rules. As long as you can complete the poem "He Chongtian", you will receive the highest level of courtesy. What's the big deal if I cut in line?" Wasn’t this poem written by her?
Complete yourself? No shame! Ji Cheng was so angry that the plasmolysis occurred. Chapter 38 The True Romantic Talent The situation in Yicui Tower was tense. Li Qingcha didn't eat breakfast, but drank two glasses of wine on an empty stomach. His face was a little red, and he looked a little charming in his heroic spirit, just like a handsome young man. Feixu looked at him and wanted to get closer to him. If it was an ordinary guest, she would have sat in the other person's arms and poured wine. "Sir, drink slowly." Having said that, he poured another glass. Li Qingcha raised the wine glass with his right hand, pointed to the three lines of "He Chongtian" hanging there with his left hand, and said to Ji Cheng: "Mr. Ji, are you interested in listening to the whole poem?" She couldn't recite the whole poem. but…… "I won't listen!" Ji Cheng shouted. Are you kidding? If he listened to it, wouldn’t Li Qingcha be showing off? That is seriously inconsistent with the purpose of this trip. Li Qingcha raised the corner of his mouth. "It seems that some people are self-aware and feel ashamed in front of a truly talented and romantic man." Hearing her call herself a "romantic talent", Feixu couldn't help but smile with her hands covering her lips. Piaoxue and Gong Lianxue hiding in the dark also had similar expressions.
Ji Cheng's face looked bad, and it was twisted like a radish just pulled out of the ground. He clenched his fists and took several deep breaths. "Feixu, didn't I just order a few dishes? Beijing cuisine is about the cooking time, and there are still a few dishes that haven't been served. If you come back and sit down with me and eat slowly, I will let bygones be bygones." It seems that my mentality has been adjusted. Flying catkins stole a glance at Li Qingcha, Li Qingcha shook his head calmly and complained: "This guy is so stupid in pretending to be cool. What's the point of 'Beijing cuisine is the timing of the fire'? It's just like a child imitating an adult poorly." The worst online fiction routine is better than this. She lowered her voice, but not completely. Everyone present heard it clearly. puff- I don't know who couldn't hold it back and laughed out loud. From the direction it came from, it seemed to be someone among Ji Cheng's bodyguards. They have a traitor in their midst. Ji Cheng's expression became even uglier than before, and he stared at Li Qingcha like a tiger waiting to devour its prey. "Li Qingcha, you...I...you..." I was so angry that I couldn't even finish my words. Li Qingcha smiled, "Are you here to quarrel with me?" "So what?" "Then let me tell you, quarreling is about two things: one, who has the loudest voice; two, who can make the other person feel more uncomfortable with what they say. So I say you are a child, trying to act cool in a quarrel." Yicui Tower fell silent. Everyone nodded silently, and they all felt that what Li Qingcha said made some sense. Li Qingcha stretched lazily. "Okay, Ji Cheng, you're nothing, you can't even pretend properly, why are you still staying here? Get out of here!" Ji Cheng was a young man after all, and he didn't get angry at the words. He knew that if he continued to argue with Li Qingcha verbally, it would only make him more embarrassed, so he decided to use force. He turned around and ordered the servants, "Smash it!" Unable to provoke with words, violence began to occur. The servants were ready to go. Li Qingcha coughed lightly.
"Well, let me remind you that this is the imperial city, not a small county town far away from the emperor. You can smash, loot and burn things, but what about your old father in the palace?" What a damned old father without any balls... How can you have a son without eggs? In a word, he hit Ji Cheng's sore spot directly, completely disregarding the principle of "don't hit people in the face, and don't expose their shortcomings when scolding them." The thugs had to try hard to hold back their laughter. Ji Cheng: "!@#*￥%..." Li Qingcha shrugged at Ji Cheng. "You can fight me, at worst I can go to the academy to get help." Princess Sirou said that Daxia would not rule the country with servants, so eunuchs should stand aside. Besides, Ji Ji was only the general manager of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and his power was not that great. He was definitely not qualified to compete with the White Egret Academy that all Confucian scholars yearned for. I just don’t know what kind of weird expression Wei Xian would have when he heard that they were going to help the brothel. Ji Cheng looked at Li Qingcha as if he were looking at a monster. The most common thing among the dude boys is to compete with each other for the father, but those Confucian scholars should disdain to use this trick. Li Qingcha was good at using it, and he used it very directly. Go to the academy to ask for help or something... Isn't this a blatant threat? Ji Cheng looked around and found that the servants were all looking at him. He smiled bitterly, and suddenly felt that he was really a child in front of Li Qingcha, as powerless as a child. But being used to being domineering has become a double-edged sword. At this point, he had no way to retreat. otherwise, Where to put the face? Do you want to continue mixing in the future? How will these servants look at me in the future? Ji Cheng didn't dare to imagine it, because once he thought about it, he couldn't help but shiver all over. He would be covered in cold sweat and his hands and feet would be cold in the hot summer. His eyes swept across Li Qingcha, and then lingered on Feixu. "Li Qingcha, do you think you won?" Li Qingcha frowned and said nothing.
Ji Cheng said, "I'll take care of all the girls in Yicui Tower today." As he said this, he turned around. "Every one of you has a share." These words were spoken to the servants. Li Qingcha clearly felt the catkins around her tremble slightly, because the wine pot in her hand made a crisp sound. "Afraid?" Li Qingcha asked. Feixu shook her head. "angry." "What a nice girl." "..." Feixu lowered his head and glanced at Li Qingcha from the corner of his eye. "Why flirt if you don't sleep?" Li Qingcha: ￣□￣｜｜ At times like this, I can only pretend I didn't hear it. It’s not that she doesn’t want to sleep, but that she can’t sleep. If they really get into the same bed, it’s hard to tell who will sleep with whom. (Why does it sound like a tongue twister...) Ji Cheng on the other side saw that Li Qingcha had not fought back for a long time, and thought that he had hit Li Qingcha's weak spot. With excitement flashing in his eyes, he fired like a machine gun: "Li Qingcha, I have a lot of people here, there should be more than the girls in Yicui Tower, right?" "Haha, Yicuilou is open for business, so we won't refuse customers, right? But it doesn't matter if we refuse. At worst, I won't come and let these servants come. Can you tell which is which?" "Oh, yeah, and your Michun Pills, I'll have my servants use them all to help with the fun." …… Ji Cheng seemed a little crazy. Li Qingcha looked at him coldly. Right, this is what a dandy boy looks like. She put her fingers on her lips, making a gesture of silence. The Yicui Tower suddenly became quiet. "Ji Cheng, do you dare to take responsibility for every word you just said?" Word by word,
These words seemed to cast a layer of frost over everyone's heart. The first time Ji Cheng saw Li Qingcha put aside his cynicism, he couldn't help but be slightly stunned. When he looked over again, he found that the other person's entire temperament had changed. Although the ninth rank of the Demon Sect is not very powerful, it is enough to create pressure on ordinary people. Li Qingcha said: "Let me ask you again, do you dare to take responsibility for every word you just said?" Ji Cheng: “…” "Do you dare?"