The Creator God of Fast Transmigration Wants to Die

Chapter 89 Proclaiming Emperor 21 (Poetry Club)
What use do you want!

Shenmeng's gaze shifted to Mo Qingan, Mo Qingan looked at her, tightened his hand on the wheelchair, and finally said helplessly, "I have no money."

"It's the last one."

Can you be a little coquettish when you borrow money?
Mo Qing'an didn't speak, and pushed the wheelchair forward. Everyone made way for him. He looked at the boss. The boss understood and took some money.

So in Shenmeng's slightly surprised eyes, Mo Qing'an not only won back his capital, but also made some money.

Looking at Shenmeng, his hands itch even more.

At this moment, Chu Xiansi pulled Shenmeng by the collar at the back of her neck and dragged her out.

Mo Qing'an didn't turn around, only feeling the two of them out of the gambling house before slowly pushing the wheelchair and turning around.

The figure of the two has disappeared.

His Majesty didn't wait, he could understand, he was probably a little angry.

Not because of her.

because of him.

He didn't have much words with her, but His Majesty was still annoyed.

Emperor Tianyuan was moody, it was normal to get angry from time to time, what was abnormal was because of this anger.

After a long silence, the young man pushed the wheelchair up to Lanfeng Building.

This is the highest place in the city, ordinary people can't get in, and they can see the scenery in the city clearly.

Shenmeng didn't care whether Chu Xiansi was angry or happy, she just played with herself when she was out of the gambling house, and bought a lot of gadgets with the money Mo Qingan won.

It is the first time for Shenmeng to come to the ancient world. Although the fantasy world is similar, there will always be differences. Before that, there were not many people who came out of Tantai's house, and they didn't come out after entering the palace. This time, I saw a lot of things and felt quite novel. .

At sunset, there are more people on the street.

There was a lantern and poetry festival during the Lantern Festival. Shenmeng didn't want to go back yet, so she joined in the fun.

She dragged Chu Xiansi to buy a lantern, and went to the river with the crowd. Chu Xiansi's ordinary face was icy cold, but there was a trace of helplessness in her eyes.

Shenmeng borrowed a pen and handed it to Chu Xiansi, "I heard that my wish will come true if I put it down. Try it."

"Children only believe it." With a sarcasm in his mouth, Chu Xiansi took the pen and didn't write a word for a long time.

"Sincerity leads to spirit, you may as well think about it carefully." Shenmeng smiled.

Chu Xiansi didn't know why she saw a gentle smile on her face, like a mother.

Without hesitation, Chu Xiansi wrote a few words.

Shenmeng approached, but he held it up high, not showing it to her.

Shenmeng didn't insist either, she could actually see it, but Chu Xiansi didn't want him to see it, so she didn't.

I originally thought that if I saw her, I could help you realize it.

"What did you write?" Chu Xiansi looked curiously at the words she wrote that she didn't recognize.

"Don't tell you."

She wrote that she hoped that Lapesis could live well in the new world.

Among all the gods, only he is worthy of his wish.

The two put the lanterns into the river. Shenmeng exerted a little force, and the two lanterns disappeared after a while. He returned the pen to the man, thanked him, and took Chu Xiansi to the poetry meeting.

At this time, a crowd of people gathered under the stage of the Poetry Club. I heard that the first place could get a hundred taels of silver. The poor scholars were all excited, and the wealthy people came to join in the fun.

Shenmeng came here to read a lot of books, and she was also full of confidence at this time, Chu Xiansi saw a little confidence in her usually calm brows and eyes, her heart moved slightly, and she squeezed her hand tightly.

Shenmeng looked down, and Chu Xiansi explained: "There are too many people, so don't get lost with Gu, Aifei."

Oh forget it.

The two gently squeezed forward. I heard that it has already started for a while. The questions are all in that frame. There are many questions. If you want to come up to challenge, you can draw questions. As long as you answer ten questions correctly, you can proceed to the next round. third person.

Some of the questions were written by the organizer of the poetry festival himself, and some were written by ancient people or famous people now. The questions written by himself are similar to the corresponding ones, and the answers need to be precise.

This person answered about five questions correctly. After coming down, a bunch of people were eager to try. Shen Meng relied on his good skills and pulled Chu Xiansi up.

"Only one person can come up at a time."

"We are husband and wife, can't we?"

Chu Xiansi's eyes moved slightly when she heard her say that, but she didn't speak.

The man didn't object when he saw this, and he didn't want to make everyone unhappy on this day.

Shenmeng got the first question.

Jinse has fifty strings for no reason.

Answer the questions immediately, thinking about the year with one string and one column.

The woman's hair reached her ankles, and although she looked plain, her voice was extremely pleasant.

Shenmeng secretly whispered in Chu Xiansi's ear, "Is that why you got your name?"

Chu Xiansi's eyes suddenly turned cold, as if he had thought of something, he squeezed Shenmeng's hand extra hard, if it was the neck, the strength could definitely strangle her to death.

"No."

For a while, he said.

　This poem is "Jinse" by Li Shangyin.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)