Red Dust Daqian

Zhou Sen lived up to everyone's expectations and his poems once again shocked everyone in Baihua Garden.

The King of Chu looked at Zhou Sen in the competition area thoughtfully, thinking that he had underestimated this little Taoist priest. He wrote three poems a day, and sang the best in the literary world of Daqian. Such talents must not leave Jiangxia Prefecture. The King of Chu directly ordered the guards to bring the Taoist priest here after the poetry competition.

Without a doubt, without much thought, Yuwen Zhonglan and the judges unanimously named "Magpie Bridge Fairy: The Clouds Playing Cleverly" as the best poem of the entire event. Taoist Zhang Mumu was the champion of this Qixi Poetry Competition, Ouyang Zongren was second, and Li Qinwei was third. These three were the winners of the poetry competition.

Ouyang Zongxin was quite dissatisfied. He ran to Ouyang Zongren and ignoring the crowd who were congratulating him for winning the second place, he cursed him: "You useless piece of trash! You actually lost to an unknown Taoist priest. How dare you brag about winning the top three prizes? I don't think you deserve to be the top prize." Ouyang Zongren seemed to be used to Ouyang Zongxin's insults. He dared not say anything and made the crowd who were congratulating him extremely embarrassed.

In order to avoid embarrassment and show his magnanimity, Ouyang Zongren came to Zhou Sen and congratulated him, saying: "Master, what a good poem. This poem can be regarded as a masterpiece of all ages. Zongren deserves to lose. It is also an honor for Zongren to lose to such a poem." Zhou Sen didn't know whether he was sincere or not. Since someone came to congratulate him, he could only return the gift and thank him.

Ouyang Zongxin originally wanted to follow and continue the provocation, but he was directly squeezed out by fellow poets who were congratulating Zhou Sen for winning the first prize, so he had to give up.

At this time, whether it was his friend Li Qinwei or his former competitors, they all expressed their sincere admiration for Zhou Sen and congratulated him on winning the first prize of the poetry competition, using various flatteries such as rare once in a century, a masterpiece of all ages, a genius of ten thousand years, and the immortal poet of Daqian.

Zhou Sen was flattered by the photo, but he didn't forget himself. Zhou Sen said modestly to everyone: "Thank you for your praise, it's just a coincidence. I think Ouyang Zongren and Li Qinwei's poetry attainments are not inferior to mine." After hearing what Zhou Sen said, the two hurriedly declined and said they were ashamed and unworthy. Zhou Sen felt a little guilty, because their level was not only not inferior to Zhou Sen, but was more than a hundred times better. Fortunately, he didn't let the contestants comment on each other's poetry, otherwise Zhou Sen would be completely exposed.

The poetry competition was over, and there was no longer anyone blocking the way between the Hundred Flowers Garden viewing area and the competition area. The ceremonial audience invited to the Hundred Flowers Garden crowded from the viewing area to the competition area, all wanting to see the poet who wrote three masterpieces in one day.

When I watched him from a distance in the viewing area, I only knew that he was wearing a Taoist robe and must be a Taoist priest, but I couldn't see his face clearly. When I came to the competition area to watch him closely, I was quite moved. This Taoist priest was so young and handsome, obviously only about 20 years old, but he could write such a wonderful and emotionally perfect poem, which was far beyond my imagination.

What kind of joy and sorrow did this Taoist experience? His emotional experience is so rich! Is this the legendary young and mature? Ten thousand unexpected and incomprehensible, Taoist, young, three poems with different styles, how did this yellow-haired Taoist do it? If you separate the poems from the person, no one can associate these three poems with the hands of this young Taoist.

Despite their feelings, the male spectators who came to the viewing area did not forget to compliment and admire Zhou Sen in various ways.

The female audience was a little exaggerated. Seeing that the champion of the poetry competition who could write three touching poems was so young and handsome, they couldn't control themselves. They didn't care whether he was a Taoist priest or not, as long as he was a man, they called Zhou Sen "husband" and "husband". Some of the bolder ones even touched Zhou Sen. I'm afraid they would have taken off their clothes if it was a closed place. Someone took the lead in touching Zhou Sen, and other female audiences were not willing to be inferior to him. They swarmed up and pounced on Zhou Sen.

Unexpectedly, the women of Daqian were so fierce. Zhou Sen was completely overwhelmed and was pushed to the ground. Fortunately, Xiangcao came like a fairy. The female Taoist priest had no scruples and took action directly, pulling away the female fans who were caressing and hugging Zhou Sen one by one. It took a lot of effort to rescue Zhou Sen. The female audience refused to give up, so Xiangcao had no choice but to pull Zhou Sen and flee madly.

The female fans were chasing after him. In a hurry, the two of them ran into a room, quickly closed the door, and pressed against it tightly. In the small room, the two of them panted and leaned against the door. Zhou Sen glanced at each other inadvertently, and was stunned. The room was dark, and Vanilla was sweating slightly, her cheeks were slightly red, her breathing was rapid, and her chest was heaving. He had always been deeply in love with Vanilla, but at this moment he fell into the abyss.

Vanilla didn't notice Zhou Sen's reaction yet, and said sourly: "I'm with you every day, but I never thought you were special. I didn't expect that you would be so popular with girls. It seems that I didn't know the value of a good person." Zhou Sen stared at Vanilla, breathing heavily, and the atmosphere became more and more ambiguous.

Xiangcao saw Zhou Sen's abnormality and dared not look into his eyes. She lowered her head and saw a small tent erected in Zhou Sen's lower body. Her face instantly turned red with shame. Zhou Sen could no longer control himself. He hugged Xiangcao's head and kissed her mouth fiercely.

Vanilla was shocked by this sudden kiss and was at a loss for a moment. After being intoxicated for a moment, Vanilla controlled her emotions and hurriedly pushed Zhou Sen away, fearing that if she continued to kiss him, she would lose control, as there were thousands of troops knocking on the door outside.

In order to calm Zhou Sen down, Xiangcao slapped him without thinking and scolded him, "Zhang Mumu, calm down. I am your senior sister, not one of those girls out there. I am not your wife yet, so don't be frivolous with me."

Zhou Sen was awakened by a slap, or maybe he was awake at all. Zhou Sen shamelessly said to Xiangcao: "Senior sister, how could you think I was frivolous with you? I really love you, but I have been suppressing it for too long. I just lost control just now. What do other girls out there have to do with you and me? No matter how many girls there are, they are not as important as my sister in my heart."

Although Vanilla felt sweet in her heart, she still pretended to be angry and said, "You are so slick. I don't have time to punish you now. These women look gentle, but I didn't expect them to be so scary when they go crazy. Hurry up and think about how to avoid these women. Otherwise, let's go find a window and climb out to leave the Hundred Flowers Garden."

Zhou Sen shook his head and said, "Sister, we can't leave yet. If we leave now, all our efforts will be wasted. We haven't received the Huaxi Order from Huaxi Tower yet, and there is still the award ceremony. We haven't received the Golden Buddha yet, and the Glazed Wolf hasn't been sent out yet, so the purpose of the publicity hasn't been achieved yet."