Smuggler of Two Worlds

“Why? No? Aiya, Noble Son His Highness, you see, I’m really busy, can I participate in the poem meeting… I’m not good, so let me Participate as much as possible. If you really can’t go, there is no way.”

Jiang Fan is quite a pity, and immediately said with embarrassment.

Prince of Wu Noble Son just remembered that Jiang Fan in front of him was willing to sell his poems to Qian Rushan at the price of Hundred Thousand String Coins.

The style of behavior that ordinary scholars should have cannot be applied to Jiang Fan at all.

Some did not know whether to cry or laugh, but opened the mouth and said: “Some, yes, poetry will be selected when the time comes, and it is considered the best work that night, You can get a reward of Hundred Thousand String Coins, I don’t know Young Master Jiang…do you think it’s okay?”

“Ah? There is a reward? Then it’s okay! To be honest, recite poetry and verse this This kind of thing is really boring if I just think about it by myself. I have long wanted to learn from others. Noble Son His Highness Don’t worry, I will definitely participate in this poem meeting! I’m sure to please you.”

Jiang Fan’s eyes lit up, and he immediately patted his chest.

The appearance of such a marketer made the Prince of Wu Noble Son speechless for a while.

You are a talented person… Can you not express the cliffs a little more? !

What the hell is going on with such a strong trend of small people in the market!

“cough cough, ok, then I am waiting for Young Master Jiang to come. The poem club still has something to prepare. Young Master Jiang will continue to play in the park first, and we will be all ready. Someone will come to invite you.”

Prince of Wu Noble Son coughed dryly. While speaking, he bowed his hand towards Jiang Fan before turning and leaving.

Until I turned a corner and couldn’t see the three of Jiang Fan, the old man who had been following the Prince of Wu Noble Son finally couldn’t help but ask: “Noble Son His Highness , Tonight’s poem meeting…isn’t it a normal poem to enjoy the moon? I don’t remember the selection and rewards.”

Prince of Wu Noble Son glanced at the old man, helplessly said: “It was true before…but now there is.”

“Huh? Why?”

The old man was surprised.

“Why? How do I know why? Okay, let’s prepare, time is almost up, you guys will be judges for tonight’s poem meeting.”

Prince of Wu Noble Son rolled his eyes and said.

At this time, Jiang Fan looked like an elated face, thinking in his heart that it would be so easy to make money by selling poems, so why at first, why bother to resell gold and copper?

Also let Shen Meng add favors. It’s really not worthwhile. It’s a loss…

“Big Brother Jiang Fan, just now…that poem, you can go back Can’t you write it to me specifically?”

Thinking about it, Lin Wanqing on the side suddenly asked.

Jiang Fan turned his head in amazement and saw that Lin Wanqing’s originally slightly confused expression had returned to normal, and his two big eyes had become more agile again, and he couldn’t help but look suspicious: “Wanqing, you are okay. What happened just now? I missed a man?”

The red tide that just receded on Lin Wanqing’s face resurfaced again with Jiang Fan’s words.

Some gnashing teeth stretched out their hands and pinched Jiang Fan’s waist. At Jiang Fan’s screams, he said bitterly: “I miss you a ghost! Remember! Go back and give it to me again. Write that poem again!”

“Just kidding…Besides, I just said you want a man, but I didn’t say you miss me. Can we make some sense?”

Jiang Fan looked wronged.

“Do you still say?”

Lin Wanqing has to continue to pinch as a gesture.

Jiang Fan was taken aback, and hurriedly changed the subject and said, “Which one do I want to write?”

“It’s just that… !”

Lin Wanqing said a little shyly.

“Okay, okay, got it, really… can’t you be as gentle as your elder sister? I don’t know the severity of the action, I must be pinched.”

Jiang Fan murmured.

“What did you say?!”

“No…nothing, life is so good, but you are so irritable, it’s not good, it’s not good. Let’s keep playing, don’t be good It’s easy to come to Fujiang Gardens, but I don’t see anything in confusion. It’s not a loss.”

Jiang Fan has a strong desire to survive and continues to divert the topic.

Lin Wanqing is facing Jiang Fan snorted, which looks quite proud and looks around.

He didn’t say a word all the time, but Tieniu, who was guarding behind them silently, gave a thumbs up to Jiang Fan.

In the next little one hour, Lin Wanqing swept away the previous trance, and the whole person played in Fujiang Gardens.

Although Jiang Fan’s view of the scenery in the park, there is really nothing surprising.

In the world of the information explosion, even the most ordinary low-level old common people, the vision is not comparable to the so-called wealthy and expensive people of this World.

But for Lin Wanqing, it was really a shocking experience.

So that under the little girl temperament, no matter what scenery you see, you can’t help but admire it.

Until some servants in the park came in, saying that the poem meeting was about to begin, and when Jiang Fan was invited to move to the place where the poem meeting was held in the park, Lin Wanqing had to be reluctant. The end of his tour.

Obviously, as the poem meeting is about to begin, all the people visiting in the entire Fujiang Gardens began to gather towards the same place.

When Jiang Fan and the three came to the place where the poem meeting was held, hundreds of people were already seated in the open space of the Norwegian Garden.

Two rows of long tables are lined up side by side, and there are several long tables horizontally at the top of the table. Those are the seats of the Prince of Wu Noble Son and the masters who are responsible for tasting poetry.

The seats for everyone are not designated, so those who arrived early have already been close to the place of Prince of Wu Noble Son and the masters, and are full of seats.

When the three Jiang Fan arrived, the two rows of long tables had only the tail position left. They were planning to find a place to sit at will, and suddenly they found someone beckoning to him.

I fixed my eyes, but it was Qian Rushan.

With a slight heart movement, Jiang Fan suddenly thought of the question about wine sales partners that he considered before… Isn’t Qian Rushan the perfect answer?

I walked over with Lin Wanqing and Tieniu, and sat down beside Qian Rushan. Jiang Fan smiled and asked, “Why is Young Master Qian sitting so back? How can this position be Prince of Wu Noble Son see?”

“No way, those scholars don’t wait to see me as a merchant. If you sit too far forward, you might be targeted. Besides, the reason why I am today It has nothing to do with Noble Son. If you want to see Noble Son, you can watch it anytime? But Great Expert Yun, who will come to the poem meeting tonight, will not be able to see it in leisure time.”

Qian Rushan said mysteriously.

“Great Expert Yun? Who?”

Jiang Fan noticed that when Qian Rushan mentioned Prince of Wu Noble Son, his tone was rather casual, but he was more concerned about the new I heard this title.

“hehe, Great Expert Yun hasn’t arrived yet, let me sell it first, wait a while for Great Expert Yun to come, you will know.”

Qian Rushan’s smile, How wretched it is.