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"Miss Li, I've finally convinced you, you win."

"I will never leave here until the Jinling Poetry Club officially ends."

"If you need anything next, just tell me."

"Do you think this will work?"

After Li Qingzhao heard this, he slowly turned his head.

When looking at Zhao Ji, his face suddenly smiled.

In an instant, Zhao Ji felt like he had been deceived.

But at this time, it was already impossible for Zhao Ji to regret it.

So he sighed frequently and picked up the wine bowl placed in front of him, and took a big sip:

"Miss Li, tell me. Don't be polite to me."

"What do you want me to do in the next Jinling Poetry Festival?"

Li Qingzhao slowly stretched out his chopsticks and gently picked at the plate of dishes in front of him:

"Actually, the main purpose of the little lady asking the officials to come here this time is to let the officials help me get rid of those people that the little girl hates in advance."

"And some are left behind, those who are handsome, knowledgeable, have good family backgrounds, and are tall..."

Zhao Ji suddenly stretched out his hand and gestured to Li Qingzhao:

"I'm telling you, Miss Li, you should stop using parallelism."

"To put it simply, isn't it Miss Li that you want to find a rich and handsome man?"

"I understand, I understand!"

"At the moment, my role in your heart, Miss Li, is like the rake that holds the grass."

"The purpose is to get rid of all the miscellaneous things for you, Miss Li, and keep the best ones, right?"

Li Qingzhao smiled sweetly:

"It's not rough words, that's exactly what it means."

Zhao Ji nodded slowly, his eyes full of deep thought.

I don’t know how long it took, but Zhao Ji suddenly said:

"But when the time comes, how will I eliminate those people you don't like, Miss Li?"

"But you can't let me do it directly, right?"

Li Qingzhao pouted:

"I don't care about that. Those are things you need to consider."

"If the officials really want to take action at that time, as long as they are not afraid of affecting your reputation."

Zhao Ji frequently smiled bitterly:

"Never mind."

"Then in what capacity should I appear by your side then?"

Li Qingzhao frowned slightly, and at the same time, he gently tapped the side of his forehead with his right index finger.

After thinking for a long time:

"This is..."

"Otherwise, the official family can accompany the little girl as my scholar's servant."

Zhao Ji nodded unhappily:

"Okay, thank you girl you can think of it."

At this point, Zhao Ji and the two have finished discussing this matter.

The next morning.

Zhao Ji hadn't woken up yet when he heard knocks on the door one after another from outside the guest room:

"Mr. Zhao, may I ask you, are you awake?"

"Master Zhao?"

Zhao Ji, who was lying on the bed, slowly opened his eyes, and then shook his somewhat groggy head.

When he looked at the door, his face was full of helplessness:

"Okay, okay, Miss Li, don't knock any more, I'll get up right now."

When Zhao Ji wandered to the door, he opened the two wooden doors lazily.

Li Qingzhao, dressed in new clothes, appeared in front of him.

Li Qingzhao's dress today is very different from the past.

The light red warm cotton sweater that she usually wore was now replaced by a pink one.

At the same time, a large peony flower was sewn on the chest and abdomen of this gorgeous pink cotton shirt with extremely delicate techniques.

The color of the peony flower is extremely gorgeous.

The appearance is also extremely realistic.

Looking from a distance, it seems like you can smell the gentle fragrance of flowers.

As for this woman's face, it seemed that she had put on extremely delicate makeup today.

Between the eyebrows, there is a charming charm.

The small mouth of the cherry seems to be more bright and attractive today than in the past.

It's so white and rosy, yet slightly pink.

After Zhao Ji watched it for a long time, he would have the urge to taste it himself.

As for the floral decorations on the head, there are many more than before.

There are silver hairpins with tassels and hair accessories inlaid with pearls.

The whole person gives people a fresh, beautiful, sophisticated and lively image.

Perhaps at this time, Zhao Ji's eyes were too fiery.

After a while, Li Qingzhao looked at Li Qingzhao, who was standing at the door in full dress, and his face turned red. His teeth clasped his lips tightly:

"you……"

"Guan Jia, you, what are you looking at?"

"Hurry up and finish washing up, then go out with the little girl."

"If we delay a little longer, it will be too late."

Zhao Ji glanced at the other party angrily:

"How?"

"When you think about finding your ideal lover soon, you are so impatient, aren't you?"

"Really..."

"A big girl doesn't know how to be shy and restrained."

But as soon as Zhao Ji finished speaking, he suddenly felt pain in his arm.

It was Li Qingzhao who stretched out his little hand and pinched it directly.

Zhao Ji twisted his arm several times, and then Li Qingzhao took back his vicious hand:

"Stop being so nagging, hurry up and come with me."

When Zhao Ji and Li Qingzhao rushed to Jinling Market in big strides.

But I found that at this time, there was no longer the scene of hawking along the street in the past.

There are, but only countless, young men and women dressed as writers and elegant scholars.

The clothing of the male scribes was almost similar, with only slight differences in the color stripes of their clothes.

What about those women?

But just like Li Qingzhao just now, they are all wearing bright clothes.

And there was also a light make-up on the face.

All of them had beady heads and smiling faces, but Zhao Ji, who was used to seeing many beauties, showed a look of admiration on his face.

Not long after Zhao Ji and Li Qingzhao appeared here, dozens of literati and scholars came from all directions.

When everyone came to Li Qingzhao, they would say something with great admiration:

"A long time ago, I heard about the name of the most talented woman in Aurous Hill."

"I never thought that we would meet each other today. I am really lucky."

And Li Qingzhao's attitude towards those he admired was more humble and courteous than when he treated Zhao Ji:

"Don't dare, don't dare."

"Those are just random names given to little girls by some good people in the scribes circle."

"A little girl should never take this on."

The more Zhao Ji and Li Qingzhao took a step toward the middle, the more eyes gathered around them.

Until Li Qingzhao and Zhao Ji slowly arrived at the center of the market.

Thousands of scholars and talented women gathered around.

It was obvious that Li Qingzhao was still regarded as the absolute protagonist of this poetry meeting.