Chapter 855 Xun Xun, You Heard It All

Nan Xun's hand hurt a little, and the big palm that was holding her loosely became tighter and tighter.

"Master." Nan Xun called out in a low voice.

Hearing this voice, the dark-faced and somewhat absent-minded Mencius Yi suddenly regained his senses, and the clenched palm also suddenly loosened, and for a moment, a trace of embarrassment flashed across his face.

"Nothing, let's go." Meng Ziyi said lightly.

Nan Xun snorted, and he grabbed his hand and went elsewhere. Before leaving, he could still hear the gossip of the two.

"I don't think that Fang is like this kind of person who wants to die for women, otherwise he can come to this chrysanthemum conference?"

"I heard that Mr. Fang has found a woman with three-pointed eyebrows and eyes that looks like that beautiful maid, and wants him to empathize, hehe, the more Fang raised the woman with similar eyebrows and eyes to make a room, and turned the phoenix a few times, this lovesickness. The disease is cured, after all, it’s still romantic by nature, so don’t pretend to be infatuated, the more elegant he is than us…”

Nan Xun was afraid that the two of them would say something non-existent, and the pace was quicker, but he did not expect that when he heard the halfway, Meng Ziyi exerted a little strength in his hand, and actually pulled her to slow down, so the man said something later. Both heard clearly.

Uh, Nan Xun has heard these words that belittle Fang Yue.

Meng Ziyi suddenly let out a light snort and said coldly, "Xun Xun, did you hear it?"

"I heard, Master, you said that the person who harmed Mr. Fang with lovesickness should be me, right? I have only been with Mr. Fang for a few days, and the number of daily exchanges is not too much. No matter what, how could he treat me..."

Meng Ziyi pursed his thin lips, feeling depressed because the stupid little Hualing didn't pay attention to the main point, he vaguely reminded: "This person is empathetic when he talks about empathy. It seems that he is devoted, but he is actually passionate."

Nan Xun nodded in a concerned manner, "Actually, the moment I saw him, I was still considering whether to choose him for a while. After all, Mr. Fang is quite handsome and has a good character. But now that I think about it, it's still considered. Come on, I don't dare to provoke those who are really affectionate, and I feel a little disgusted with those who are so affectionate, alas... I'm so troubled, Master, it seems that I can't send the spring breeze for a while."

When Meng Ziyi heard the previous sentence, he thought to himself: As expected, she really had this idea.

His eyebrows sank in an instant, and the frost that could not be dispersed was condensed.

After listening to the latter sentence, the frost between the eyebrows and eyes dissipated a lot, but it was still heart-pounding.

Meng Ziyi suddenly thought of something, his expression stiffened, and he couldn't help laughing at himself.

What is he doing?

what are you doing...

"Master, there are a lot of people writing poems, it's very lively there. Master, let's go and see!"

Meng Ziyi lowered his eyebrows and hummed lightly, "Then go take a look."

As soon as the two walked there, they heard someone applauding.

The poems about chrysanthemums written by those young talents will be hung for everyone to appreciate. A chrysanthemum poem that has just been hung up won unanimous praise.

Not long after, there were more and more young talents who wrote poems, and many of them actually mentioned the legendary chrysanthemum fairy.

What is "the chrysanthemum is beautiful, the fairy falls into a dream", what "watches a hundred chrysanthemums every day, invites the chrysanthemum fairy every night", but he insists on mentioning this fairy without any literary talent.

It is said that the chrysanthemum boy was not particularly talented last year. Gein mentioned his admiration for the chrysanthemum fairy in his poems, and he was elegant, so he defeated several other outstanding talents. Man, was successfully elected Chrysanthemum Boy.

When Fang Yue saw the chrysanthemum poem that had just been hung up, he suddenly became inspired, he took up the pen on the table and wrote one.

When this song was hung up, everyone applauded, "Wonderful, wonderful!"

"This and the poem just now are the two best ones I've done here!"

According to the usual practice, everyone selected the five best literary works, and then selected one among the five young talents for the second round of screening.

The second round of the election was really strange. Five people picked a golden chrysanthemum at random, and then counted the petals. If it was an even number, it would be lost, and if it was an odd number, it would be the chrysanthemum boy chosen by the chrysanthemum fairy.

"This method is so strange. Since it is just picking one, how can we guarantee that only one of the petals of these chrysanthemums is singular?" Nan Xun muttered.

More than Nanxun, many people who come here from other places have this question.

The person in charge of Jinxiang City smiled and said, "Just look at it, there must be only one of the five chrysanthemums with odd petals, and the person who picks the chrysanthemum with odd petals is the one chosen by the chrysanthemum fairy."

Everyone was dubious.

After some selection, the five people with the best literary talent were selected. These five people were all good-looking, especially Fang Yue and a talented person named Zhu.

Nan Xun whispered to Meng Ziyi: "They are not as good-looking as Master."

Meng Ziyi didn't know what he was thinking, but he didn't answer.

Nan Xun glanced at him secretly, and seeing that he was thinking seriously about things, he didn't bother him anymore, and stretched his neck to look at it.

Each of the five picked a golden chrysanthemum and handed it over to the maid.

After the final result came out, everyone was amazed that only one person picked the odd number of chrysanthemum petals!

This person is Fang Yue.

This is not the weirdest, because everyone has three chances, and each time, the chrysanthemum petals that Fang Yue picked are odd.

It can be said to be a coincidence once, and it is the same three times, which is a bit weird.

"It's incredible, is it really the chrysanthemum fairy who is choosing people!"

"This young master Fang is indeed the best in both literary talent and looks. This chrysanthemum boy deserves it. Fairy chrysanthemum has a good eye!"

"It's too coincidental, either someone is cheating, or the chrysanthemum fairy is really picking people..."

"It's impossible to cheat, I just stared at that servant girl when she counted the petals of the chrysanthemum. That's right, it's the odd number, it's all three times!" one person said loudly.

"My God, is there really a chrysanthemum fairy?"

Nan Xun looked at Mencius Ziyi, and slapped his fingers playfully on the back of his hand, "Master, what do you think?"

Meng Ziyi finally lost his mind, he paused, and said, "I smelled a faint demonic aura just now, it's the flower demon."

Nan Xun was not surprised at all, and said with a chuckle: "Master, you are not allowed to pull out that flower demon now, I still want to watch a good show at night."

Meng Ziyi tilted his head and stared at her with a pair of dark eyes, which seemed to be filled with a hint of tenderness, "...Okay."

"I knew that the master is the best!" Nan Xun was no longer satisfied with holding hands, he took his arm, and the head under the veil of the bamboo hat leaned over, and the hat was squeezed to the side, no matter what, his head rubbed against his shoulder. , a look that is particularly dependent on intimacy.

Meng Ziyi froze for a moment, then slowly relaxed.