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Chapter 0020 The sword is given to the beauty(2/2)

Chen Yanjun saw at a glance that the princess wanted to watch a show, but now he continues to make money and produce movies.

"Can I ask what the specific rewards are?"

"Be bold!"

Huo Longwei shouted subconsciously.

Li Chan didn't care and said with a smile:

"Wonderful words astound those in high places, and swords are given to beauties."

The beauty refers to Mr. Chen, which echoes the self in the high seat, how wonderful!

Qiu Zhuo held her forehead, thinking that it was so shameless for the princess to call a man a beauty...

At this moment, seeing the Zhang family suddenly downcast, Li Chan quickly added politically correctly:

"Of course... both gentlemen are the same. Whoever can compose a stunning quatrain that impresses me, this sword will be given to him."

After saying that, he took out a five-foot long sword with a scarlet scabbard.

Huo Longwei quickly reminded her:

"Princess, this is..."

Even Qiu Zhuo was surprised.

Li Chan waved her hand.

"It doesn't matter."

Chen Yanjun could not see how extraordinary this sword was, but Huo Longwei reminded it so that it seemed very valuable.

What also surprised Chen Yanjun was that this troubled Princess Ping An was not bad at poetry.

A wonderful word will astonish the person sitting in the high seat, and the sword will be given to the beautiful woman. It means that if there is a wonderful sentence that makes the person sitting in the high seat marvel and recite it, the sword will be given to him.

It's not very neat, but it's okay.

Thinking about it in his heart, Chen Yanjun looked at the princess's sword respectfully.

"Since the princess is so elegant, Chen would rather be respectful than obey her orders."

At this time, two of the Zhang family's retinues also found a Confucian master.

He was actually a fourth-grade Confucian scholar and a scholar in the imperial court—

Liu Juzheng!

Chen Yanjun turned around and saw a middle-aged scholar in white clothes, drunkenly, swaying step by step, being helped across the threshold by a young and beautiful brothel woman.

The middle-aged man drooped his drunken eyes and took a closer look. The hall was full of beauties.
Chapter completed!
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