Chapter 855: Hey, you have heard it.

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Nancy's hand hurts a bit, and the big palm that originally held her loosely does not know when it gets tighter.
"Master." Nan Hao screamed low.
Hearing this voice, Meng Ziyi, who had a black face and some disappointment, suddenly returned to God, and the big palm that was tightened suddenly became loose. For a moment, his face flew past a trace of embarrassment.
"Nothing, let's go." Meng Ziyi said faintly.
Nanxun snorted, and he grabbed his hand and went to another place. He could hear the gossip of the two before he left.
"I don't think the other side is like this kind of person who wants to die for a woman to die. Otherwise, can he come to participate in this chrysanthemum meeting?" "I heard that the old man found a woman with a trident like a beautiful woman, thinking Let him empathize, huh, huh, the more the woman raises the eyebrow-like woman to make a pass room, bumping down the phoenix a few times, this lovesickness turned out to be just fine, in the end it is still intrinsic, so why do you pretend to be infatuated?
If you are a lang, the more he is, the more elegant he is than we are..."
Nanxun was afraid that the two of them would say something that was nothing, and the pace was faster, but they did not expect that when they heard the halfway, Meng Ziyi’s hand made a slight effort to actually pull her down, so the man said something behind him. Both of them heard it clearly.
Hey, these are the words of the lower side, and Nanxun has heard it.
Meng Ziyi suddenly whispered, and said coolly, "Hey, have you heard that?"
"I heard, Master, you said that the person who is guilty of the disease will not be me? I have been with the Fangzi for a few days, and the number of daily exchanges is not too much. Whatever he has to do, how can he treat me..."
Meng Ziyi’s thin lips smashed, and he was depressed for the stupid little painting spirit without paying attention to the key points. He implicitly reminded:
This person said that empathy is empathy, and it seems that the affair is actually passionate.
Nanxun has nodded in the matter. "In fact, I only saw him for a moment. I was still considering whether to choose him for a spring breeze. After all, Fang Gongzi was quite handsome and his character was good. But now think about it, forget it, really I don’t dare to provoke love, I am a little disgusted.
Uh... I’m so troubled, Master, it seems that I couldn’t get out of this spring breeze.

Meng Ziyi heard the previous sentence, and said: "Sure enough, she really had this idea."
His eyebrows sank and condensed the frost that could not be opened.
After listening to the latter sentence, the frost between the eyebrows is scattered, but it is still heart-rending.
Meng Ziyi suddenly thought of something, his expression was stiff, he could not help but laugh at himself.
What is he doing?
What are you doing...
"Master, there are many people who are making poems, and there is a lot of fun. Master, let's go see it!"
Mencius's eyebrows were low and faint, "Let's go see it."
When they just walked there, they heard someone applauding.
The poems written by the young talents about chrysanthemums will be hanged out for everyone's appreciation. A chrysanthemum poem that has just been hanged has won unanimous appreciation.
In a short time, more and more young talents have made poetry, and many of them have mentioned the legendary chrysanthemum fairy.
What "Chrysanthemum is good color, fairy is coming to dream", what is "daily view of Baiju, nightly invites Juxian", there is no literary talent but it is hard to mention this fairy.
It is said that the chrysanthemum son of the last year was not particularly talented. Gaine’s poems mentioned his admiration for the chrysanthemum fairy, and he was so elegant that he defeated several other talents. People, successfully elected chrysanthemum son.
Fang Yue saw the chrysanthemum poem that had just been hanged, and suddenly he also had inspiration. He took the pen on the table and wrote one.
When the first one was hung up, everyone applauded. "Miao, it’s wonderful!"
"This poem is the best two of them!"
According to the usual practice, the best of the five literary talents were selected, and then one of the five young talents was selected for the second round of screening.
The second round of the election method is really strange, it is actually five people pick a golden chrysanthemum, and then count the petals, if it is a double number, it is the election, if it is singular, it is the chrysanthemum son selected by the chrysanthemum fairy.
"This method is so strange, since it is a random pick, how can we guarantee that only one of the petals of these chrysanthemums is singular?"
It’s more than Nanxun. Many people from other places have this question.
That one of Jinxiangcheng’s palms smiled and said:
You can only look at it. There must be only one flower in the five chrysanthemums, and the one who picked the singular flower chrysanthemums by hand is the one chosen by the chrysanthemum fairy.

Everyone is dubious.
After some selections, the best five people of Wen Cai were selected. These five people are all well-rounded, especially Fang Yue and a Zhu surname.
Nanxun whispered to Meng Ziyi: "They are not as good as the masters."
Meng Ziyi did not know what he was thinking, and he did not respond.
Nancy sneaked at him and saw that he thought things were serious, so he did not bother him, and he stretched his neck.
The five people each picked a golden chrysanthemum and handed it to him.
After the final result came out, everyone was amazed, but the petals of chrysanthemum that only one person picked up were singular!
This person is Fang Yue.
This is not the most bizarre, because everyone has three chances, and each time, the more the petals of the chrysanthemums are singular.
It can be said that it is coincidental, and it is the same three times. This is somewhat strange.
"It's incredible. Is it true that the chrysanthemum fairy is in the selection!"
"This Fang Gongzi is the best of several people, whether it is literary talent or looks. This chrysanthemum son is a good one. Chrysanthemum fairy is a good vision!"
"It's too coincidental, either someone is cheating, or it's really a chrysanthemum fairy who is picking someone..."
"I can't cheat. I just stared at the number of chrysanthemum petals. Yes, it's singular, three times!" One person said loudly.
"God, is there a chrysanthemum fairy?"
Nanxun looked at Meng Ziyi, and his fingers were naughty on the back of his hand. "Master, what do you think?"
Meng Ziyi finally did not go away, he paused and said: "I only smelled a faint demon, it is a demon."
Nanxun was not surprised at all. He chuckled: "Master, you can't let the flower enchanting out now, I still want to watch the show at night."
Meng Ziyi looked at her head, and a pair of gray eyes stared at her. It was a dull scorpion that seemed to be mixed with a hint of tenderness. "...good."
"I know that the master is the best!" Nanxun is no longer satisfied with the handle, holding his arm, the head under the veil is in the past, the fight is squeezed and the head is smashed on his shoulder. A pair of children who depend on their relatives. Meng Ziyi was stiff and then relaxed slowly.