Hell, run away, the little milk baby is coming to the underworld again.

Everyone: Are you blind? The young master didn't even move his lips. How could he tell the little baby?

This means cheating if you can't afford to lose.

Young man: You still have some self-awareness. I am indeed better than you, but I really can’t write such a wonderful poem.

Xiao Yanbao patted his brother and said, "Brother, put me down."

The young man glanced at his sister. She was so angry that she wanted to throw the talisman and beat up this guy named Duan.

But he didn't stop him and put his sister down.

Xiao Yanbao took a few steps forward and put his hands on his hips, "If you are not convinced, let's continue to argue until you are convinced."

Everyone: This little baby is so domineering.

Look at that young master named Duan again. If you lose again, let’s see how shameless you can come to Xiaoxiang Pavilion again.

The young master named Duan didn't expect such a little baby to be so arrogant. If he didn't respond, wouldn't it be very embarrassing?

"You said this yourself, I didn't bully you."

Xiao Yanbao smiled and said, "Just don't say I bully you."

Crowd:  …

Mr. Duan curled his lips, I see no one told you this time, how can you still be right?

He pointed at the proprietress and said, "This time, the theme is beauty."

Everyone: She is really good at flattering. Although this boss lady is still charming, she is really not as beautiful as the girls in Xiaoxiang Pavilion.

Mr. Duan shook his head and chanted: The beauty is as graceful as in a dream, graceful and elegant as the wind. The eyebrows are slightly raised, reflecting the blue sky, and the eyes are looking forward like stars in the east.

Then he glanced at the landlady.

The landlady was so happy at this time that she was praised.

Dahuang racked his brains and went through all the poems he knew about describing beauties, and finally chose one for Xiao Yanbao.

The sleeves are moving and the fragrance is endless, and the red lotus curls up in the autumn smoke. The wind is swaying under the Qingyun Mountains, and the water in the tender willow pond is first blowing.

After Xiao Yanbao finished chanting, there was silence again, followed by thunderous applause.

The madam was so excited that she knelt down and grabbed Xiao Yanbao's hand, "How did you know that I became famous in one dance?"

Xiao Yanbao shook off the madam's hand. The smell of the powder was so strong that it made her sneeze.

The madam stood up and looked at the young man and the others. Judging from their age, they probably had never seen him dance before.

"Beautiful sister, one look at your figure and waist, it looks like you are a very good dancer."

The madam touched her face, and the little milk baby called her sister? elder sister?

She was so excited.

It seemed as if Xiao Yanbao called her sister and she returned to the most glorious time of the year.

She glanced at Mr. Duan and said, "Your poem is indeed not as good as this little sister's."

The young man named Duan held the folding fan tightly in his hand. He really couldn't believe that such a charming poem came from the mouth of a little baby.

"No, let's compete again." Mr. Duan said unconvinced.

Xiao Yanbao doesn't care, since there is rhubarb anyway, she won't be afraid of it tomorrow.

But the Madam waved her hand and said, "Mr. Duan, save some face for yourself. If the comparison continues, I'm afraid you won't be able to leave the Xiaoxiang Pavilion today."

The madam's words caused everyone to burst into laughter.

"It's just, it's just that such a big man can't afford to lose. He's not as big-hearted as a little baby."

The young man picked up his sister and said, "Who do you think you are? If you want to compete, just compete. If you can't afford to lose, don't pretend to be a big-tailed wolf."

The young man named Duan turned red with anger and flicked his sleeves, "Can I, Duan Wuhen, not be able to afford to lose?"

Li Qian: "Tell me again who you are?"

"Me, Duan Wuhen, what's wrong? You know my name, are you scared?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Qian went up and pushed Duan Wuhen to the ground.

No one realized what was going on.

When they reacted, they scattered in all directions.

The old bustard obviously has seen the world, so he quickly smoothed things over, "This young master, Mr. Duan just refuses to admit defeat, so he won't use force, right?"

He Zhibai also jumped over and grabbed Duan Wuhen by the collar, "Tell me, where did you get the Blood Spirit Grass?"

The young man's brows knitted into a knot. This man didn't look like someone with Qing Gong.

Xie Keran quickly picked up a ray of life energy from Duan Wuhen and started calculating.

Then he shook his head at Li Qian and He Zhibai, "He is not the Duan Wuhen we are looking for."

"Are you sure?" Li Qian asked.

Xie Keran nodded. This man was just a weak scholar.

"As long as he knows how to work hard, you can't just push him to the ground." Gui Que said.

Li Qian and He Zhibai let go of Duan Wuhen.

Is this a duplicate name?

Duan Wuhen, who was lying on the ground, felt as if his arms were being twisted and he kept screaming.

The madam stepped forward and helped Duan Wuhen up, "Master Duan, are you okay?"

Duan Wuhen grinned, "I have something to do."

He just wanted to use a fake name so as not to be too embarrassed, but he didn't expect the name to cause trouble.

"Mr. Duan, I remember that the name you mentioned before was not Duan Wuhen," the madam whispered.

The crux of what the madam said was quickly caught by Gui Que.

He went over and grabbed Duan Wuhen's collar, "Tell me, who asked you to give me this name?"

"I...my name is Duan Wuhen. Why don't you call me this name?" Duan Wuhen pretended to be calm.

"It would be fine if you were called by this name. If someone asked you to give it this name, you would be in trouble." Gui Que said with a stern look.

"You... let go. Stop scaring me. I, Duan Wuhen, am not someone to be trifled with." He said this while looking at the madam.

As soon as Gui Que exerted force on his hand, Duan Wuhen was choked so hard that he couldn't breathe. He slapped Gui Que's arm hard with his hand.

The old bustard hurriedly stepped forward and persuaded: "My guest, if you have anything to say, let's go to the house and say it. It's not good for so many people to be stuck here."

"Then please ask the landlady to find us a private room, and we can have a good talk with Duan Wuhen." The young man said softly.

Duan Wuhen struggled to leave. He dared to hit people in public. If he went to the room and was killed, no one would know.

Can't go, absolutely can't go.

"I have nothing to talk to you, so I won't go."

But Gui Que couldn't help but lift him up with one hand, as easy as lifting a chicken.

The people around him sighed, and this young man was afraid that he was guilty.

But yes, I just accepted the loss and wanted to be aggressive, but I didn't expect that I would get into trouble.

Looking at this posture, he has to take off his arms and legs.

The old bustard led the way and winked at the turtle slave next to him.

No one in their profession can be offended and no one should be afraid of them, especially those who can enter the Xiaoxiang Pavilion because they are either rich or noble.

Without someone to protect you, this business is really difficult to do.

The Madam brought Xiao Yanbao and the others into a spacious private room, "You guys, please talk slowly, and I'll make you a pot of good tea."

The madam went out and closed the door, but was surrounded by a group of burly men at the door.