After becoming the villain

Chapter 149 "Moving to the Capital in One Move" and "Goose Returning to the South"

Yan Wulu's words were like a barrel of explosives, instantly exploding among the many onlookers.

Jinling was prosperous and gathered literati from all over the world.

And the people here have fun with everything.

Long Yang's good taste and his habit of cutting sleeves are no longer surprising.

but……

It is still a bit rare for a beautiful man to dress up in women's clothing and perform erotic dances to please others.

For a moment, everyone couldn't help but look at the Qianqian Young Master Yi Junhan who was dressed in white.

In fact, they had long discovered that this man was extremely feminine and beautiful, and that there were those young masters from aristocratic families who had special quirks. At that time, they could no longer hold back the impulse in their hearts.

But at this moment...

Yan Wulu suddenly said this, and everyone looked at Yi Junhan again, realizing that if the other person was wearing women's clothing and dancing erotically...hehehehe...

Moreover, they have already danced for Prince Zhenbei alone in the military camp. Who knows, will they make it to the next step?

Who can be sure whether the other party can jump as long as they give money?
The gazes of wolves and tigers all focused on Yi Junhan in an instant.

Yi Junhan's face turned extremely gloomy for a moment...

However, he didn't know how to refute Yan Wulu.

The other party is in a high position at the moment, and this is indeed a fact. In front of these Jinling talents, some special habits are nothing.

On the contrary, if you cheat and fool around, you will be looked down upon even more.

In this case, it would be better to admit it frankly, but... Yan Wulu's words were all suspected of adding fuel to the fire, which made Yi Junhan feel embarrassed for a moment.

Yan Nan returned. The woman who had quietly retreated before heard Yan Wulu's words and looked at Yi Junhan and Yan Wulu curiously.

But soon, she fixed her sights on the main stage again... That was his main goal.

……

"His Royal Highness, you really have a good memory."

Yi Junhan was a little embarrassed.

But some special little habits make it easier to get along in the Jinling circle...

Yi Junhan has been a retainer of the Prime Minister's Mansion and the Prince of Jin's Mansion, and is well aware of this truth.

Yan Wulu also chuckled slightly. He could already feel that the attitudes of the people around him towards Yi Junhan began to change...

Compared to Yi Junhan's talent, people now probably pay more attention to his habit of dressing up as a woman.

Amazing talents can indeed gain the respect and admiration of others, but special hobbies will only arouse others' curiosity... just like treating a plaything.

What's more, it's someone like Yi Junhan who has no background or influence?

Yan Wulu's system text also reminded him all the time that Yi Junhan's luck was slowly decreasing. Presumably, it was because many talented people from aristocratic families in Jinling had lowered their admiration for him.

"Then, Mr. Yi, I won't bully you either."

"...You and Miss Yan just competed on the word 'flower'. Now, let's compete again with another word, how about it?"

"Okay." Yi Junhan agreed, "...I wonder, what word does His Highness want to change?"

"Let Mr. Yi decide."

Yan Wulu said proudly: "...Anyway, based on the relationship between you and me, these things don't matter."

Hearing this, Yi Junhan's face became a little ugly again.

The talented Jinling people around him were all more romantic than the others and wandered among the flowers. They all seemed to understand something in an instant and couldn't help but look at Yi Junhan with ulterior motives.

At this moment, Yi Junhan's amazing talent when he first appeared on the stage was already insignificant in the eyes of these LSPs.

What they are more curious about now is - how can they get Mr. Yi to dress up in women's clothes and dance erotically?

……

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"Nice poem!"

"What a poem!"

"Excellent!"

"What a wonderful sentence through the ages!"

……

The "Feihua Order" showdown between Yan Wulu and Yi Junhan became increasingly fierce.

Everyone present was shocked at this moment. They never thought that the prince of Zhenbei had such talent? !

They had the inherent impression that Yan Wulu was just a rough country man who came from the northern military general.

But only at this moment...

They suddenly recalled that the Yan family also had people like Yan Weiyu who were as literary as a galaxy.

Yi Junhan was even more frightened when he faced Yan Wulu.

He had been planning for this "Jinling Poetry Meeting" for a long time, and he even spared no effort to tinker with the literary expressions of the Jixia Academy Poetry Masters for many months.

Yi Junhan's subsequent series of revenge plans must first revolve around the "Jinling Poetry Society" after he successfully won the title.

This Yan Wulu... blocked him again and again!
Abominable!
But... For Yi Junhan, he already knew that it was absolutely impossible for him to defeat the opponent at this moment.

He seemed to feel the same embarrassing feeling that Yan Nangui had before. The other party's talents were far superior to his own, and he... was no match for the other party!

When the drop of sweat that had been gathering on his forehead for a long time fell on the long rice paper, Yi Junhan's thinking time had already exceeded...

...he lost.

The surrounding literati and Jinling talents who were watching were all amazed by this wonderful poetry duel.

They were immersed in the poems that Yan Wulu had just casually recited for a long time, lamenting that they felt like they were in a fugue.

In the silence, there are only countless talented and beautiful people closing their eyes and recalling.

Prince Yu Zhao Lingrui, who was still on the main stage, stood up first, clapped his palms and made sporadic noises to bring everyone back to their senses.

Afterwards, there was a burst of thunderous applause, including many voices of applause and admiration.

In particular, the Zhenbei Cavalry Guards who followed Yan Wulu, as well as the factional scribes who followed King Yu Zhao Lingrui, were doing their best to create a sensation at this moment.

The sound of applause lasted for a long time.

Yan Wulu was still a little uncomfortable with this feeling, but he still remained polite and greeted the Jinling scholars and scholars around him.

Prince Yu Zhao Lingrui looked happy and walked forward slowly to the railing at the edge of the main stage.

Except for the gloomy-faced King of Jin Zhao Lingcheng, the rest of the literary masters on the main stage also stood up and came to the side of King Yu Zhao Lingrui...

"Your Highness, this is really a move to the capital."

The Prince of Honor, Zhao Lingrui, was not stingy with his words of praise, "...We, we thought that Commander-in-Chief Yan Weiyuyan was already a rare talented woman in the Yan family, but we didn't expect that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is the real talented person! Qilin's talent! Shocking talent!"

"...Presumably, all the talented people present are convinced at this moment."

"...Then, this year's crown title of 'Jinling Poet Saint' will belong to you, the Crown Prince."

Prince Yu Zhao Lingrui said that he was the organizer of this "Jinling Poetry Meeting", and the majority of people at this poetry meeting were the literati who followed Prince Yu.Occupying the so-called host advantage.

In addition, Yan Wulu's poetry talent displayed this time is indeed a genius. Even Yi Junhan is far from his opponent, not to mention everyone else present.

But at this moment, they saw that King Yu Zhao Lingrui had spoken, and more people naturally echoed his words.

All of a sudden, before the literary masters who were in charge of commenting and analyzing could speak, the title of laurels in this poetry meeting had already definitely fallen on Yan Wulu's head.

Jin Wang Zhao Lingcheng's face was gloomy and ugly...

He looked down coldly at Yi Junhan who was defeated by Yan Wulu. He originally thought that the opponent was a great talent, but now it seemed that it was nothing more than that.

With a slight sneer, Zhao Lingcheng stood up and stepped forward.

"The talent of Prince Zhenbei is truly rare in the world."

"...But, after all, this is the 'Jinling Poetry Society', and the prince is from the North. Wouldn't it be a bit hasty to decide so easily?"

"What are you talking about, Fourteenth Brother?"

Prince Yu Zhao Lingrui directly refuted, and rarely called Zhao Lingcheng his fourteenth brother. He seemed to want to use the order of seniority to suppress the other party, "...all the people in the world will surrender to me. This 'Jinling Poetry Club' is the original intention." We also want to be all-inclusive and recruit talents from all over the world to serve Daqian Jinling.”

"... Even if the winner today is a barbarian from Northern Xinjiang, as long as he is really talented, he will still be able to win the title of 'Jinling Poet Saint', not to mention the son of King Zhenbei who has served Daqian for many years and guarded the north with great merit. Woolen cloth?!"

Prince Yu Zhao Lingrui retorted sharply, narrowed his eyes slightly, and couldn't help but say as if he was speculating, with a profound meaning——

"Fourth brother, you have been serving in the army for many years. It seems that you really don't know anything about other things."

The King of Jin, Zhao Lingcheng, was silenced by the other party...

When it comes to being eloquent, Zhao Lingcheng is no match for Zhao Lingrui. Now that Yi Junhan has lost, it is even more difficult for Zhao Lingcheng to gain the advantage of his words.

However, Zhao Lingcheng has never liked to solve problems with words...

He turned around, faced Zhao Lingrui directly, held the hilt of the sword at his waist, and stared coldly into the eyes of Prince Yu Zhao Lingrui.

The air was extremely still.

The atmosphere became anxious and strange at this moment.

Suddenly, the great elder of Jixia Academy came between the two Qizhu Princes. He was a highly respected old man, and he had extremely high prestige among literati.

He waved his hand to signal the two princes to talk peacefully.

Then he invited other literary people to come forward and start talking.

Finally after a series of negotiations.

Everyone decided to award awards to Yan Wulu, Yi Junhan, and Yannangui at the same time.

This is also the rule of the "Jinling Poetry Society".

Since ancient times, it has always been "civilization is not the first, military is not the second".

Except for those people who are particularly talented and stand out from the crowd, among the rest of the literati, you say yours is good, and I say mine.

Everyone has their own opinions and preferences.

Therefore, the "Jinling Poetry Society" generally selects the three most talented poems and poems that are most appreciated by the most people, and jointly rewards those who wrote them.

It's for...the top three.

Among them, the most popular and admired one was given the honorary title of "Jinling Poet Saint".

As for the other two, except that they did not have the honorary title of "Jinling Poet Saint", the other rewards were exactly the same as those of the first one. They were all given a large amount of money and jewelry.

After this result was announced by the great elder of Jixia Academy...

Everyone in the garden square whispered to each other, discussed for a while, and then clapped and nodded to show their approval.

The talents of these three people are far above them.

They all received their rewards, and they all deserved them.

Jinshu laurels are all awarded on the main stage.

Yan Wulu was suddenly surrounded by many literati on the stage. He himself did not care much about the money and jewelry. As long as he could weaken Yi Junhan's luck as planned, Yan Wulu had no idea who would be the "Jinling Poet Saint". The heron actually doesn't matter.

But that's fine now.

When Yan Wulu saw Yi Junhan and the woman named Yan, who were also surrounded on the main stage after him... there was no better opportunity than this.

Yan Wulu glanced away.

In the distance, the few high-level pavilions in Prince Yu's Mansion and the dark spaces behind the window bars are all occupied by sharpshooters from the Zhenbei Cavalry Guard.

Their eyes intertwined with Yan Wulu's, and then they nodded firmly.

As long as Yan Wulu gives the order, he can shoot Yi Junhan from a distance...

The main stage is the most conspicuous place in Prince Yu's palace.With a wide field of vision, you can see anywhere, but you can also be seen everywhere.

When Yi Junhan stands at the main stage, with his target clearly visible and unobstructed, then... it's the best time!
Although Yan Wulu didn't know whether this move would be successful against Yi Junhan, who still had nearly [-] luck points, he still had to give it a try, just in case it was like what Yaowang Valley did to Xiao Zichen. What about the same time?

Speaking of...

Back in Yaowang Valley, although Xiao Zichen's luck value had been declining rapidly, there was still a lot left in the end.

As for why on earth, he was able to succeed with just one strike at that time?

Yan Wulu hasn't figured out the answer yet.

Yi Junhan and others have also arrived at the subjective stage.

Prince Yu Zhao Lingrui came to Yan Wulu in person. The beautiful maid next to him was holding a golden olive leaf crown contained in a red brocade box... This was the symbol of the "Jinling Poet Saint".

Prince Yu Zhao Lingrui picked up the golden olive leaf crown from the red brocade box with both hands and said a bunch of words of praise, wanting to wear this symbol of honor for Yan Wulu.

Yan Wulu, from the corner of his eye, kept looking coldly at Yi Junhan, who had just stepped onto the main stage.

He raised his right hand slightly, preparing to signal the marksmen in the attic window bars in the distance...

suddenly.

There was only a "clang" sound of a violent collision of metal weapons.

At the same time, there is also a powerful airflow overflowing after the collision of domineering fighting spirit and tyrannical internal energy.

The crowd on the main stage dispersed in panic.

Yan Wulu was also attracted by the loud noise for a moment. He glanced around and found that everyone was retreating.

The object they were retreating from was exactly where the former King of Jin, Zhao Lingcheng, was.

At this moment, Jin Wang Zhao Lingcheng had already drawn out the sword from his waist, and was fighting with a figure in front of him.

And that figure is none other than the talented mute woman whose poems previously amazed the entire poetry gathering—Yan Nangui!
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(End of this chapter)