Miss Waste Chai is about to turn over: Concubine Phoenix Summoner

Chapter 381 Yanhua Lake Club, start

The Yanhua Lake Club is an exceptionally lively gathering on the south coast of Fengjuan Continent, held in Wolong City.

In the beginning, because Xuanyuanhong's wife loves poetry and poetry and has outstanding talents, Xuanyuanhong doted on her wife, and after becoming the city lord of Wolong City, he held the Yanhua Lake Party every year on his wife's birthday, attracting young talents from all over the world to come here.

Later, every year at the Yanhua Lake Meeting, a group of poor children with good roots would be left behind by Wolong City, and they would be cultivated and become members of Wolong City.

Of course, the most famous thing about Yanhua Lake Club is marriage.Talented men and beautiful women meet here, and if they love each other, they will get married soon.

Because the original purpose of the Yanhua Lake Club was to make Xuanyuanhong's wife happy, so the Yanhua Lake Club allowed married women to participate.

But Yanhua Lake has a strange rule, that is, men with wives cannot participate.

Therefore, Feng Jinyou could only be a bystander during this visit, while Nan Fengqing could choose to participate or watch.

"Monster, wait for me to come back with the prize!" Nan Fengqing was full of confidence, the girl's youthful vigor and charm made Feng Jinyou's eyes a little more pampered, "My husband is looking forward to your lady's performance... ...How about rewarding a kiss when the time comes?"

The girl gave him a coquettish look, but still held his arm, her magnificent blue eyes were clearer than the blue sky.

No one knew that in the dark, a pair of black, bright and dazzling eyes silently watched the bustle of people coming and going, and their eyes crossed the lake, mountains and green waters, and fixed on that brilliant and elegant smile.

"The south wind is tilting..." There was a soft sound, which was blown away by the breeze.

There is a little nostalgia in the dark eyes, and they are silent together in this lake and mountain scenery.

The lake in the city of Wolong City is extremely vast, with boats of all sizes floating on the lake, and the grand scene with many people is very lively.

In the midst of this bustle, the melodious and soothing sound of the flute suddenly sounded.

The sound of the flute is like a thin spring rain falling on people, quiet and beautiful, far away with the wind.

Like the lotus in summer, the maple leaves in autumn, and the snow in winter.

On the high platform above the lake, a woman in a goose-yellow dress stood gracefully, and the sound of the flute flowed from her lips.

"It's Miss Xuanyuan..." A man exclaimed.

"Miss Xuanyuan's hole jade flute is really a fairy music..."

The noisy shore of the lake quieted down, and the sound of the flute gradually turned mournful, like complaints and admiration, like weeping and complaints.

The quiet gaze of the woman in the light yellow dress seems to have passed Feng Jinyou inadvertently.

But he found that the cold man in white was all tied to the elegant girl beside him, and he didn't even look at the stage.

Xuanyuan Yurong's eyes were lowered, and the sound of the flute was mixed with spiritual power, rippling wave after wave.

There seems to be a woman's melancholy in the sound of the flute.

Where to synthesize sorrow?Fall away from the heart.

Thinking deeply is like a clove knot, but it is difficult to develop a plantain's heart.

The water of the lake seems to be infected by the girl's tenderness, rippling and rippling.

People's eyes were fixed on the goose-yellow figure on the high platform.

Ice skin and jade skin, demure and elegant, standing gracefully, a wonderful lady.

"She is..." Nan Fengqing looked at Xuanyuan Yurong on the high platform in the lake.

"Miss Wolong City, half of the golden blood." Feng Jinyou lazily raised his eyes and glanced at the woman who was playing the jade flute. His purple eyes were cold and indifferent, and he looked away indifferently.

"She seems to be treating you..." Nan Fengqing frowned slightly when he saw Xuanyuan Yurong's tender eyes cast on Feng Jinyou.

"Miss, are you jealous?" Feng Jinyou had a smile in his eyes, and the smile on his lips was evil and charming, looking at her with the usual pampering and tenderness.

"I'm not jealous. If you leave with her, I don't mind..." Before Nan Fengqing finished speaking, Feng Jinyou's eyes narrowed dangerously, and he hugged her in his arms regardless of the people around him. In the middle, a low breath lingered in her ears, "The lady said so, I will be sad for my husband..."

"Stupid monster, I haven't finished my words yet, I mean I don't mind demolishing Crouching Dragon City, and then..."

"Don't worry, why would a lady do the hard work of demolishing the city..." The cold voice was filled with happiness and satisfaction.

The people around looked at the two embracing each other, and then at Feng Jinyou's deep purple eyes, and immediately understood their identities.

The Phoenix King in white clothes, with deep purple eyes.

I heard that King Yanfeng loves his concubine very much, and seeing her today, it is true.

On the high platform, Xuanyuan Yurong's heart was blocked, and the sound of the flute trembled.

She changed her tone, from mourning and yearning to quiet and remote. After all, this time the Yanhua Lake meeting had just started, and she would cause dissatisfaction if she played such a low-pitched tune.

"Yu Rong is showing her ugliness." After the sound of the flute, the woman's voice was elegant and polite, she stood gracefully on the high platform of the lake, and announced in a clear voice: "Yanhua Lake Meeting, start."

Boys and girls boarded the ship one after another.

There will be several gentlemen on each boat who will come up with questions. The first level of the Yanhua Lake Club is the talent of poetry. After being recognized by the people in the boat, the poetry will be handed over to the learned men on another high platform for further selection.

The topics on each boat are the same, and you only need to make one poem for the first level, and the top ten poems will be announced on the high platform for everyone to enjoy.

Nan Fengqing boarded the painting boat closest to him, and the topic of his poem was Qixi Festival.

Think for a while, write and ink.

After finishing the poem, Nan Fengqing signed his name and handed in the poem.

(End of this chapter)