Danwu Xiehuang

Chapter 8

After Ye Chen came in, none of the outsiders could come in again, and it was already evening at this time.

In Yichun Pavilion, there are many tables, chairs and benches for these people to find a place to sit.

Ye Chen randomly found a seat and sat there, looking at the people around him, everyone looked fiercely, after all, they were all competitors.

Su Lan also saw Ye Chen, her eyes were fixed for a moment, but then she opened her eyes and smiled at Ye Chen.

Ye Chen also smiled at Su Lan: "Brother Su, I don't know if I should say something or not?"

"Brother Ye is too polite, I don't know what advice Brother Ye has!"

"Hehe, hypocrisy!" Ye Chen's last two words were with his mouth, and he didn't make a sound.

After seeing it, the smile on Su Lan's face froze for an instant, a murderous look flashed across her eyes, then she smiled, covered it up, and went to chat with other people.

This made Ye Chen feel really bored, and when Ye Chen was extremely bored, a faint scent came, and a handsome man in gray clothes sat beside Ye Chen.

There was a playful smile on the corner of his mouth, this handsome young man really had a good skin, that's just how handsome he is.

The handsome young man also saw Ye Chen: "Why is this brother staring at me? Is there a flower on my face?"

Ye Chen smiled faintly: "No, I'm just surprised that you can be so handsome."

"Brother is ridiculous, dare to ask brother's name." The handsome Xiaosheng's face was rosy, and he asked Ye Chen.

Ye Chen smiled playfully: "You don't change your name or surname when you go downhill, that's true of Ye Chen."

Junxiu Xiaosheng's face froze, and the idea of ​​standing up and running away emerged in his heart, but after thinking about it, he concealed his gaffe and said: "I have long admired your name! I am Ling Han."

"Hehe, I've heard of your name for a long time, I'm afraid it's notorious." Ye Chen said casually, and then looked at the stage: "It's about to start."

Ling Han opened his mouth to explain, but when he heard the second half of Ye Chen's sentence, he immediately looked up.

Their seats are on the first floor, and Mei Die is on the second floor, behind her is a room separated by a layer of tulle.

You can vaguely see the outline of a woman sitting sideways. Just looking at this beautiful figure has fascinated many people.

Su Lan was on the side, the possessiveness in his eyes suddenly exploded, and an aura surged from his body, oppressing the people around him.

Quite a few sons who had the same idea released their own cultivation and began to use their power to overwhelm others, trying to take the first opportunity.

Mei Die naturally saw the subtlety of the atmosphere, but she didn't get involved in it, after all, it had nothing to do with her, she was looking at other things.

"The next thing is for Miss Mu Rou to come up with a question. If the answer is the best, then this person can be the guest of honor for Miss Mu Rou."

Mei Die said to those people with fiery eyes, and the beautiful figure behind her also spoke, her voice was melodious, and it sounded like gurgling water nourishing people's hearts.

"My lords, thank you all for coming here to make friends with the little girl through literature. The last question is because the little girl has recently entered a bottleneck in music theory and needs new music to enrich my music pool. One word is enough..."

Speaking of this, Nalan Murou stopped talking, and Mei Die understood: "Okay, gentlemen, start preparing. If you are ready, you can go to the platform on the first floor and sing your masterpiece. If my Mu Rou If Miss likes it, then it will be your blessing."

After Mei Die finished speaking, she turned around and walked into the room, whispered a few words in Nalan Murou's ear, and the two went deeper into the room.

I can't see that beautiful figure anymore, and the boys and buddies here are all starting to think about the poems, and the motivation is the seductive Nalan Murou.

Ye Chen was also thinking deeply, and one poem after another flashed in his mind. The others were all distressed, and couldn't make poems after racking their brains.

But Ye Chen was worried about which one should he choose among so many poems.

Travelers always have their own buffs. The 5000-year history of poetry in China is in his hands. It is very difficult for him to keep a low profile.

A man in white clothes, but not very good-looking, strode onto the stage: "Miss Mu Rou, listen to this poem I wrote for you! When I see the girl, I feel upset, I don't want to eat and drink, and I love you endlessly. I would like to be a Iraqi Get off the horse, carry Yiren on your back, and move forward wildly!"

In his boudoir, Nalan Murou put his hands on his forehead and leaned his elbows on the table: "Thank you, my lord, for writing a poem for me, but it's hard to impress Mu Rou. I'm really sorry, next one."

Ye Chen listened to the embarrassing poems made by these people, and his whole body was about to suffer from embarrassing cancer. These buddies really have courage.

With this kind of thing, I can actually take it out, dare to stand up and read it in a large audience, wouldn't I feel ashamed!

Su Lan couldn't listen anymore, he held down the man beside him who had already taken a step, and then sat down gently pressing his shoulder: "Brother Lu, let my younger brother go up on your behalf!"

Leaping and leaping, the cultivation base of the eighth stage of self-cultivation was revealed. He jumped three feet away, landed firmly on the stage, cupped his hands in all directions, and then faced the second floor and began to chant wet, no, chant poems up.

"This poem of mine is for Mu Rou.

Mu Rou is charming and virtuous, picking mulberry and crossing the road.

The soft strips are running slowly, and the fallen leaves are dancing.

Get rid of the sleeves and see the plain hands, and the bright wrists are about golden rings.

There is a golden sparrow hairpin on the head, and emerald jade on the waist.

The pearl is handed over to the jade body, and the light train returns with the wind.

Gu Pan left the brilliance, screaming like a blue sky! "

The combination of soft tone and gentle vocabulary is a kind of warm feeling, coupled with Su Lan's own temperament, it immediately made the other women in Yichun Pavilion feel happy in their eyes.

Su Lan looked at the second floor and asked with a smile: "Miss Mu Rou, when I saw her in the past, I was very concerned about her. This poem was written when I missed the girl and couldn't fall asleep! I don't know Miss Mu Rou. like or not."

"Mr. Su Lan is indeed a talented man of the generation. Not only is he gifted in martial arts, but he is also exceptional in literature! This poem is very moving, and Mu Rou likes it. Tonight..."

Everyone lost hope, and felt that Su Lan's poem was too difficult to surpass, so Su Lan should be the final winner tonight.

But Ye Chen didn't think so, he hasn't acted yet, so can things be concluded?
He just wanted to stand up, but what he didn't expect was that another person stood up.

Ling Han's handsome face was revealed, making many brothel women look like nymphomaniacs. This kind of childish, handsome chick is what they like the most.

"Wait a minute, I still have a poem here, waiting for everyone to appreciate it!

It's snowy like a mountain, and the moon shines like clouds.

Wen Jun had two intentions, so he came to an end.

Today's Poetry Competition, Mingdan Lake Head.

On the Yuhu Lake, the water flows from east to west.

Desolate complex desolate, no need to cry when marrying.

Would like to have as one people, old age is not way off.

What is the bamboo pole, the fish tail He Guigui!
A man is full of spirit, why use money and knives for it! "

(End of this chapter)