Demon Becoming the Lord

Yun Zishan also found that the atmosphere was a little dull in the field, smiled faintly, and said: "I have fought against the dynasty, and I have always established the country by military force and ruled by culture. The dynasty attaches great importance to talents and learning regardless of the family. For those who have both, today, regardless of their background, as long as they have real talents, this princess will definitely recommend to her father to entrust her with important tasks!"

As soon as Yun Zishan spoke, the atmosphere suddenly became lively again. In fact, in addition to these big family princes and young ladies, many talented and talented women turned to learning literature because of their failure to learn martial arts and poor qualifications. The ultimate goal is still to get ahead and be an extremely human minister.

Immediately, a talented man got up and bowed his hands to the clouds and purple shirts. Then he shook his head and said: "Student Zhou Yu, I visited Bu Lao Mountain not long ago. I occasionally got inspiration to write a poem, which is meant to attract jade, everyone. Just laugh!"

Seeing Yun Zishan lightly nodded, this talented man raised his head slightly, closed his eyes and shook his head, and read: "The drizzle is moistening the mountains, and the forest rises with purple smoke. The fragrance of flowers flows through the wild trails, and the water washes the torches. Flying birds return home. Tired, visitors are resting on the pavilion. Lean on a railing to listen to the nocturne and accompany the moon in the spring."

"Good poem, good poem!"

A student immediately slapped with a folding fan in his hand, closed his eyes and said with a face full of intoxication: "This poem is neatly paired and has a gorgeous artistic conception. It gives people a sense of being on the scene and traveling in the mountains. Brother Zhou Yu, great talent, I admire and admire..."

Everyone pondered carefully and found that the artistic conception is indeed far away. The young talents cast their eyes on the past, and even the first few ladies paid attention. Yun Zishan smiled faintly, nodded slightly and praised: "Not bad!"

Zhou Yubo opened the door with a blushing face, but he repeatedly bowed his hands and said humbly: "Don't dare, laugh at it!"

Xiao Lang didn't understand this at all. He could hear it in the cloud, so he simply ignored it, grabbed the cakes on the table, lowered his head and ate it dullly. He was so hungry just now that he had a fight with Dongfang Hongdou, and his stomach began to protest. It's a pity that there are pastries here, there is no meat, although the pastries are delicious, they can't fill your stomach.

"Student Fu Chuuxue..."

Then the atmosphere in the field began to become active. These talented talents rarely participate in such a high-level banquet. Even if they are talented in learning eight fights, they have to show them on the occasion, right? And there are such a big family of young ladies in the field, the most important Yunzishan, if you can win the love of the beautiful, and have the opportunity to form a good relationship, it would be wonderful.

Thinking of this, countless talented scholars are surging with enthusiasm as if they had eaten inferior spring yao. I can't wait to throw out all the survival in my heart and show off what I have learned.

"What is this Zuo girl, always staring at Lao Tzu for? Eating a meal is not reassuring!"

Although Xiao Lang lowered his head, he could clearly feel that the opposite pair of eyes stared at him with hatred, it felt like... he had prostituted her without paying her.

Zuo Xi, the most beautiful lady in the Zuo family.

Because of Zuo Xi's gaze, many young ladies also swept along, and found that Xiao Lang was rude and stuffy, swallowing the cakes, instead of drinking a few mouthfuls of fine wine and jade niao, his actions were as vulgar as a cow chewing peony. Just like a starving ghost, incompatible with the elegant atmosphere of the banquet, they looked away with a little disgust. It seemed that one more glance at Xiao Lang would make them feel sick.

Yun Zishan also noticed Xiao Lang's style, frowned slightly, but remembered the last palace banquet and Xiao Lang's behavior in the field hunting competition. He smiled slightly and didn't care.

The poem feast continued, and most people ignored Xiao Lang, chatting and laughing, each showing their talents. There are indeed a few talented scholars who have learned outstandingly, and they have gained a lot of applause and laughter from women.

"Ha ha!"

More than a dozen talented scholars each wrote a poem, and finally a family prince made it. It turned out to be Chamu, one of the four princes of the imperial capital.

Chamu first saluted the cloud and purple shirt, then smiled slightly, his eyes locked on the opposite woman, and smiled gracefully again, saying: "Chamu is not a talent, I would like to write a poem on the spot, just for... a beautiful woman in the Expo Smile!"

As soon as the Chamu dialect fell, the whole house suddenly cheered. Chamu has always been very popular in the imperial capital. He is modest and polite, with extraordinary bearing. At this moment, he boldly expresses his love for the beloved girl.

Gifted scholars and beautiful ladies have been good talk since ancient times. How can everyone not applaud?

All eyes were cast on Cha Mu and the young lady he was looking at, with smiles on their faces, even Zuo Xi turned his eyes to Xiao Lang, beautiful eyes bright and smiling. Only Xiao Lang didn't seem to hear it, and he was still eating.

The girl Chamu looked at was a petite and exquisite Xiaojiabiyu. She was not as dazzling as Yun Zishan Zuo Xi, but she had a special flavor. She blushed as shamely as a ripe apple by Chamu's scorching eyes and bold words. She lowered her head and dared not look at anyone. Her body trembled slightly, and her mood fluctuated obviously.

Chamu smiled happily, his eyes still burning, and a long smile, and said: "The beautiful face shines with the peach blossoms, and the eyes are like spring and mountains. The shallow water flows eastward, the bright moon is faint and chaotic!"

As soon as the words fell, the eyes of countless young ladies were filled with envy and envy, and the princes also quietly gave Chamu thumbs up.

This lady is a lady from the Nangong family, one of the top ten families, and her real name is Youyou. The poem of Cha Mu may not be too good, but the last sentence is a show of love. Although the Zhan Dynasty had an open atmosphere, it boldly showed love at a banquet of this size. In recent years, only Mr. Chamu dared to do it!

"it is good!"

Everyone was still immersed in the boldness of Chamu, and they shouted loudly, but it blew up like thunder in the middle of the night. Everyone looked at it subconsciously, but saw a muffled Xiao Lang raising his head, grinning, holding a piece of pastry in each hand and a glass of wine in the other, his mouth full of greasy mouth. There is a sesame on the side...

"Brother Chamu, pure man, I like it!"

Xiao Lang didn't seem to notice the strange gaze that everyone looked at him, and grinned: "I don't have many friends with Xiao Lang. Cha Mu is one of them. That girl is so blessed. Cha Mu, you can pursue it boldly. Brothers will give you support. What do you want? What. If it doesn't work, let my grandpa help you propose a marriage. If it doesn't work, I will grab it for you and take it back, haha!"

"puff…"

Several talented ladies spouted the wine at the same time, and countless people rolled their eyes. The original beautiful artistic conception was completely destroyed by Xiao Lang's few words. Even Cha Mu laughed bitterly. Xiao Lang was helping him or trying to make trouble, but Cha Mu knew the sincerity in Xiao Lang's words, smiled and bowed to Xiao Lang, and said gratefully: "Thank you, Shao Lang!"

"Insulting gentleness, insulting gentleness!"

"Sure enough, it was born rashly, rude, extremely rude!"

Countless talented people laughed bitterly, and the original lively atmosphere became awkward again. Nangong Youyou was so ashamed that he didn't dare to meet people. Even Yun Zishan wondered whether it was right or wrong for this poem to entertain Xiao Lang...