Demon Becoming the Lord

Xiao Lang grinned and continued to sullenly eat. Although he didn't understand poetry, he wouldn't be so vulgar under Xiao Qingyi's exaggeration. Obviously he did it deliberately. He doesn't want to come to this kind of **** poem feast again. With such a disturbance today, I guess Yun Zishan won't invite himself again in the future, right?

"Young Master Lang, you are the only son of Senior Qing Emperor, and your aunt Xiao Qingyi is also a well-known talented woman in the dynasty. I wonder if you can write a poem? Let me wait to see the style after being famous?"

At this moment, a nice voice sounded, and a young lady actually invited Xiao Lang to write a poem.

Countless stunned eyes swept away, and found that it turned out to be Zuo Xi, immediately relieved. The eyes of Zuo Ming Dongfang indifferent and the others shined, which was a good opportunity to ridicule Xiao Lang.

Yun Zishan's eyes lit up, turning his head to look at Xiao Lang, as if expecting him to be a blockbuster. After all, Emperor Xiao Qing, Ni Xueming, and Xiao Qingyi, who grew up with Xiao Lang, moved the dynasty with their talents and affections. .

Xiao Lang raised his head in shock, and directly refused vaguely: "I'm sorry, I don't know such an elegant thing. I'm a crude person, I can only fight and kill, or Miss Zuo Jia, let's show you Everyone cheer up?"

"Hey!"

Countless scornful voices sneered, Zuo Xi even sneered again and again, and countless young talents looked at Xiao Lang's gaze, from the original contempt directly to Chi Guoguo's disgust.

Above the poem banquet, the test was about talents and elegance, and Xiao Lang said that he would fight against each other. This must be despised by everyone.

"Hehe, you're late, forgive me!"

At this time, there was a long, straightforward laughter from outside the palace, and a young man in white walked in stridely under everyone's eyes. Hearing this voice, Yun Zishan and Miss Zhong immediately brightened their eyes and looked around. Xiao Lang looked curiously, and when he saw it, he sighed secretly, what a peerless son!

He is in his early twenties, one-meter-eight, with wide shoulders and slender waist, long hair fluttering, he looks unusually handsome but does not lose his masculinity, his face has a slight smile, his demeanor, his eyes are confident and gentle, which makes people uncomfortable Dislikes.

This was a young man who was barely able to be a lonely man in temperament. Xiao Lang was slightly jealous. Seeing this man walking towards him, it was obvious that the first position was reserved for him. He secretly guessed the identity of this peerless son.

After a while, a name jumped out.

Ni Cang, the first son of the mysterious Ni family, the peerless son who was hailed as the dragon among men by Yun Zishan.

"Young Master Ni, you are late, you should be fined three glasses!"

really!

Yun Zishan opened his mouth to confirm the identity of this person, Zuo Ming, Xiao Kuang and the others immediately laughed and coaxed, with a faint look of jealousy deep in their eyes. But the ladies over there have many shining eyes and affectionate brows. Zuo Xi, who had always hated Xiao Lang, lowered his head and lowered his eyebrows, his face was full of shame. He looked up at this young man from time to time, obviously showing some affection for him.

"Haha, three cups are three cups, Ni Cang should be self-punished for being late!"

Nicang walked at the first square table, smiled and arched his hands at the crowd, and then drank three cups in a row, moving smoothly and unhurriedly, seeing Yun Zishan's eyes light up again.

"Hello Lang Son!"

Xiao Lang lowered his head again and ate silently, but Ni Cang suddenly nodded to him and said in a low voice with a friendly smile. Xiao Lang responded indifferently, but secretly sighed in his heart that this person was indeed unparalleled.

"Master Ni, three glasses of fine wine, you can't calm down the suffering of countless people who admire you, you must compose a poem, and all the ladies must be satisfied to do it!"

Yun Zishan smiled faintly, his eyes were like spring water, and his temperament was elegant. At a young age, he didn't have stage fright at all. On the contrary, he could easily control the atmosphere in the court with a few words, which is worthy of the royal family's meticulous cultivation.

"Miss Dongfang is here!"

Nicang smiled and was about to respond. The maid outside gave a low voice, but Xiao Lang almost choked and coughed repeatedly. He looked up in horror towards the entrance of the main hall, and he saw a pink palace dress with a figure so hot that countless talents slobbered the Dongfang Hongdou style.

Xiao Lang hurriedly lowered his head and eyebrows, as if he hadn't seen it, but didn't need to look, he could feel the killing intent in Dongfang Hongdou's faint glance.

Dongfang Hongdou's expression on the surface did not change much, but a little cold, not as enthusiastic as before. Yun Zishan secretly smirked with her a bit, Dongfang Hongdou sat on the right side in silence, his face was indifferent, and the gazes that swept towards Xiao Lang from time to time were full of hatred.

"Damn, so murderous, Feng is ready to scream!"

The delicious cakes became like sawdust in Xiao Lang's mouth at this moment, but he had to use eating to hide his embarrassment. He sat on pins and needles, thinking secretly, looking for opportunities to urinate.

"Master Ni, please compose a poem, let me wait to see the demeanor of the first Master Ni from the family!"

Yun Zishan and Dongfang Hongdou smiled a few words, and then led the topic to Nicang. Countless lights immediately locked on this mysterious young man, with curiosity on his face, and many women with affectionate expressions and secretive hearts.

"Hehe, then I'll play a song at will, it's a shame!"

Ni Cang stood up, smiled and saluted, and then he pondered. After a while, a clear voice sounded in the hall: "I am admired by others in the glitzy life, but I know how many ups and downs. I will be sad when I become famous, and I am still looking at Huangliang."

Ni Cang's voice is very nice and slightly magnetic. At this moment, the intonation of the recitation is sometimes low, sometimes vicissitudes of life, and once a word is lost, the whole room is suddenly quiet, everyone is silent in the inexplicable territory of his short four lines of poem.

I have to say that Ni Cang's poem is indeed very good. At least it completely suppressed all the talented scholars just now in terms of artistic conception. They are young but have a deep feeling for life.

Xiao Lang didn't understand poems at all, but he had to cheer for Ni Cang. From the trance expressions of everyone, he knew that this poem touched everyone's hearts. He glanced at Ni Cang faintly, wondering what the strength of this man was? If the force is strong, this person is indeed the dragon among the people.

"Good poems, good poems, the poem of Ni Gongzi may not be so gorgeous, but the artistic conception completely sweeps me and so on. I admire it!"

Cha Mu opened his mouth with a smile, breaking the silence of the hall, and everyone agreed, Yun Zishan's eyes brightened, and the shy smiles on many of the ladies' faces became stronger. Ni Cang smiled faintly, and responded modestly. The smile is sincere, not pretentious at all, and his personality is far above Xiao Kuang and Zuo Ming.

The atmosphere in the court became more active again, but Xiao Lang lowered his head, avoiding the murderous gaze that Dongfang Hongdou swept over from time to time, looking left and right, looking for opportunities to slip away.

From time to time, the sons began to come out to write poetry. For them, such a banquet was no different from the hunting contest. It was the best opportunity to hook up the young lady. The ladies are also very unrestrained, although they don't speak too much, they don't have fiery eyes, and they are bolder and start to show affection to their favorite son in secret.