Infinite inner roll, roll up and roll me to be invincible!

The proprietress of Feihe Restaurant, named Yu Xuanji, no one knows her origin, only knows that she is very mysterious, and her cooking skills are supernatural, but the public display of cooking skills has only been cooked once for the birthday of the emperor ten years ago.

There were also people who inquired about her details in private, but they didn't know anything, and over time, they gave up.

The reserves of Feihe Restaurant were sufficient, coupled with Yu Xuanji's superb cooking skills, so soon the dishes were ready, and all of them were served in front of Jiang Ling, a whole more than three hundred dishes, and put together several tables.

Looking at the delicious dishes in front of him, Jiang Ling's saliva is about to flow down, food, no one can ever refuse!

"Gongzi, how can such a dish not be accompanied by jade liquid and wine?" Yu Xuanji immediately took out a few crystal clear jade vials, just by looking at the appearance, he knew that the wine contained in it was extraordinary.

"Is that plum wine?" Among the diners, someone recognized it.

"It is said that this wine is brewed by the proprietress using the most blooming plum blossoms in the cold winter, and the yield is extremely low, when the emperor of the empire was born, she was only willing to take out one bottle, and now she takes out five bottles at once?"

"Sure enough, this beautiful boy's banknote ability impressed the boss lady!"

"If I can take a sip, I will have no regrets in this life."

Yu Xuanji just opened a jade bottle, and the aroma of wine had already filled the entire restaurant, and even the pedestrians outside stopped to watch to see what big people came to the restaurant today.

"This prince, please fill this cup!" Yu Xuanji poured it for Jiang Ling, and the two clinked glasses, which made everyone envious for a while.

There are plum blossom wine, and the beauty hostess is accompanied, gee, it's really before the flowers and the moon, if it weren't for the restaurant, everyone thought they had come to the wind and moon place.

After three rounds of drinking, Jiang Ling's face was already slightly red, and Yu Xuanji's cheeks were flushed.

"I wonder if Gongzi can compose poetry?"

"A little bit of understanding."

"Then why don't Gongzi write a poem for the slave family on the topic of plum blossoms?" Yu Xuanji looked forward to it.

"It seems that the proprietress is going to recruit a husband for herself again through poetry today, haha." Everyone laughed loudly, and then the discussion after sentence made Jiang Ling understand.

It turned out that this proprietress Yu Xuanji loved plum blossoms, so much so that in the separate courtyard behind the restaurant, plum blossoms were planted, and every winter and moon, she invited a group of literati to come to admire plums.

Moreover, Yu Xuanji also said that if anyone could write a poem on the theme of her outstanding demeanor and plum blossoms to impress her, she would recruit that person as a husband, and if that person was a husband with a wife, she would be willing to be a concubine in the second room.

It's just that after holding the plum appreciation meeting for so many years, the literati of Varan City and almost the entire Tianyuan Continent have come, but none of the poems written by anyone have satisfied her.

Over time, the matter of the plum appreciation conference has also been known to everyone!

"What's so hard about that?" Jiang Ling smiled slightly, "Pen come, ink come, paper come, inkstone come!"

Soon, pen, ink and paper were placed on the table in front of Jiang Ling.

"The slave family sharpens the ink for you." Yu Xuanji directly polished the ink with plum blossom wine, and suddenly the fragrance of ink and wine overflowed, which made people sigh.

"You say, can this beautiful boy write verses that satisfy the lady?"

"So rich, maybe a beautiful boy, can't get the stomach not so much ink!"

"I don't think it's necessarily, such a rich family must have been cultured since childhood, not to mention the masterpieces handed down, at least it will not be shameful!"

"I'm optimistic about him, he has that confidence on his face." Everyone was talking about it, and their eyes were looking at Jiang Ling, because at this time, Jiang Ling had already begun to write.

The pen wanders the dragon, and the ink of plum blossom wine emits a unique fragrance on the paper.

Yu Xuanji watched intently until Jiang Ling finished writing a whole sentence, and she said in her mouth.

"Zhongfang shook Du Xuanyan and occupied the amorous Xiaoyuan." When this sentence was pronounced, Yu Xuanji's eyes were actually moist, and Meimu looked at Jiang Ling's eyes, revealing a trace of affection.

"Zhongfang shook Du Xuanyan and occupied the amorous Xiaoyuan." After hearing this poem, the diners present also pondered, and then suddenly enlightened.

"A hundred flowers wither, unique plum blossoms bloom in the cold winter, and the bright and gorgeous scenery occupies the scenery in the entire small garden."

"Gee, with the brilliance of plum blossoms means the grace of the boss lady, a pun, a good sentence, a good sentence!"

"In this sentence, the words 'alone' and 'exhausted' are the most expressive, showing the unique living environment and fascinating charm of plum blossoms to the fullest!"

"I have no culture, and I am a lying groove to go to the world." At this moment, even diners who do not understand Chinese and ink, after listening to this poem, they will be awe-inspiring, and there is a tremor of the soul in their bones.

At this time, Jiang Ling also put down his pen, because he had completed the last sentence.

All the diners did not wait for Yu Xuanji to read out, and they all gathered at the table, and then said in unison.

"The shadow is oblique, the water is shallow, and the dark fragrance is floating at dusk!"

"The sparse shadow of plum blossoms, slanting across the shallow water, the quiet fragrance floating under the dusk-like moonlight, this sentence is the real charm!"

After reading this sentence, everyone has numbed their scalps, and they thought that the beginning was the peak, but they didn't expect that the latter sentence was the real finishing touch!

"Awesome, awesome!" The rest of the people present, except for the one, did not speak, because they did not know what to say to describe this poem, and felt that all words were pale and weak in front of this Yongmei poem.

After a long time, someone came back to his senses: "This must be the swan song of Yongmei that has been passed down through the ages!"

"Once this poem comes out, how dare future generations sing Mei again?"

"The swan song of the ages, the pinnacle of Yongmei!"

Everyone stayed where they were, still savoring the poem, but they felt that their brains were not enough.

Yu Xuanji's poem was even more tearful, and her eyes were staring at the ink-scented verses on the paper.

"Ordinary!" Suddenly, Yu Xuanji suddenly threw herself into Jiang Ling's arms, which caught Jiang Ling a little off guard, and sighed that he was really wet with one hand!

After half a ring, Yu Xuanji wiped her tears, and the makeup on her face was about to cry.

"Gongzi, does this poem have a name?"

"Not yet named."

"How about it be called "Gift Yu Xuanji"?"

"Good!" Jiang Ling picked up a pen and wrote four big characters for Yu Xuanji before the poem.

"Boom!" As soon as the topic was written, a mighty righteous qi emerged from Jiang Ling's body, rushing straight to the sky, and then an illusory figure appeared in the sky above Varan City.

That illusory figure, wearing a Confucian crown on his head and a Confucian robe, holding a carving knife in his right hand and a roll of bamboo tablets in his left hand.

"It's a Confucian sage!" Someone exclaimed.

"His poem actually attracted a Confucian sage?"