More than a hundred years ago, the butcher Xiao Yanshui destroyed the Yu Dynasty's millions of troops in three battles, and slaughtered millions of civilians along the way. Soldiers came to the city and surrounded Tianyu City for two months, making the Yu Dynasty almost surrendered and destroyed the country.

The Divine Soul City Lord of that generation secretly made a move and handed over a sentence. Yuzong was ecstatic and immediately talked to the hidden sect lord of the previous generation. In the end, Xiao Yanshui had no choice but to retreat and the Yu Dynasty was preserved.

Since that war, the style of the Yu Dynasty has changed. The Yu Dynasty has established a ten-thousand-year no war, and the agreement of paying tribute to the Blood Dynasty of the War Dynasty has been covered by the Soul City. So everyone is enterprising and unwilling to practice martial arts, but pursues ancient poetry. The status of warriors in the dynasty has become lower, but the status of those literati and elegant guests is extremely high. The Yu Dynasty seems to have a deformed heart, anyway, force can’t play with your two dynasties, so let’s play with you...

As a result, there have been countless talents in the Yu Dynasty, countless literary magnates, and even the famous Song masters on the mainland. Everyone can chant a few poems, make a few pictures, and touch a good piano.

Tonight is the day to invite Miss Yue to perform. Naturally, there are countless sons and gentlemen waiting early in the Haitian Pavilion. These people don't say that all of them have a background, at least they can sit on the first floor of the Haitian Pavilion. They all have real skills, and there are several famous writers in Tianyu City.

Today, these writers, young talents, and princes of the Yu Dynasty big family, can be regarded as a real understanding of what a madman is.

"Tonight, this son of the sea and sky pavilion has decided to let the two young ladies wait for the son's favor?"

Although Xiao Lang's words were a bit vague, everyone heard every word clearly, and although Xiao Lang seemed drunk, his words gave everyone the feeling that he did not lie.

And at this moment, the dry smile on Qianxun's face disappeared. Instead, she looked at Xiao Lang with scorching eyes, as if she had very strong confidence in Xiao Lang, making everyone feel that Xiao Lang was playing real.

in other words!

This person prepares a manpower to crush all the sons and writers present, and monopolize the oiran!

Wild son, really wild enough!

Countless princes laughed in anger, and there was an inexplicable smile in the eyes of countless writers. Although the expression was not very clear, the joking was still very obvious. Even many of the friends who accompanied the wine covered their mouths and chuckled, as if they heard a wonderful joke.

No one spoke, no one provoked, everyone just looked at Xiao Lang, waiting for him to overwhelm everyone, or how embarrassed.

Uncle Zhang said: "The wild son, right? I don't know what poetry and painting skills you have? Please show it. As long as you can pass my level, sit on this floor as you like, as long as you can impress the two young ladies. You can go upstairs at will, as long as you can convince everyone present, you can pack this Haitian Pavilion tonight! As for whether you can get the heart of the lady, it depends on your ability!"

Xiao Lang flicked the long hair that was **** indiscriminately behind his back, and sat down on a square table very domineeringly, grabbed a pot of sake on the table, took a sip, closed his eyes and meditated for a moment, then he drank deeply: "Take it. Paper and pen!"

Uncle Zhang nodded slightly, and immediately one of the Qingsong sent a pen and paper, and he personally polished it. Countless numbers swept over, wanting to see what kind of real stuff Xiao Lang has, really can make a shocking masterpiece while drunk?

Xiao Lang naturally has no real material, but his previous life was very fond of Tang poetry and Song Ci. There are hundreds of amazing works that have been passed down through the ages in his mind. Just throw one out, I am afraid that this group can be proud of this group. The talented writer **** in fright.

He grabbed the precious brush with great pride, but he felt a little trembling in his hands, afraid that others would not recognize the words he wrote? Tangled for a moment, then put down the brush and began to ponder.

"Humph!"

Not surprisingly, there was a sneer from countless talented young masters over there, thinking that Xiao Lang had no hills in his chest, he was just pretending, and he was afraid that he would show his feet at this moment!

"Swish!"

Xiao Lang shook his head, once again picked up a pen to draw a symbol on the precious oil shirt paper, but he couldn't stand it anymore after half of it. His handwriting was originally ugly, and he was half drunk at the moment. Cursive script is not like cursive script. It's a **** and can't understand it.

Everyone's eyes swept over again, but they all showed mockery, contempt and sarcasm. Even Uncle Zhang secretly shook his head, thinking that Xiao Lang was really here to go crazy.

"My head is a little dizzy, don't write anymore, girl, please write for me!"

Xiao Lang ignored everyone's gaze, threw the pen on the table, and said to the grinded Qing. Uncle Zhang groaned and nodded, then Qinghao lifted the pen and said softly, "Master, please say!"

The corners of Xiao Lang's mouth showed a smile again, and he leaned over, and said in the ear of the Qingyao: "Hey, come with your ears, I'll read you to write, don't show this group of pens after you finish, show you ladies. ! If you can see it, let this young man go up for a night and feel so sleepy!"

"Okay!" Qinghao stepped back slightly, nodding lightly.

Xiao Lang squinted his eyes and looked at the Qing 倌 for a long time. He saw that the Qing 倌's face was red and his ears were red. He sighed and leaned forward and whispered: "The rain is fine, the wind is slanting, and the spring is quietly thanking her mother. Just outside the curtain. The end of the world, why must it be covered by clouds. Chuan Jinhan, Chaiyu cold, drunk and awakened. One spring to cleanse the hairpin, lonely for a few years."

This is a song by Xu Di, the great writer of the Song Dynasty, before Xiao Lang, "Happy to Move the Orioles? Dove Rain", which describes the tragic story of a woman in the brothel and a talented man. Xiao Lang is in the brothel at this moment, so he has taken it over .

This word has a beautiful artistic conception, and it was written from the perspective of a woman in a brothel. What only made Xiao Lang a little surprised was that after listening to this, the Qing dynasty had no response. He didn't write and didn't speak, as if he was stupid.

Xiao Lang and Qianxun looked at each other, blinked, and the literati and high-profile guests were also confused. Until a moment, the Qinghao suddenly covered his face and rushed away, unexpectedly went directly to the second floor.

After a while, she walked down again and brought a sentence that caused an uproar in the audience: "Invite Miss Yue Lian Xing, please go to the second floor, and the rest of the sons and distinguished guests, sorry to invite Miss Yue to cancel the performance tonight, please Come back in five days!"

"Wow!"

The first floor was suddenly fried, but with a poem, the two young ladies invited upstairs at the same time. There was only one person in the past year and that was Song Xiaoyu, the son of the Song family.

Today, there was another person, the wild son.

"Well, it's pretty good!"

Xiao Lang grinned, shook his head at Qianxun, and swayed upstairs in an incomparably windy manner, leaving behind a group of dumbfounded master writers and countless curious young men. What is this amazing work? Did you attract two young ladies at the same time?

Xiao Lang didn't care how shameless it was to steal poetry no matter what others thought. At this moment, he felt like he wanted to do whatever he wanted. He didn't care or care about anything.

So after he walked up to the second floor, he saw two young ladies sitting on the rooftop outside and playing the piano, one standing faintly on the white jade fence and looking at the Soul Sea, both of them turned their backs to him, with light veil on their heads. . The most important thing is...they came in, they didn't turn their heads, nor did they greet or say hello. Xiao Lang's heart suddenly became dull, he scratched his head, glanced unexpectedly, turned around and walked downstairs.

Under the dumbfounded gaze of a group of young masters and writers, Xiao Lang shook his body, strode out, walked to the door and turned back to Uncle Zhang and said, "The boss, your lady has a very poor service attitude. , It's not fun at all, my son should continue to go to other buildings to book a place!"