No one spoke, and everyone's eyes flashed with disbelief. Is this Nguyen Yanluo? The madman county lord Ruan Yanluo? How could it be so different overnight?

Yet whether they believed it or not, it did happen, and it happened right under their noses.

"Lord Yanluo, please take the bar." Nangong Min's restrained voice came: "They are young and naughty, and the lord of Yanluo County should not pay attention to their nonsense." ”

One sentence seemed to be a reproach, but it easily relieved everyone's encirclement, and someone immediately chimed in: "Yes, it's just a joke, don't mind the county lord of Yanluo." ”

"Lord Yanluo, let's write a poem, we can't wait to taste it."

Ruan Yanluo, who was no longer crazy, made them feel a huge pressure from the bottom of their hearts, and no one dared to underestimate her anymore, and even changed their title to the respectful and respectful Lord of Yanluo.

Ruan Yanluo lifted the corners of his lips disdainfully, took the wine vessel from Nangong Jin's hand, and chuckled: "King Jin's poetry will not be able to express it until the next round." ”

Taking a sip of wine, Ruan Yanluo put the wine vessel aside, picked up the pen and paper again, and wrote down a poem one stroke at a time.

Blowing very carefully, he handed the paper to Lan Yue, and said lightly: "Read it well." ”

Lan Yue swept the poems on the paper with a condensed expression, nodded clearly, walked to the center of the venue and slowly spoke: "There has always been a general cycle of heavenly fortune, and good and evil are like a rotation. Even if the sky loses its discernment, there is its own Shura in the world. ”

Her voice was cold, cold, with an indescribable gloomy meaning, a poem read, it seemed that even the sun was a little weaker, and the peach forest was stirred by the wind, making a roar like a hellish spring.

The people sitting by the stream only felt cold, and the hairs on their necks stood up. Du Xiwu did something bad the day before yesterday, and he felt very obvious, but he felt that the ghost in the poem was full of meaning, as if someone was coming to him to ask for his life.

Subconsciously looked up at Ruan Yanluo, but saw a smile on the corner of her lips, her eyes were cold, and her eyes fell on him like a dead person.

A spirit was all over his body, and he lowered his head violently and gasped for breath.

The events of that day won't be known by Ruan Yanluo, right? Otherwise, why would she look at herself like this?

This Ruan madman is surprisingly bold after he is not crazy, he dared to beat him like a pig's head after just saying a few words that day, this time he did this kind of thing, the original goal was to go to Ruan Yanluo himself, I don't know what bold thing she is going to do.

secretly made a decision in his heart, no matter whether Ruan Yanluo really knew about that matter or not, as long as he hid in his home as soon as the Flower God Banquet was over, he would avoid the limelight first.

"Good scenery, how can you make such a gloomy poem?" Nangong Min frowned and broke the silence: "Lord Yanluo, everyone's poetry is scared by you. ”

"It's Yan Luo's fault, Yan Luo drank this wine to make amends." Ruan Yanluo drank all the wine in the wine vessel, and suddenly said with a smile: "Since this poem has been written, it can't be thrown away, so it's better to give it to ......."

His eyes looked around, and fell on Du Xiwu's body again, and he said in a tone: "Give it to Du Sangongzi!" ”

Du Xiwu, who was third in the family, raised his head reflexively when he heard Ruan Yanluo call him by name.

Hearing this, everyone actually felt a sense of relief, and they knew quite well the reason why Ruan Yanluo chose Du Xiwu. Du Xiwu's reputation in the court is known to these people, basically it can be said that it is full of evil, this poem contains a very strong meaning of karma, and giving it to Du Xiwu can be regarded as the right person.

Ruan Yanluo had already stood up, walked to Du Xiwu's side, and said with a smile: "This poem is given to Du Gongzi, Du Gongzi should be well kept." ”

Regardless of whether Du Xiwu wanted it or not, Ruan Yanluo forced the paper into his hand, leaned down with the action of stuffing things, and said coldly in Du Xiwu's ear: "God wants you to die, you can not die, I want you to die, you will definitely die!" ”

The palm of his hand slapped three times on Du Xiwu's shoulder, as if it was a sign of death, and Ruan Yanluo floated back to his original position.

Du Xiwu's face was white, if he didn't know that the events of that night had been learned by Ruan Yanluo, he would be the stupidest pig in the world!

Not only did she know about the events of that night, but she also told him so unabashedly that she was going to kill him.

This is the royal inner garden, there are nearly 100 children of officials and eunuchs sitting in a small place, and there are even princes and princesses, Du Xiwu himself is a relative of the emperor, who dares to say that he wants to kill him? Who would dare to say that they were going to kill him in such a place?

But this woman dared, she told him word by word in front of the public: God wants him to die, he can not die, she wants him to die, he will die!

Sweat rolled down from his back, it was not too hot weather, but Du Xiwu was sweaty. The breeze blew, and he shivered from the cold, and an even colder chill came up from his bones, making him feel like he had fallen into icy water, and his limbs and bones could not move.

The voice that Ruan Yanluo made in his ears just now was like a Shura from hell, with endless forest and coldness, wanting to skin him and tear him apart, Ling Chi was gone.

The graceful affairs of the winding water were still going on, but Du Xiwu couldn't feel anything anymore, and there was only one thing left for him to feel: boundless fear.

Ruan Yanluo poured a new wine vessel full of wine and put it on the tray, and put the tray into the water again, which was a coincidence, the tray stopped after only one turn, and stopped right in front of Nangong Ling.

Although he was frightened by Ruan Yanluo just now, the charm of King Tianyao Ling was endless, and dozens of pairs of eyes of admiration and anticipation immediately fixed on Nangong Ling's body, waiting to see what kind of poems he would give.

Nangong Ling stretched out his hand to fish out the tray, hooked the wine glass with his slender and powerful fingers, and said indifferently: "Three thousand weak water, I will only take one scoop to drink, this king can't make poems, so drink this scoop." ”

His eyes turned on Ruan Yanluo, raised his head and drank the wine in the vessel, and then put the wine vessel on the table for a meal, and actually didn't go down again.

This is not in accordance with the rules, how can you play without a wine bottle? But the person who did this thing was King Ling, and no matter how unruly things were done by him, they would become beyond, because in Tianyao, he was the rule.

Nangong Min frowned, but she still didn't want to offend this younger brother, she stood up and said, "It's not too early, there is still a horse race in the afternoon, so it's better to disperse." ”

Nangong Min is the most qualified person among all the participants in the Flower God Banquet, even Nangong Ling and Nangong Jin are not qualified enough for her, so as soon as she speaks, even if the others are not happy, it is not easy to say anything, they say goodbye to each other, and they disperse in twos and threes.