On the second floor of the Drunken Cloud Pavilion, in the boudoir.

"The beacon fire lasted for three months, and the family letter was worth 10,000 gold."

Oiran Liu Monong secretly looked at Shen Lang's cheeks full of sadness, and muttered this poem silently.

At this time, she had already burst into tears, looking at Shen Lang stupidly.

Why was his eyes so sad?

Why was his expression so bleak?

If you haven't experienced life and death, how can you write such sad verses?

Although this son spends a lot of money, he is so sad.

When people listen to his poems, they can't help but feel pity.

When people saw his face, they couldn't help but feel distressed.

That white hair.

The vicissitudes of life.

The desolation of the body.

People can't help but want to hug him and warm him across thousands of rivers and mountains.

Liu Monong's calm state of mind was messy in an instant.

She was not only moved by Shen Lang's poems, but also full of deep curiosity about Shen Lang.

What kind of person is this white-haired boy?

……

At this time, in the hall, Shen Lang made everyone cry with just one poem.

"Childe, good poetry!"

"We might as well sigh to ourselves."

"Childe, you won."

Those Chang'an geniuses who were onlookers, with tears in their eyes, said to Shen Lang's arrogant back.

In an instant, everyone's attitude towards Shen Lang changed dramatically.

The previous contempt and hatred were replaced in an instant by awe and worship.

The man in white on the side was instantly stunned.

He was waiting to see Shen Lang's jokes, waiting to see how he got out of Pingkangfang.

But now, Shen Lang's poems were like invisible slaps, slapping him in the face.

This, this is absolutely impossible!

This is certainly not what he did, it must have been copied by him!

Thinking of this, he should stabilize his flustered state of mind.

"Don't be fooled by him, this poem must have been plagiarized by him."

"How can a stupid son of a landlord's family compose poetry?"

The boy in white was like a mad dog, barking at Shen Lang non-stop.

"What? Can't afford to lose? ”

Shen Lang turned his head and asked with a smile at the man in white.

"Are you looking for death? Do you know who our son-in-law is? ”

The entourage of the man in white immediately showed his sharp fangs at Shen Lang.

"Lao Tzu doesn't care who you are, if you lose, kneel down and call Lord!"

Shen Lang rolled his eyes and said with a sneer.

What are you kidding, sir, am I scared?

"Say my son-in-law's name, and I'll scare you to death! Ignorant boy, listen up, my son-in-law is the son of the prime minister of the dynasty, the eldest grandson Chong! ”

The entourage of the man in white held his head high and said loudly.

After saying that, he couldn't help but look around to show his bull break!

When the son of the prime minister, the eldest grandson Chong?

Could it be that he is the son of the eldest grandson Wuji?

That's the Founding Father!

Not only that, but he is also the eldest brother of the current saint Li Er!

It's over, this white-haired boy is going to be unlucky.

It's not good for him to provoke anyone, but he provoked this eldest grandson Chong.

It's a pity that this talent!

For a while, the surrounding Chang'an talents couldn't help but cast a regretful look at Shen Lang.

offended the eldest grandson Chong, this talented son will not only have a discredited reputation, but I am afraid that his life will be in danger!

And just when everyone was worried about Shen Lang, Shen Lang's heart instantly blossomed.

It's really a narrow road!

Your eldest grandson, Sun Wuji, suggested that Li Er let me go to the frontier to die, but this account has not been settled with him.

His little rabbit bumped into the muzzle of the gun, which was really an eye-opener!

Kill your son today and respect Lao Tzu!

"Could it be that the son of the prime minister of the dynasty can't afford to lose like this?"

Shen Lang asked with contempt at the eldest grandson.

"You ......"

The eldest grandson stared at Shen Lang viciously, but he was speechless and had no way to refute.

When it comes to writing poetry, I definitely can't write better poems than this kid.

In terms of background, this kid turned out to be an elm pimple, and he didn't eat this set.

If you admit defeat by yourself, kneel down and call him a master.

Isn't the eldest grandson's family disgraced?

This is absolutely unacceptable!

Since this kid toasts and doesn't eat and drink, it can only let him see what it means to be powerful.

Eldest Sun Chong immediately turned his head and glanced at the entourage beside him.

The attendant nodded in understanding, and clenched his fists.

As a disciple of Chang'an, the reason why Changsun Chong took this entourage was not only because he was excited, but also because he had some kung fu.

He usually goes out to bully people, and if he encounters someone who doesn't give face, he can basically leave it to this entourage to solve.

If you encounter hard stubble, reporting your name is enough to make the other party frightened.

In Chang'an, he believed that his father's name was enough to settle everything.

But when he met Shen Lang today, it was obvious that this routine didn't work!

Since the communication is not good, then the only way to do it is to use force!

"Boy, look for death!"

Changsun Chong's entourage immediately roared angrily, and slammed it into Shen Lang with a punch.

As a dog of the eldest grandson's family, he is extremely arrogant.

After all, dogs fight people, and naturally dogs and dogs are different.

Being able to become the dog of the eldest grandson's family is naturally something he is proud of.

Now is the perfect opportunity for his performance, how could he miss it?

This punch was menacing, and it went straight to Shen Lang's eyeballs.

Obviously, he wanted to smash Shen Lang's eyeballs with one punch.

Who has made him blind and ignorant of lifting?

The surrounding Chang'an geniuses instantly gasped.

Some timid people, for fear of seeing the bloody blurred picture, can't help but close their eyes.

At this time, the Oiran willow in the house on the second floor was thick, and the flowers were even more frightened.

Her little heart then rose to her throat, and her palms sweated for Shen Lang.

The bustard on the side was naturally a person who had seen strong winds and waves, but he just took a step back to avoid hurting the innocent.

She still has a smiling expression and is not surprised.

Facing the slightly raised corners of Shen Lang's mouth, and the calmness and calmness on his face, the old bustard's heart couldn't help but be full of curiosity.

This white-haired boy is not only a spendthrift, but also talented.

He didn't even have a trace of fear when he heard the words 'become the prime minister'.

Could it be that his origin is greater than that of Changsun Chong?

What kind of background does he have that makes him so arrogant that he doesn't even care about the son of the prime minister?

Shen Lang's life experience and background are the existence that Lao Bustard is most interested in.

So she stared at Shen Lang with a smile, hoping that he could bring her unexpected surprises.

At this time, Shen Lang still smiled at the punch that came at him.

With the distance suddenly pulled, but he still had no intention of dodging.

Closer, closer!

And just when the fist was about to hit Shen Lang's eyeballs, Shen Lang finally moved.

I saw him strike out like lightning and gently push the arm of his follower.

The incomparably hard fist immediately changed the direction of the attack and smashed it towards the eldest grandson on the side.

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