The young man surnamed Wang and the young man surnamed Zeng are called "Wang Taishan" and "Zeng Shiqiang" respectively, and the two of them are the best of these literati in the pavilion.

Zeng Shiqiang is a very famous poet near Yueyang City, while Wang Taishan is a poet and piano.

"Alas, the world is unfair!"

The young man surnamed Zeng sighed greatly and said helplessly: "What can I do? ”

The young man surnamed Wang was about to say something with a calm face, but when he turned his head, he saw a white extended maglev car driving in, his face changed, revealing a look of joy, "It should be Miss Mengyue who is here." ”

There was a commotion in the Mochizuki Pavilion, and everyone's eyes turned away, staring at the white car that slowly stopped in front of the pavilion, and even some people's breathing became heavy.

Yu Mengyue, in the hearts of these literati, is a goddess-like existence.

Not because of her beauty and fame, or not all, but because Yu Mengyue has held large and small literary conferences over the years, giving many of them the opportunity to become famous.

It's not that these literati can't hold their own literary meetings, but the problem is, without the blessing of Yu Mengyue's fame, who will read their literary meetings, their poems, and their articles? Who listens?

The door opened, everyone's eyes burned, and the pavilion became so quiet that even the sound of wheezing could be heard.

Then, a tall man in a white robe got out of the car, stood in front of the door, and carefully looked at the people in the Mochizuki Pavilion.

Ahem, ahem, ahem!

The manly demeanor was excellent, but unfortunately a sudden violent cough ruined his image, and his original figure was as straight as a pine, and his bow looked like a boiled lobster.

There are people with sharp eyes, and they can even see the slightest black flame in this man's mouth, and they think that they are dazzled.

Who is this man? Isn't this Mengyue's car? Why is he in the car?

A series of questions popped up in everyone's minds.

At this moment, a slender jade hand reached out and patted the man's back a few times, and the cough gradually weakened.

The man turned around, stood by the door, nodded at the car, and a small and delicate white leather boot stepped out of the car.

Brush!

All eyes suddenly turned away from the man, all on the boot-clad foot, and then upward.

I saw a beautiful woman with skin like condensation, bright and bright, like a fairy, came out of the car, first smiled at the man, and then moved to the autumn waves, everyone in the pavilion saw that God was snatched away, and the soul flew out of the sky.

Her head is combed with a retro-style fallen horse bun, towering and sideways, with her slender and graceful figure, slender waist, beautiful jade neck, white skin, and even more charming and colorful.

A pair of eyes are deep and dark, and the brilliance of the water is shining when looking forward to it, no wonder the fame is far and wide, it is really moving.

Some of the people in the pavilion have seen Yu Mengyue, and some have not, but they are all sluggish and indifferent at the moment, and these ordinary people can't resist this peerless appearance at all.

The woman walked up the stairs, wearing a long gown with blue and white on a white ground, and with her light and graceful, ethereal gait, the wide wide sleeves opened and closed to cover it, which set off her beautiful posture.

"Mengyue."

"Miss Mengyue."

"Don't worry, everyone, make way for Miss Mengyue."

Everyone greeted as if they had just woken up from a dream.

Zhang Xiaotian followed Yu Mengyue step by step, looking at these literati artists with flushed faces and shining eyes, he had a sense of seeing the crazy fans chasing stars in his previous life.

"Who is this man who is following Mengyue?"

Wang Taishan asked with a frown.

To be honest, his brows have not relaxed since he saw Yu Mengyue stretching out her hand to pat Zhang Xiaotian's back.

"I don't know," Zeng Shiqiang said, "It looks like a martial artist." ”

"Warrior?"

Wang Taishan's brows furrowed even tighter, when did Miss Mengyue be so pretentious about a martial artist?

He was quite unhappy in his heart.

This person is arrogant, although he is not a material for martial arts, but he has a very high attainment in qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, especially poetry and piano, which are famous all over the world.

Although this world is respected by martial arts, if Wendao can reach a very high level on the way, it is also very respected.

Wang Taishan is in his thirties, and if he is famous, he will definitely not be as good as Yu Mengyue, but when it comes to his status in the circle, the two are the opposite.

However, this world is respected by martial arts, although Wang Taishan is extremely talented in Wendao, and he also has a high status, and he is also a guest in the guest hall of some big people who love Wendao, but in fact, his secular status is not as good as a martial artist with four or five levels of source power.

Therefore, there is a bit of cynicism in my heart.

He is full of strong contempt and jealousy for warriors.

Since Yu Mengyue was born, Wang Taishan has participated in the literary meetings held by Yu Mengyue many times, and he has won Yu Mengyue's blue eyes with his piano and poetry.

He has always felt that all the women in this world are vulgar things, but this Yu Mengyue is just the opposite, it is really fresh and extraordinary.

Since he participated in Yu Mengyue's literary meeting for the first time, this Wang Taishan has regarded Yu Mengyue as his best partner, and he is generally forbidden, and at this moment, when he saw that she was close to other men, she was still a martial artist, and her heart suddenly surged with anger and sourness.

Vulgar Takefu!

Wang Taishan was disdainful in his mouth, but he was quite ashamed of himself because of Zhang Xiaotian's tall figure, handsome appearance, and chic temperament.

"Hmph, Miss Mengyue must have been temporarily confused by this person's appearance, I will definitely expose his true face and let Miss Mengyue see the roughness under his skin!"

Having made up his mind in his heart, Wang Taishan didn't look at it anymore, and pulled Zeng Shiqiang back to his seat.

"Brother Wang, what's wrong?"

Zeng Shiqiang was inexplicable, he was a native of Yueyang City, and he was very familiar with the marks on Chang Xiaotian's cuffs, and he had long seen that this young martial artist was a member of the Spark Project of Tianfang Company, and he wanted to find a chance to make friends, but he didn't expect to be pulled back by Wang Taishan.

Wen is low and martial arts are high, there are all kinds of people in this world who are low and high, even if there is no resentment in their hearts, most people in the face do not dare to offend too much, after all, it is still rare to have a tendon like Wang Taishan.

At this time, several more cars stopped, and Lu Jun and Yu Mengyue's other bodyguards also got out of the cars, and then each of them scattered in the sea of flowers with a small team.

"Forgive me, my dream moon was in danger a few days ago, and the accident happened again, we had to strengthen security, so I have to forgive me, please forgive me."

It was Zuo Xing who spoke, and he didn't know when he came behind Yu Mengyue, when he was with Yu Mengyue, this shrewd and capable woman always let herself have no sense of existence.

In contrast, Zhang Xiaotian is far behind in this regard, and the momentum he exudes now even faintly suppresses Yu Mengyue.

He didn't mean it, but the momentum of the warrior naturally dispersed.

(End of chapter)