After all, the visitor was a guest, and Zhao Zijian had already prepared that Zhongli would refuse him, but he didn't expect the other party to come with face, he suppressed the anger in his heart, and quickly made a "please" gesture.

Zhongli arched his hand towards Zhao Zijian and slowly walked out with Zhao Zijian.

There are a lot of people here today, and Zhao Zijian invited many young talents who can be named in the capital to come over and invite them to taste wine and enjoy plum blossoms together.

Zhongli was not shocked when he heard this result, after all, the people in the capital, without worrying about eating or drinking, everyone's daily task is not to moan without illness?

There is a feeling of being worried about the new words.

It's just that many people are looking at Zhongli's body, who doesn't know Zhao Zijian's identity and status?

But when did a man like him come, when the immortal god sat on the ground and sat on a chair? But only the man in front of him was able to be personally invited into the door by Zhao Zijian, why?

"Fourth Prince, I don't know who this person you just brought in is? Why don't you tell us about it? After all, it must be extraordinary that you brought it personally, right? ”

"Yes, yes, this brother looks dignified and imposing, I don't know which family this brother is from, I haven't seen it before."

"Oh? You are talking so happily, I also came to join in the fun, there doesn't seem to be a young talent I don't know in the whole capital! ”

……

Everyone gathered around Zhongli as if they had made an appointment, and opened fire on her.

Zhongli stood in place, but there was no annoyance on his face, he just looked at the fourth prince next to him with a smile, and his face was full of indescribable banter and mockery.

Zhao Zijian was originally annoyed because of Zhong Weisheng, but at this time, he was looked at by his eyes, and he felt a little weak in his heart for some reason, as if the other party was accusing him of deliberately designing this scene for a few days.

Zhao Zijian knew that he was not like this, but when Zhongli looked at him like this, he unconsciously coughed lightly and nodded towards them.

"Don't be in such a hurry, this is the ......"

"He's my brother!"

Zhao Zijian was about to speak, when he heard a voice behind him.

Zhongli also turned his head in surprise and looked at the visitor, and couldn't help but reach out and rub his forehead helplessly.

Why did this man come here?

Isn't it possible to worry that you won't be in the limelight enough?

Now the entire Apocalypse is estimated to be up to eighty-year-old people, down to eight-month-old children, and already knows the fact that their great Apocalypse God of War is not raised, right?

However, although he kept complaining in his heart, he didn't show it on his face, but walked over and smiled softly at Zhao Yiyan, nodded lightly and stood beside him, looking very well-behaved.

"Brother!"

The others gasped and looked at Zhongli again with a more cautious look.

The corners of Zhao Zijian's mouth twitched fiercely twice, he didn't seem to send a post to Zhao Yiyan, so how did he find here?

"King Qingyang, it's really a rare guest, a rare guest! It's just that I heard that King Qingyang is not in good health? Why are you available now? If King Qingyang had said it earlier, I would definitely have given you a post. ”

He spoke sarcastically.

Zhongli couldn't help but change his face, his brows furrowed slightly, he felt that Zhao Zijian didn't need to do this, he was a little inferior!

Zhao Yiyan's face remained unchanged, and he walked towards them step by step, staring at the curious eyes of the others, without the slightest intention of anger.

After all, long after he said this to the emperor, he could already guess the reaction that this incident might cause.

But although Zhao Yiyan has made full preparations in his heart, it does not mean that Zhongli is willing to watch Zhao Yiyan being looked at with such strange eyes.

At this moment, he pulled Zhao Yiyan to the position of his family, and the emotion of protecting the calf in his bones resurfaced.

Zhongli forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, walked over with a smile, looked at everyone present, looked around, and chuckled.

"Hello everyone, I am Zhong Li, the righteous brother of King Qingyang, my surname is Zhong Mingcheng, I am very happy to receive the invitation of the fourth prince, and I am very happy to be able to meet you here."

As the saying goes, reach out and don't hit the smiling person.

Since Zhongli had already said this, the others, whether it was for the sake of King Qingyang or the fourth prince, came over to say hello one after another, as if everything that had embarrassed him just now did not appear.

Zhongli knew that this matter was not so easy to pass, but he was not stunned, and made up his mind to vent his anger for Zhao Yiyan.

Zhao Zijian saw that his statement was not agreed by Zhongli, so he couldn't help but smile and expose this matter without mentioning it.

Now it is the cold winter wax moon, Zhao Zijian asked people to set up a stove in the pavilion in his yard, began to cook wine, and prepared to enjoy the snow and plum together.

And many young talents here have opened their mouths to respond, saying that there is wine, snow and plum blossoms, of course, everyone gathers together, and must write a few poems.

Zhongli couldn't help but look at the group of people who were shouting for poetry in a high-profile manner, and the smile on the corner of his lips slowly turned cold.

What can a group of people like them, who have never experienced anything, write? Not everyone can become a person like Nalan Rongruo.

"Haha, that's a good idea. You don't know, in fact, Mingcheng is very powerful, and this is the skill of lyrics! ”

Zhao Zijian said with a bit of a show off.

Zhongli couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, but Zhao Yiyan over there directly darkened his face.

Zhongli should be from their family, right? What does he mean by showing off like this?

"He's still young, he doesn't deserve such praise from the fourth prince!"

Zhao Yiyan lightly retorted.

Zhongli's face couldn't help but turn red, he was still young? Where is he small?

Why do you always feel weird when you hear such a breakdown? But thinking of the scene where she was standing beside Zhao Yiyan just now, she seemed to be a little shy and lowered her eyes and smiled embarrassedly at everyone.

It seems to mean to say it again, but in fact there is none, it's just nonsense.

At the feet of the Son of Heaven, stomping his feet is a prince and a big official, and the people who can appear here are either rich or expensive, so in the face of Zhao Zijian's undisguised praise, how can he be convinced?

Not to mention that there are those who are afraid that the world will not be chaotic, and there is also the kind of "God is the boss, the emperor is the second, and I am the third", hearing this, he stood up directly and looked at Zhongli with slanted eyes.

"Really? Do you have the ability to stand up and compare with you? I don't know what's so good about you at such a young age. ”

was able to be treated differently by the four princes, and was even protected by King Qingyang.

Zhongli chuckled, pressed the shoulder of Zhao Yiyan, who wanted to stand up for himself, winked at him with a chuckle, and then stood up with a smile.

"That, this son is actually not young anymore, although he is not as big as his brother, but he is also crowned. As for looking smaller, it may be that there was nothing to eat when I was a child, and I won't grow tall if I'm hungry! ”

Her unabashedly words made everyone present involuntarily glance at each other, and looked at him in disbelief.

What's going on?

Could it be said that the person who was favored by King Qingyang and the fourth prince at the same time was still a poor person?

Does this feel like an insult to them to them?

How can they be compared to this hillbilly when they are nobles these days?

"Hmph, don't talk nonsense, doesn't it mean that you can write poetry? Let's make it and listen to it first? ”

The man who had been looking at Zhongli a little provocatively stood up at this time, not hiding his ridicule and disdain for Zhongli at all.

Zhongli sighed softly and touched his nose with some weakness.

Probably, he's stealing again!

"When I think of this scene now, I feel good?"

Everyone didn't expect Zhongli to play cards according to the rules, but everyone thought that she couldn't make a poem in such a short time, and she had already begun to think in her heart about how to make him lose face for a while.

So many people have coaxed to speak.

"Yes, yes! Tell me, even if it's not snow, is it okay? Let's just communicate, hurry! ”

Zhongli nodded lightly, she turned her head and smiled at Zhao Yiyan, coughed lightly, and walked forward step by step in everyone's sight, and finally walked to the front of the pavilion, turned around abruptly, and said the first sentence.

"The boy doesn't know the taste of sorrow and falls in love with the floor. Fall in love with the floor, and worry about the new words. Now I know the taste of sorrow, and I want to talk about it. If you want to say goodbye,"

He said one step at a time, and finally when he walked to Zhao Yiyan's side, he suddenly turned around and said the last sentence.

"But it's cold and autumn!"

The whole scene was silent, and everyone looked at Zhongli, thinking about the sentence that Zhongli had just said in their minds.

"Haha, it's a cool day, it's a good autumn!"

Zhao Zijian was the first to react and praised directly, but looking at Zhongli's gaze, there was a touch of appreciation.

He knew that Zhongli would not let himself down, sure enough!

And the others looked at Zhongli's gaze also changed, no longer with the contempt and ridicule just now, but with a touch of complexity and light sighs.

With Zhongli in front of this jewel, can the poetry meeting be held in the future?

Who could compare to this poem?

The teenager doesn't know the taste of sorrow, and he is worried about the new words.

If the things they write don't have such a deep artistic conception as Zhongli, they must be teenagers who don't know the taste of sorrow and want to be sad about new words, but let them write something deeper than Zhongli, how is it possible?

Yongmei admires the snow, is this possible?

As a result, the whole scene presented an eerie atmosphere of silence.

And Zhao Zijian also seemed to want them to learn a lesson, so he introduced it to everyone with a smile.

"Do you remember the song I said earlier? It was Zhongli who made it. In addition to these, he has another song that I like even more, and that is ......"