Carey and Dudian came to the conspicuous steps above the hall, and Carey cleared his throat and said aloud, "Everyone—" The high-pitched tone immediately attracted the attention of the chattering nobles from all over the hall, and the originally whispering hall fell silent in an instant. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 He straightened the tie on his chest, a gentleman's smile appeared on his face, and said, "Welcome to St. Petersburg, today is a solemn day, you all know that our Elemental Temple has recently given birth to a new 'Era' medal winner, in the three-hundred-year history of the Sylvia Giant Wall, there are only seventeen people who have won this medal!" ”

"Each and every one of them is a figure who influences an era!"

Facing the eyes of many nobles, he smiled slightly, without any restraint, and said in a still authentic manner: "I believe that you have heard of the name of the new textile machine, and you have all seen this masterpiece given by the God of Light." ”

Some of the nobles below had a smile on their faces, and said in line with his words: "I've seen it, I use it at home." ”

"It's a great work of art!"

"Praise be to the Almighty God of Light!"

Carey smiled slightly and said: "The emergence of new textile machines is not only to improve the efficiency of textiles, but an inspiration given to us by the God of Light, which is a grand blueprint, in the future, you will see a lot of new great masterpieces, so that our lives are better and better." ”

There was applause from below.

Carey smiled and said: "As a foreshadowing, I won't say too much, tonight is just a banquet, everyone just have fun, let's invite our protagonist of this banquet, the winner of the medal of the times, the creator of the new textile machine, Mr. Dudian!" ”

As his words fell, Dudian, who was waiting beside him, stepped up the steps, standing at the highest place in the hall, which was also the brightest and most eye-catching place, he looked around at the many nobles below, and suddenly remembered that he had attended a banquet many years ago when he was a scavenger, and the protagonist at that time was Mel Shaya, the daughter of the Mel family, and he was just a small person in a dark corner that no one noticed.

"Thank you for coming." Dudian smiled calmly, without any timidity or weakness on his face, and when he finished speaking, his eyes also turned to Srudy in the audience, who had a smile on his face and did not have the slightest hostility, clapping his hands in congratulations. If it were an ordinary person, he might think that the other party had released his suspicions, but Du Dian could feel from his experience of hunting monsters many times that there was a deep coldness under this smile, and it could also be seen from the market in Pine Cone Town, this matter would not stop there, however, he did not look cold, on the contrary, he also showed a gentle smile.

Looking away, Dudian glanced at the other nobles, in addition to the top nobles like Srudy, there were also Abel of the Milan family, and Mays of the Mel family, as well as more than a dozen other characters with the same extraordinary temperament, behind these people, I saw Fulin standing in the crowd, clubbing his cane, his back slightly crooked, and a pleased smile on his face.

Mace in the crowd looked at Du Dian on the stage, his face showed a little surprise, he didn't expect that this young man who was not dressed luxuriously was actually the protagonist of tonight and the winner of the medal of the times. Thinking of the other party's sarcasm before, his face was blue and red, and his eyes showed a little anger, but he quickly restrained himself, with a faint smile on his face.

Dudian saw Aniya at the back of the crowd, and next to her stood a slightly older middle-aged man and a noblewoman in a velvet coat, although she was dressed appropriately and showed her nobility, but compared to the jeweled clothes of the other nobles around her, it was very low-key.

As he stared past, Aniya felt his gaze and cast eager eyes.

After Du Dian touched it, he took it back, and said softly: "I met a childhood friend before, and I promised to make a poem for her, take this opportunity, I will make a fool of myself on the spot, and please don't make fun of it." ”

Carey next to him was slightly stunned, composing poetry? Do you also write poetry?

Many nobles under the steps were also stunned, but they quickly reacted, and someone immediately laughed: "It is our honor to hear the poems composed by the winners of the 'Times' medal, Mr. Du is really versatile!" ”

"Young and promising......"

The other nobles also said immediately, most of the nobles who spoke were the nobles in the middle and back rows, and the top nobles of the various consortia in front of them all smiled slightly and did not speak.

Dudian glanced at Srudi in the crowd, and some modern poems he saw from the superchip came to his mind, and immediately recited them gently:

"If I love you—"

"It's never like a climbing flower, borrowing your high branches to show off."

"If I love you—"

"Never learn from the infatuated birds, repeat monotonous songs for the greenery;"

"It's not just like a fountain, it brings cool comfort all year round;"

"It's not just like a dangerous peak, increase your height, and set off your majesty."

"Even daylight."

"Even spring rain."

"No, that's not enough!"

"I must be a kapok near you, standing with you as the image of a tree."

The faint verses slowly read out of Dudian's mouth, and the restless voices in the hall became quiet, echoing only the clear voice of the young man, and the poetry that revealed a sense of arrogance in the beauty.

At this point, Dudian did not continue to read the second half of the poem, which is called "To the Oak Tree", a love poem by a female poet, and the second half is more feminine, so he kept it.

When they heard Du Dian's voice did not sound again for a long time, everyone knew that the poem had come to an end, and for a while, many nobles showed a little surprise in their eyes, although most of them did not understand poetry, but the nobles' love for drama and poetry, music and other arts is perennial edification, in the eyes of the nobles, often etiquette and artwork are more expensive than money and wealth.

"Good poetry!" An obese middle-aged aristocrat cheered on the spot.

The other nobles came back to their senses and immediately applauded.

Aniya, who was standing at the back of the crowd, was slightly stunned when she heard it, and the scene that impressed her many years ago suddenly appeared in front of her eyes again, on the side of the cold and windy street, the little boy who faced himself with sharp questions but looked calm, just like the sentence that Fang just recited, "It is not like a climbing flower, show off yourself through your high branches", although she had not heard it. What is Ling Xiaohua', but it does not prevent her from understanding the general meaning of the poem, the implied stubbornness and backbone pierced deeply into her heart, just like the young man's dark and deep eyes, so that she could not look directly, the eager smile on her face suddenly fell silent, and she slowly lowered her head. (To be continued.) )