More than a hundred years ago, the butcher Xiao Lushui wiped out the millions of troops of the Yu Dynasty in three battles, slaughtered and killed tens of millions of civilians along the way, and besieged Tianyu City under the city for two months, so that the Yu Dynasty almost surrendered and destroyed the country.

The Divine Soul City Lord of that generation secretly made a move, handed over a word, Yu Zong was ecstatic and immediately talked to the Hidden Sect Master of the previous generation, and finally Xiao Luoshui had no choice but to retreat, and the Yu Dynasty was preserved.

Since that war, the style of the Yu Dynasty has changed, and the Yu Dynasty has made an agreement not to go to war for 10,000 years, and to pay tribute to the Blood Dynasty of the War Dynasty every year, and there is a secret shroud in the Divine Soul City. As a result, everyone did not lose their enterprising intentions to cultivate martial arts, but pursued ancient poetry. The status of the warriors in the dynasty became low, but the status of those literati and scholars was extremely high. The Yu Dynasty seems to have a kind of deformed heart, and the force can't play your two dynasties anyway, so let's play with you...

As a result, there were countless talents, countless literary giants, and the famous Song family in the mainland, and everyone could chant a few poems, make a few paintings, and stroke a good piano.

Tonight is the day to invite Miss Yue to perform, and there are naturally countless sons and gentlemen waiting in Haitian Pavilion early. Not to mention that all of these people have backgrounds, at least they can sit on the first floor of Haitian Pavilion, they all have real skills, and a few of them are famous writers in Tianyu City.

Today, these writers, young talents, and sons of big families of the Yu Dynasty can be regarded as truly understanding what it means to be a madman.

"Tonight, this Haitian Pavilion, this son has made a decision, let the two young ladies wait for this son to be pampered?"

Xiao Lang's words, although he was a little vague, everyone could hear every word clearly, and although Xiao Lang looked drunk, this sentence gave everyone the feeling that he was not lying.

And at this moment, the dry smile on Chihiro's face disappeared, but he looked at Xiao Lang with burning eyes, and seemed to be full of extremely strong confidence in Xiao Lang, making everyone feel that Xiao Lang was playing for real.

In other words!

This man is ready to overwhelm all the sons and writers present by himself, and monopolize the Oiran!

Wild boy, wild enough!

Countless sons laughed angrily, and countless writers showed an inexplicable smile in their eyes, although the expression was not very clear, but the meaning of banter was still very obvious. Even many of the Qingqi who accompanied the wine covered their mouths and chuckled, as if they had heard an excellent joke.

No one spoke, no one opened their mouths to provoke, everyone just looked at Xiao Lang, waiting for him to overwhelm everyone, or how to make a fool of himself.

Uncle Zhang spoke: "Wild boy, right? I don't know what poetry and painting skills you have? Please show me, as long as you can pass my level, you can sit on this floor at will, as long as you can impress the two young ladies, you can go up to the second floor at will, as long as you can convince everyone present, you can wrap this Haitian Pavilion tonight! As for whether you can win the heart of the young lady, it completely depends on your ability!"

Xiao Lang shook off the long hair that was tied up haphazardly behind his back, sat down on a square table with great domineering, grabbed a pot of sake on the table, raised his head and poured a sip, closed his eyes and pondered for a moment, and drank: "Bring a pen and paper!"

Uncle Zhang bowed slightly, and immediately a cleaner sent a pen and paper and polished it for him personally. Countless eyes swept over, wanting to see what Xiao Lang really had, and he could really make a shocking feat while he was drunk?

Xiao Lang naturally has no real materials, but in his previous life, he liked Tang poems and Song lyrics very much, and he had hundreds of amazing works that have been passed down through the ages in his mind, and he threw one out casually, I am afraid that it can scare this group of pretentious talented writers.

He grabbed the precious brush very proudly, but he felt that his hand trembled a little, and he was afraid that others would not recognize the words he wrote, right?

"Humph!"

Not surprisingly, there was a sneer from countless talented sons over there, thinking that Xiao Lang had no hills and valleys in his chest, he was just pretending, and he was afraid that he was about to show his feet at this moment!

"Boom!"

Xiao Lang shook his head, and once again picked up the pen and drew a ghost on the precious oil-shirted paper, but he couldn't read half of it, his words were ugly, and he was half-drunk at the moment, cursive is not like cursive, even if it is a fairy, he can't understand it.

Everyone's eyes swept over again, but all of them showed mockery, contempt and ridicule, and even Uncle Zhang secretly shook his head, thinking that Xiao Lang was really here to get drunk and crazy.

"I'm a little dizzy, don't write it, girl, write it for me!"

Xiao Lang ignored everyone's gaze, threw the pen on the table, and said to the grinding Qingqi. Uncle Zhang groaned and nodded, then Qingqi lifted the pen and said softly: "Son, please speak!"

The corners of Xiao Lang's mouth once again showed a smile rather than a smile, leaned over, and said in the ear of this Qingqi: "Hehe, you come with your ears, I will read your writing, don't show this group of bad pens after writing, show it to your young lady!

"Okay!" Qingqi stepped back slightly and nodded lightly.

Xiao Lang squinted his eyes, looked at this Qingqi for a long time, and saw that this Qingqi was red-faced, so he sighed lightly and leaned over, and said softly: "The dove rain is thin, the swallow wind is slanting, and the spring is quietly thanking my mother's family." Outside the curtain is the end of the world, why bother with twilight clouds. The gold is cold, the hairpin is cold, and the drunkenness is still awake. A spring grooming is not hairpins, and a few lonely Shaohua. ”

This is a song by Xiao Lang's previous Song Dynasty writer Xu Di "Happy Migration Warbler • Dove Rain", which describes the tragic story of a woman in the Qinglou and a talented man who fell in love with each other, Xiao Lang was in the Qinglou at the moment, so he stole it at will.

The artistic conception of this word is very beautiful, and it is still written from the perspective of a woman in a green house. It's just that to Xiao Lang's surprise, this Qingqi didn't react after listening to it, and he didn't use his pen or speak, as if he was stupid.

Xiao Lang and Chihiro glanced at each other and blinked, and the full room of literati and high-rollers was also confused. Until a moment, the Qing Qi suddenly covered his face and ran away, and actually went directly to the second floor.

After a while, she walked down again, bringing a sentence that caused an uproar in the audience: "Miss Yueyue Lianxing, please go up to the second floor with a wild and unrestrained son, and the rest of the prince's distinguished guests, I'm sorry that Miss Yueyue canceled the performance tonight, please come back in five days!"

"Wow!"

The first floor suddenly exploded, just with a poem to make the two young ladies invite the two young ladies upstairs at the same time, there is only one person for more than a year, and that is the son of the Song family, Song Xiaoyu.

Today, there is another person, a wild son.

"Well, it's kind of knowledgeable!"

Xiao Lang grinned, shook his head at Qianxun, and staggered upstairs with great gusto, leaving behind a group of dumbfounded sons and writers, as well as countless curious Qingqi, what kind of amazing work was it? It actually attracted two young ladies to be summoned at the same time?

Xiao Lang doesn't care what others think, and he doesn't care how shameless it is to steal poetry. At this moment, he had a feeling of doing whatever he wanted, he didn't care about anything, he went leisurely, and completely let go of his shape.

So after he walked up to the second floor, he saw two young ladies sitting on the rooftop outside stroking the qin, and the other standing faintly on the white jade fence looking at the sea of souls, both with their backs to him and light veils on their heads. And most importantly... They came in, and neither of them turned their heads, nor did they greet them or anything. Xiao Lang's heart suddenly became boring, scratched his head, actually glanced at it, turned around and walked downstairs.

Under the stunned gaze of a group of sons and writers, Xiao Lang shook his body, strode out, and turned back to Uncle Zhang when he walked to the door and said: "This boss, your young lady's service attitude is very poor, it's not fun at all, this son should continue to go to other buildings to charter the venue!"