Unlike everyone else, that Mo Gongzi came up for a leisurely stroll.

"Everyone, in Xia Mo Yangyu, from Kunshan, I have met you."

The momentum of holding his head high, just like in the garden of his mansion, is that he organized this 'poetry club'.

When Lan Chen sneered at him in his heart, the people around him were full of amazement.

Seeing that Lan Chen was interested, he quietly asked, "Brother Zhao, what's wrong?" Who is Mo Yangyu, how can he amaze Deer and others? ”

"Brother Lan doesn't know 'Kunshan Mo's'"

"I don't know."

"Ha......" Zhao Sien smiled awkwardly, "I don't know if I should talk about the frog at the bottom of your well, but if you live in the boudoir for a long time, it is reasonable to say that you don't know." It is said that the land of Kunshan suppressed many demons and monsters, and it was a great forbidden place in the Daqian Dynasty. ”

"It is said that it is a forbidden place, but in fact it is free to enter and exit, but life and death are unpredictable."

"And the Mo family, who has been guarding Kunshan for generations, and the descendants are all miracle people, and the talent of the miracle is even more powerful, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is the 'first family of miracle ability'."

"Although there are rising stars, the Mo family has long lost its former glory, but the perennial heritage is there, how can it be compared to the sporadic juniors, the skinny camel is bigger than the horse."

Lan Chen smiled, as if he heard the faint unconvincing from Zhao Sien's tone, and it was clear that the latter sentence could be done without saying it.

"But Brother Lan, I have a question."

"Please."

"What do you think...... How about that poem I just had? ”

"This? Good poetry, good poetry! In my humble opinion, Brother Zhao's poems can still come out on top. ”

This fart was patted, and his face was red with shame.

Zhao Sien was not arrogant, and waved his hand again and again to show his modesty, "Brother Lan is still smiling, I still know my level, but I never thought that there would be such a competition as chanting, alas, I am not well prepared." ”

"yes." Lan Chen looked at Mo Yangyu not far away in silence.

This person who is fully prepared is also full of words and words, hyper-powerful and powerful, and has rhyme.

It's just that...... There is no emotion, no poetic soul.

In the previous life, let alone three hundred, three thousand, thirty thousand can't be Mo Yangyu's poems!

However, this thunderous applause was also firmly rooted in Lan Chen's heart.

Not only the audience, but even the few people in the Sun Mansion on the stage couldn't help but stand up and applaud.

Although they already knew the subject, they were deeply admired for being able to make such a great work.

"It is worthy of the Mo family, it has inherited martial arts, and even the poetry and songs are not bad, it is really both civil and military. I'm Zhao someone, and I'm willing to bow down. After giving up his hand in the air, Zhao Sien poked Lan Chen and said, "Brother Lan, you are the only one left, alas, it would have been good if I knew that you would have appeared earlier, it is better for us to retreat from the edge first, and this level is not good." ”

"It's okay, it's okay." Lan Chen couldn't cry or laugh.

With a wave of his hand, he pushed away the crowd and came to the middle.

Mo Yangyu was still there, bending slightly to the surroundings, enjoying everyone's compliments, and when he caught a glimpse of Lan Chen coming up, he couldn't help but be stunned, and then looked at Lan Chen with a frown, looking at the person who Deng Lao had specially explained to be careful.

"Oh? Who is this benevolent brother? ”

"Compete to recruit relatives."

"Haha!" As if hearing a big joke, Mo Yangyu couldn't help but say arrogantly, "Brother Ren, you are too unlucky." ”

"I just didn't want to humiliate you, so I also thought about letting you wait first, and waited for me to appear on the stage when it was almost over, I never thought that there would be such a fish as you slipping through the net."

These words fell on the ears of the princes, although they were indignant, but they were also indisputable facts.

Ashamed, he pressed their heads so hard that he didn't even dare to raise his head.

"Alas, mourn, unlucky, but I also admire you, and you dare to appear behind me." Mo Yangyu even raised his hand and patted Lan Chen's shoulder, showing the pride of the winner without hesitation.

Lan Chen dropped his shoulders slightly, got rid of Mo Yangyu's arrogance first, and then stepped forward and said, "Please go down and listen to He Shi." ”

A few steps forward, placed in the middle position, Lan Chen raised his hand to support the fan, pretending to raise his momentum, and the fan slowly swayed in his hand, as if it had a little more rhyme.

The sharp-eyed person also found the clue, and when he looked closely, the paper was purple!

The old lady on the stage stood up even more excitedly, staring at the folding fan, so envious.

"Grandma, what's wrong?" Sun Miaomiao said curiously.

"That fan, that fan is so beautiful, it fits perfectly with my purple dress. Looking at the color, it doesn't look like a previous treasure, but more like a recent output, so I don't know who that son is. ”

Sun Miaomiao smiled, she also knew the origin of the folding fan.

Fang Hui's shopkeeper gave this 'gold foil purple paper fan as a gift' to Lan Chen yesterday.

And now the cloth of the aromatherapy cloth merchant has not yet been made, which means that in addition to the purple clothes of the ancestor of Sun Mansion, there is only the 'fan' in Lan Chen's hand.

It just so happened that Sun Miaomiao also expected her grandmother to leave a good impression, and immediately picked up her words and said, "Grandma, he is Lan Chen, a friend I met in Xuzhou. ”

"Oh? Xuzhou? Lan's ...... Could it be? ”

"Yes, Xuzhou Lan, hereditary baron."

"It's him."

The ancestor's tone suddenly lost interest, and it was full of faint taste.

However, Sun Miaomiao's next sentence also whetted her appetite.

"And this Lan Chen is also the behind-the-scenes shopkeeper of Xuzhou Yanfang."

"So what?"

"And the purple dye of the aromatherapy cloth merchant came in from Yanfang! The method of reviving purple dye was originally thought up by Lan Chen and reproduced it, and now it can be asserted that in the entire Daqian Dynasty, only the Yan Fang family can produce it. ”

The ancestor was stunned, and his eyes were filled with childlike excitement.

"Really!?"

"Grandma! Have I ever lied to you? Yesterday, I met Lan Chen again, and I was still in front of the big shopkeeper of the aromatherapy cloth merchant 'Fang Hui'. I'll find out. Sun Miaomiao showed a sly smile, although she felt a little sorry for Fang Hui, but in order to make the ancestor pay more attention to Shang Lan Chen, she had to make this decision, "A new batch of purple dyes has already arrived, and the entire aromatherapy cloth merchant is making every effort to produce purple cloth." ”

"The folding fan in his hand was also given by Fang Hui's shopkeeper out of friendship."

"Roar, what a young talent. But I didn't expect the little lord to be interested in you hairy little girl. Old Ancestor raised his hand and patted Sun Miaomiao's forehead.

"Grandma!" Sun Miaomiao's face turned red in an instant.

"But don't think about it." The ancestor immediately regretted and said, "Alas, the recruitment competition focuses on the result. Your father had already leaked the exam questions to Mo Yangyu, that Lan Chen Gongzi, do you know a poem and song? ”

"I don't know." Sun Miaomiao shook her head, "He wrote a few scripts, which are extremely popular around Xuzhou, I want to sell them in Huadu when I am free, I think it will be hot." ”

"Words Bener, there is no need for a rhyme soul, only poetry is the masterpiece, alas. Miao'er, you just accept your fate. ”

There are all kinds of things on the stage, and the audience is bustling, Lan Chen doesn't know, he only knows how to chant the ...... A once-in-a-kind poem.

He didn't even need to use the magical ability of 'memory extraction', he could just rely on the heroic passion in his memory!

"You don't see,

The water of the Yellow River came up from the sky, rushed to the sea and never returned.

You don't see,

Gao Tang Mingjing's sad white hair, like green silk turning into snow at dusk......"