"Heavenly Trench City!"

After seeing Yan Shengle's poem, a complicated color flashed in Aunt Lian's eyes.

The world is vast, and the universe is vast.

To the north of the Great Zhou, there were three major dynasties, namely the Northern Yan, the Northern Qi, and the Northern Liang, and in addition, there were many tribal groups.

And the northernmost city of the Great Zhou, called the Heavenly Trench, is the closest to the Northern Yan, there were 100,000 people and many soldiers in the city, in the past the Great Zhou and the Northern Yan went to war, the 100,000 people and all the soldiers in the city were all destroyed.

The moat has also become a lonely city, standing in the long river of time.

The death of war is the same sorrow of heaven and earth.

"Time is in a hurry, Yan can only write a poem immediately, I don't know if it may enter the eyes of a certain girl?"

Yan Shengle put down his pen and ink and smiled lightly.

"Room No. 6, the little woman is willing to discuss poetry with Yan Gongzi."

On the second floor, a woman's voice was heard.

"Everyone, I'll go up first!"

Yan Shengle clenched his fists slightly at Ye Lingtian and the others, and walked upstairs.

"Ye Gongzi and Tang Shaoxia, do you want to come first?"

Song Yushu looked at Ye Lingtian and Tang Ruoyu.

"You go first."

Ye Lingtian smiled faintly.

"Then Song is disrespectful, it just so happens that Song recently learned a piano song, so he will show off here."

Song Yushu smiled and walked towards a woman who was stroking the qin, the woman gave way to the position, and Song Yushu stroked the piano directly.

The melodious sound of the piano sounded with it, which was extremely pleasant.

"This guy is not simple, how do you feel that I am the best?"

Tang Ruoyu whispered to Ye Ling Tiandao.

"How can you be a man? You're not a vegetable, you're a Han! ”

Ye Lingtian smiled dumbly.

"Damn!"

Tang Ruoyu looked at Ye Lingtian with a resentful expression.

Minutes and seconds passed.

Song Yushu finished playing a song.

"Song Gongzi's piano skills are excellent, you can come to Tianzi No. 7 room."

On the second floor, another woman's voice rang out.

"Agreed!"

Song Yushu clenched his fists slightly at Ye Lingtian and the others, and then walked to the second floor with a smile.

"Two sons, which of you comes first?"

Aunt Lian looked at Ye Lingtian and Tang Ruoyu.

“......”

Tang Ruoyu subconsciously looked away, looked around, and asked him to come to the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, poetry and songs? Is he the material? Laugh to death!

After looking at it for a moment.

Tang Ruoyu said in surprise: "Ye Lingtian, have you noticed that the picture scrolls hanging here are basically covered with snow, why is this?" ”

Snow, snow......, snow It's strange that they all have snow with them.

Ye Lingtian smiled lightly: "Maybe it means that the owner of this inn was born in a place where there is a lot of snow, or he likes snow very much. ”

"Where there's a lot of snow?"

Tang Ruoyu was a little puzzled.

Ye Lingtian smiled and said, "Do you know what kind of dance these girls are dancing?" ”

"I don't know."

Tang Ruoyu said embarrassedly, he was not very interested in these things.

Ye Lingtian whispered: "Six generations of music and dance, Lingbo Feiyan, they dance the unique sacrificial dance of Beiyan, the snow of Beiyan is the most beautiful in the whole world, so it is normal for the picture scroll to appear here There is snow, and the owner of this Yuexian Tower should also be a person from Beiyan." ”

A different color appeared in Aunt Lian's eyes on the side, and they all said that the third prince of Tianmen was too wasteful, but it was not simple to see so many clues from this dance alone.

However, when she thought that Ye Lingtian was a person from Tianmen, she felt that everything was normal, Yuexianlou had her own secrets, but if she wanted to hide from Tianmen's eyes, it was undoubtedly a fool's dream.

"It's worthy of the third son, what you said is right, the owner of Yuexian Mansion is indeed from Beiyan."

Aunt Lian saluted Ye Lingtian.

Tang Ruoyu looked at Aunt Lian in surprise: "You are not the master here?" ”

The person in front of him, but a powerhouse at the level of a great grandmaster, is not the master of the Moon Immortal Tower? So how strong does the master here have to be?

"It's not."

Aunt Lian smiled softly.

“......”

Ye Lingtian glanced around, saw a picture of plum blossoms in the snow, and said with a light smile: "Tang Ruoyu, didn't you say that you like plum blossoms the most?" Why not a poem? ”

Tang Ruoyu was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously said that he didn't like plum blossoms, but instantly heard Ye Lingtian's voice ringing in his ears.

But Ye Lingtian didn't speak.

"The art of sound transmission!"

Tang Ruoyu's heart was shocked, a little incredulous, this guy would still do this?

"Ahem! Yes, I like plum blossoms the most, so let's just write a poem about plum blossoms. ”

Tang Ruoyu coughed lightly, with Ye Lingtian in charge, what else was he worried about? Lie flat!

"Tang Shaoxia, please!"

Aunt Lian stretched out her hand to signal, and a maid immediately laid out the rice paper.

Tang Ruoyu picked up the brush casually, dipped it in ink, and quickly wrote down a poem: "Like a Dream Ling Mei".

"The small courtyard is soaked in the wind and cold, and the snow reflects a few red sleeves. The fragrance is buttoned on the door, and the plain makeup is hundreds. Sniff lightly. The Tao is fragrant and still. ”

After writing, Tang Ruoyu put down the brush, looked at Aunt Lian proudly and said, "How is my poem?" ”

Aunt Lian looked at the words on the rice paper seriously, and whispered: "Tang Shaoxia is really talented, this word is small and exquisite, fresh and delicate, but it is not bad, this is like a dream order should be a word card, the slave family is also considered to have some poetry skills, or the first time I have seen such a word brand name, may I ask if this word card was created by Tang Shaoxia?" ”

"Not bad!"

Tang Ruoyu replied stubbornly, admiring Ye Lingtian even more in his heart, this guy even knows poetry, what a ghost!

"Tang Shaoxia, room No. 5, the slave family is waiting for you here."

A playful voice rang out from the second floor.

"Forehead ......"

Tang Ruoyu's heart suddenly burst out, and he immediately looked at Ye Lingtian, that girl wouldn't do anything to him, right?

Ye Lingtian pushed Tang Ruoyu: "Why are you stunned?" The Spring Festival is worth a thousand gold, so go up quickly. ”

"I ...... I'm not going up, the opportunity is for you. ”

Tang Ruoyu subconsciously wanted to leave.

"Tang Shaoxia, you are fancied by the slave family, you can't run."

On the second floor, a door opens.

Shout!

I saw a pink ribbon fly out, instantly entwining Tang Ruoyu, and then pulling it into the second floor.

"Ye Lingtian, save me!"

Tang Ruoyu hurriedly opened his mouth for help.

“......”

Ye Lingtian looked at Tang Ruoyu with a smile, and didn't care about Tang Ruoyu's plea for help at all.

Bang!

Soon, the door of the house closed, and Tang Ruoyu stopped moving.

"Ye Gongzi, it's your turn next, poetry and songs, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, you can choose any one."

Aunt Lian looked at Ye Lingtian, and there was some inexplicable expectation in her heart.

Ye Lingtian yawned and said lazily: "My son has no interest in the so-called poetry, songs, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. ”

"Oh? If that's the case, I'm afraid Childe will have to drink alone here. ”

Aunt Lian said coquettishly.

"That's not necessarily, I want to see your landlord, there is a good thing to show her, she shouldn't refuse."

Ye Lingtian smiled faintly.

“......”

Aunt Lian's eyes narrowed slightly, what kind of good things can make the landlord not refuse?

She hadn't seen one so far!

"Since the third prince is so confident in his own things, let's come to the third floor to talk about it!"

On the third floor, a cold voice sounded.