C90 The dragon of men

Xiao Lang grinned and continued to eat in silence. Although he did not understand poetry, but under Xiao Qingyi's influence, he would not be so vulgar. It was obvious that he did it on purpose, he did not want to participate in this kind of bullshit poetry feast, after all this mess, Yun Zishan would definitely not invite him again, right?

"Young Master Lang, you are the only son of Senior Qingdi, and your aunt, Xiao Qingyi, is also a famous talented girl in the imperial family. Let us witness the glory of a famous sect? "

Just then, a pleasant voice sounded. There was actually a young miss who had invited Xiao Lang to write a poem?

Countless astonished gazes swept over, and upon discovering that it was actually Zuo Xi, they were immediately relieved. The eyes of Zuo Ming, Dong Fang and the rest lit up, this did not miss a good opportunity to ridicule and attack Xiao Lang.

Yun Zishan's eyes also lit up, he turned and looked at Xiao Lang, as though he was looking forward to his feat of shocking the world, after all, Xiao Qingdi, Ni Xue Ming and Xiao Qingyi who brought Xiao Lang along from a young age, were all famous for their talents back then.

Xiao Lang raised his head in astonishment, and refused vaguely: "Sorry, I don't know how to use such an elegant thing. I, the crude one, only know how to fight and kill. Miss Zuo Family, why don't we spar for a bit to liven things up for everyone? "

"Swish!"

Countless scornful laughter came out, Zuo Xi sneered, and countless young misses and scholars looked at Xiao Lang, the contempt in their eyes had turned into naked disgust.

In the poetry feast, the examinee was just learning, it was about elegance, when Xiao Lang said that they would fight, he would definitely be despised.

"Hehe, I apologize for being late!"

At this moment, a hearty laugh came from outside the palace. A young man in white walked in quickly under the watchful eyes of the crowd. Hearing that, Yun Zishan and the other young misses' eyes lit up, they looked over. Xiao Lang curiously raised his eyebrows, and sighed to himself. What a peerless young noble!

He was in his early twenties, 1.8m tall, with broad shoulders and thin waist, long hair that fluttered in the wind. He was exceptionally handsome, yet he did not lose his masculinity.

This was a young master with a temperament that was barely comparable to Dugu Xing's. Seeing this man walk towards him, it was obvious that the first seat was reserved for him. He began to guess the identity of this exceptional young master.

A moment later, a name popped out.

Ni Cang, the mysterious First Young Master, the exceptional young master who was known by Yun Zishan as the dragon among men.

"Young Master Ni, you're late. Treat it like a punishment of three cups!"

Indeed!

Yun Zishan had confirmed the identity of this person when he opened his mouth. Zuo Ming and the rest immediately laughed and jeered with faint jealousy in the depths of their eyes. On the other side, many of the ladies' eyes were glowing with emotion. Zuo Xi, who had always hated Xiao Lang, also lowered his head with his eyebrows. His face was filled with shyness, and from time to time he would raise his head to look at the Young Noble. It was obvious that he had feelings for him.

"Haha, three glasses is enough, Ni Cang came late and deserved to be punished!"

Ni Cang walked to the first square table, cupped his hands with a smile towards the crowd, and drank three cups consecutively. His movements were fluid and natural, his elegance making Yun Zishan's eyes shine once again.

"Hello, Young Master Lang!"

Xiao Lang lowered his head and started to eat silently, but Ni Cang suddenly nodded at him, and said with a gentle and low voice. Xiao Lang responded indifferently, but in his heart he was sighing that this person's bearing was indeed peerless.

"Young Master Ni, the penalty is three cups, you can't pacify the countless people you admire here, you have to compose a poem, and all the young misses have to be satisfied with it!"

Yun Zishan smiled faintly, his eyes were like spring water, his bearing elegant and refined. Despite being so young, she wasn't afraid of the stage at all. Instead, with just a few words, she was able to easily control the atmosphere.

"Miss Dongfang has arrived!"

Just as Ni Cang was about to reply with a silly smile, the Palace Maid outside let out a low shout, causing him to almost choke on it. He raised his head in shock and looked towards the door of the hall, where he saw Dongfang Hongdou, dressed in a pink palace dress, with a body so hot that countless scholars would drool at his words, slowly walking over.

Xiao Lang quickly lowered his head and pretended that he didn't see it. He didn't even need to look to feel the killing intent in Dongfang Hongdou's eyes.

On the surface, Dongfang Hongdou's expression did not change much, but it was a little cold. Yun Zishan secretly chided and teased her for a while. Dongfang Hongdou silently sat on his right, with an indifferent face.

"F * ck, the killing intent is so great, the wind is getting ready to pull!"

The delicious pastries in Xiao Lang's mouth were now like sawdust, but he had no choice but to eat them to cover his embarrassment. He sat on the pincushion as he silently pondered in his heart, looking for an opportunity to pee and escape.

"Sir Ni, please make a poem, and let me witness the glory of First Young Master!"

Yun Zishan and Dongfang Hongdou laughed and talked about stuff once again. Countless gazes immediately locked onto this mysterious young master. Their faces were full of curiosity, and many girls had expressions full of affection, their hearts secretly moved.

"Hur hur, then I'll just randomly do it. I'll be making a fool of myself!"

Ni Cang stood up, bowed with a smile, and then muttered to himself. A moment later, a carefree voice sounded in the hall: "I am someone who is admired by others, and only knows how much trouble I have had. "Success and fame will lead to worry about the future, and everything will remain at the yellow beam."

Ni Cang's voice was very pleasant to hear, it had a bit of magnetism to it, and at this moment, her voice was reciting once again. Once she finished, the entire hall became quiet, as everyone sank into silence within the inexplicable meaning of his short four lines of poetry.

It had to be said that Ni Cang's poem was indeed very good. At the very least, it completely suppressed all the other scholars from before, and although he was young, he had a very deep impression of life.

Xiao Lang completely didn't understand poetry, but he had no choice but to cheer for Ni Cang. Looking at the dazed expression of the crowd, he could tell that this poem had touched everyone's hearts. He glanced at Ni Cang and wondered what his martial arts value was. If his martial prowess was strong, then this person would truly be a dragon amongst men.

"Good poem, good poem, even though Young Master Ni's poem is not that beautiful, but his poetic conception has completely swept us away, I'm impressed!"

Cha Mu laughed and spoke, breaking the silence in the hall, everyone agreed, Yun Zishan's eyes became even brighter, many of the young miss' shy smiles became even wider. Ni Cang smiled lightly and replied modestly. Her smile was sincere and she did not act arrogantly. Her charm was far above Xiao Kuang's.

The atmosphere became lively once again, but Xiao Lang lowered his head, dodging Dongfang Hongdou's gaze that would occasionally kill him, looking left and right, looking for an opportunity to slip away.

From time to time, young masters would come out to compose poems. To them, this kind of banquet was no different from Field Hunting Competition. It was the best opportunity to seduce young miss. The ladies were also very open-minded. Although they did not say much, and their eyes could not be seen as hot as fire, some of them were even bravely starting to show their affection to their beloved young master, secretly sending him off.