C326 Not fun

More than a hundred years ago, the butcher, Xiao Qiushui, annihilated the million strong army of Feather Dynasty in three battles, killing millions of civilians along the way.

The City Lord of Divine Soul of that generation secretly made their move, and handed over a sentence. Feather Sect ecstatically went to find the previous generation's Secret Sect Elder, and in the end, Xiao You Shui helplessly withdrew, allowing his Feather Dynasty to be preserved.

Ever since that battle, the winds of the Feather Dynasty changed, and the Feather Dynasty had already been established to not fight for ten thousand years. As a result, everyone did not lose their interest in martial arts and instead pursued the art of ancient poetry. The Warrior's position in the dynasty became lower, but those scholars instead had extremely high positions. The Feather Dynasty seems to have a kind of abnormality in it. If martial arts cannot play with your two empires, then we will play with you …

As a result, countless talents appeared in Feather Dynasty, countless literary heroes, and even the famous Great Master Song. Everyone could recite a few poems, draw a few paintings, and play a good zither.

Tonight was the day that Miss Yao Yue was going to offer her services, so naturally, there were countless noble young masters waiting inside the Sea Sky Pavilion. Even if all of them did not have any background, to be able to sit on the first level of Sea Sky Pavilion was something that they all possess.

Today, these scholars, young scholars, and young masters of the Feather Dynasty families, could be considered to have truly understood what a madman is.

"Tonight, this young noble is going to take care of the Sea Sky Pavilion, and let the two young misses wash themselves and wait for this young master's favor?"

Although Xiao Lang's words were a little vague, everyone could hear every single word clearly. Furthermore, although Xiao Lang seemed to be drunk, his words gave everyone the feeling that he was not lying.

And at that moment, the dry smile on Qian Xun's face disappeared, and he looked as if he had complete confidence in Xiao Lang, as though he was extremely confident in him, and everyone felt that Xiao Lang was serious.

In other words!

This person was prepared to dominate all the young masters and rich men present and monopolize the Courtesan Belle selection!

Wild prince was wild indeed!

Countless young masters laughed out of anger. Countless rich men had a trace of an inexplicable smile in their eyes. Although their expressions were not very clear, the ridicule was still very obvious. Even many of the attendants accompanying the wine were chuckling, as if they had heard an extremely good joke.

No one spoke, no one provoked him, everyone only looked at Xiao Lang, waiting for him to suppress them, or make a fool of himself.

Uncle Zhang spoke: "Wild Young Master, right? I wonder what kind of painting skills do you have? Please demonstrate for a moment, as long as you can pass my test, you can sit anywhere on the first floor, as long as you can move the two misses, you can go to the second floor, and as long as you can convince everyone present, you can take over the Sea Sky Pavilion tonight! As for whether or not you can obtain the young miss' heart, it all depends on your ability! "

Xiao Lang flung his tying hair around his back, then sat down on a square table with incomparable dominance, grabbed a jug of wine on the table and gulped it down. After thinking for a while with his eyes closed, he shouted, "Bring out the brush and paper!"

Uncle Zhang slightly nodded his head and a waiter immediately brought him pen and paper and began to grind them. Countless gazes swept over, wanting to see what kind of ability Xiao Lang had, to actually be able to cause such a ruckus in a drunken state?

Xiao Lang naturally did not have any real skills, but he did like Tang Shi and Song words a lot in his previous life. With hundreds of amazing pieces that were passed down throughout the ages in his mind, if he casually threw one out, it would probably scare these arrogant scholars and rich kids to the point that they peed their pants.

He heroically grabbed the expensive brush, but his hands were trembling. He was afraid that no one else would be able to recognize the words he had written. After he was at a loss for a moment, he put down the brush and muttered to himself.

"Hng hng!"

As expected, a burst of cold laughter came from the countless young masters on the other side. They thought that Xiao Lang was only putting on an act because he knew he was going to be exposed!

"Swoosh swoosh swoosh!"

Xiao Lang shook his head, he then raised his brush and started drawing talismans on the expensive piece of paper, and in the end, he couldn't even look at half of it anymore. His writing was already ugly, and now that he was still half drunk, it was different from cursive script, even gods would not be able to understand it.

Everyone's gaze swept over once again, but all of them revealed looks of ridicule and mockery, even Uncle Zhang secretly shook his head, thinking that Xiao Lang was truly drunk.

"I feel a little dizzy. I'm not writing anymore. Girl, you can write for me!"

Xiao Lang ignored the gazes of the crowd and threw the pen on the table, and said to the milled servant. Uncle Zhang muttered to himself for a moment and nodded his head. Then, the waiter picked up the brush and softly said, "Please speak, Young Master!"

Xiao Lang's mouth revealed a smile that was not a smile again, he went over and whispered into the servant's ear: "Hehe, come over here and I'll read it, after you finish writing, don't show it to this group of idiots, I'll show it to your young miss! If you have a good eye, let this young master spend a night on top of that, I'll be so tired! "

"Alright!" The servant moved back a little and nodded.

Xiao Lang squinted his eyes, stared at the servant for a long time, seeing that the servant's face was flushed red, he then sighed and walked over, and said softly: "Jiu Yu Guan, Yan Feng, quietly thanking your mother. A single curtain meant the end of the world; there was no need for the clouds to cover the sky. Kushu Golden Cold, Jade Jade Jade Cold, drunk to the point of awakening. One spring does not wash hairpin flowers, a few alone Shaohua. "

This was a tragic story about a girl in a brothel who was in love with a scholar. Xiao Lang was currently in a brothel, so he had taken it for himself.

This poem's artistic conception was very beautiful and it was even written from the perspective of a brothel girl. However, what made Xiao Lang a little surprised was that the servant didn't have any reaction after hearing his explanation. He didn't use his brush nor did he speak, as if he had gone dumb.

Xiao Lang and Qian Xun looked at each other and blinked their eyes. After a while, the footman suddenly covered his face and ran up to the second floor.

A moment later, she walked down again, bringing along a sentence that caused an uproar in the entire audience: "Miss Yao Yue, Miss Lianxin, welcome Wild Young Noble to the second floor, other noble guests, my apologies, Miss Yao Yue has cancelled her gift tonight, please come back in five days!"

"Hua!"

The first floor was in an uproar. Only, the two young ladies were able to invite someone to come up at the same time with just a poem. For more than a year, there was only one person, and that person was the son of the Song Clan's lord, Song Xiaoyu.

But today, another person had appeared, Wild Young Noble.

"Hmm, at least they know what's good for them!"

Xiao Lang grinned, shook his head at Qian Xun, and then walked up the stairs in an extremely cool manner, leaving behind a group of stupefied young masters and countless curious servants, what kind of astounding work was this? He actually lured the two ladies to meet him at the same time?

Xiao Lang did not care about how others thought, nor did he care about how shameless this matter was. At this moment, he felt as if he could do whatever he wanted. He didn't care about anything, and as he relaxed, he completely let loose.

As a result, after he walked up to the second floor, he saw the two misses sitting on a balcony outside, playing with a zither. One of them stood indifferently on the white jade fence as he surveyed the Divine Soul Sea. Most importantly... As they entered, the two of them did not turn their heads nor did they greet them. Xiao Lang's heart suddenly became bored, he scratched his head, unexpectedly looked around once, then turned and walked down the stairs.

Under the dumbstruck gaze of the group of Young Masters and Wen Hao, Xiao Lang swayed his body and walked out. When he reached the door, he turned his head and said to Uncle Zhang with a sneer: "This boss, your young miss's service attitude is very bad and it's not fun at all.