At this time, the shopkeeper who was pouring wine for Pei Zonghao heard the poem in Pei Zonghao's mouth. He was stunned for a moment. In the wine pot that was always tilted, the wine kept slipping down. After filling the wine glass, it overflowed out of the wine glass.

"Shopkeeper, it's spilled, the wine is spilled." The fine wine spilled Pei Zonghao's clothes, and Pei Zonghao spoke to the shopkeeper.

"ah?"

"I'm sorry! Young Master, I'm losing my composure for a while." The shopkeeper was awakened and found that he had wet Pei Zonghao's clothes.

"It's okay, it's just a little wet, it's okay." Pei Zonghao picked up the wine glass and drank it all over again.

The shopkeeper recalled the poem Pei Zonghao had just recited, "Walking back and forth, I felt pity when I saw Handan."

Suddenly, a strange feeling of sadness made the shopkeeper unable to help but tears fell from the corners of his eyes. In order not to let people see, the shopkeeper looked up at the sky and reached out to gently wipe the tears dry.

"Yes, every girl here is a lotus that is about to bloom, and a white lotus that is not stained with mud. They are all because of their humble origins and cannot help themselves." Hearing Pei Zonghao's poem, the shopkeeper thought of herself. Once upon a time, she was also a lotus that was about to bloom in the crowd.

"Young Master, your poem is so good, really."

"I am here to support hundreds of girls who are not good at selling their skills for our Deyi Building, thank you." The shopkeeper put down the wine pot, owed to Pei Zonghao slightly, gently lowered his head, and even changed his name, no longer calling him a little official Pei Zonghao.

"Haha, I made up my mind while I was drinking. Why do you need such a great gift from the shopkeeper? Please get up quickly?" Pei Zonghao put down his wine glass, stood up and helped the shopkeeper up.

"Thank you, young master." The shopkeeper still couldn't help it, and another line of tears dripped from the corner of his eyes.

After Pei Zonghao helped the shopkeeper up, before he could sit down, he heard a crisp voice, "Which young master on the rockery is so literary. I wonder if the young master can enjoy his face, so he can sit at the girl's side."

At this time, during the poetry meeting, a woman sitting on Mu Fengmingyue's right hand, who belonged to the descendants of the military generals asked Pei Zonghao.

Pei Zonghao heard the sound and saw a woman wearing a black tights and a black cloth strap on her head looking at her. This woman has a proud figure and her temperament shows that she is a trainer with a good martial arts cultivation.

"Haha, the girl is so powerful. I didn't expect that you could hear the poems you recited below so far."

"There is no need to go in the past. I think my position is pretty good." Pei Zonghao refused the invitation from the woman in black with a smile.

"Rareless! The pearl in the palm of Wuhou Chen Jin's family opened their invitation, but you dare to refuse? Where did the country boy come from? He is so eye-catching!"

"Sister Chen Ying, I think this kid is really ungrateful. Do you want me to find someone to drive him away?" After a young man sitting next to Chen Ying scolded Pei Zonghao, he turned to Chen Ying and asked.

"Wang Jian, can you shut up? You have to care about my business? Just drink your wine if you have nothing to do and don't show your affection in front of me." Chen Ying felt unhappy and directly made Wang Jian's face press on his cold butt.

The Dayu martial arts style is prosperous, but she didn't expect that the woman would be so unrestrained. Seeing Chen Ying slamming Wang Jian, many people immediately understood that Chen Ying must have fallen in love with the boy on the rockery.

This is joy coming from the sky. Wuhou Chen Jin. This is just appointed by the emperor. General Chen Jin of the Cavalry, two years ago, the starlight broke through the orifices and became the Martial Saint. Emperor Mu Feng Tianyang was very happy and specially named Wuhou. Chen Jin had no son, and his only daughter Chen Ying naturally regarded him as the pearl in his hand. For many years, people who came to propose marriages were lined up in a long line, but none of them made Chen Ying fall in love with him. This time, Chen Ying actually took the initiative to invite Pei Zonghao. At this time, many people were thinking, "Where did this come from this boy? It seems that this is going to reach the sky in one step, sparrows fly to the branches and become phoenixes."

"Hey, are you not giving face? I'll ask you to come over, but you'll still push me and stop me." Chen Ying felt a little uncomfortable when she saw Pei Zonghao refuse.

"This female hero, the young actor is humble and can't compare to the wealthy families. So, why not go there."

"Hmph! You're not here, I'll go over." Chen Ying got up, jumped in place, flew directly to Pei Zonghao, and said to the shopkeeper beside him, "Come on, put a chair for me."

The shopkeeper waved his hand gently and signaled to the girl behind him to move the chair.

After a while, a chair was brought in and placed next to Pei Zonghao's chair. Chen Ying sat on it with a swaying swaying.

After sitting down, Chen Ying said to the bottom, "You guys continue, just don't bother me and this young husband."

Hearing Chen Ying's words, the vinegar jar in Wang Jian's heart was smashed to pieces, and a strong and sour smell made him sour.

"Princess, this Miss Chen is really unrestrained." At this time, Chen Renjie, who was sitting on Mu Feng Mingyue's right, said to Mu Feng Mingyue.

"Brother, where did the young master on the rockery come from the immortal cultivator? Judging from his majestic weapon, he should have a noble background, so why have you never seen it before?"

"I don't know, I guess it must be a disciple of which sect." Chen Renjie replied.

"Okay, let's continue." Mu Fengmingyue did not look at Pei Zonghao anymore, and spoke up to pull everyone's attention back.

"Let's go ahead with the previous title. Who can write a poem that I can appreciate, and I will give him this spiral pearl." Mu Fengmingyue stretched out his right hand, and at this time, a bead as big as a lychee on Mu Fengmingyue's right hand.

The beads are very round, and you can see a trace of spiritual energy wandering back and forth in the beads. As the trace of spiritual energy moves, spiritual energy slowly accumulates around the beads.

This is the Spirit-Spiriting Pearl. If the immortals bring it with you, it can increase the intake of spiritual energy. When the mortals bring it with you, the spiritual energy attracted by the bead can cleanse the mortal body and prolong life.

"Wow! What a baby! In our Dayu, only His Highness the Princess can do such a big deal!"

"Yes! What a good baby!"

"Good thing!"

“…”

Suddenly, the poetry meeting was filled with people, and they were whispering in private, lamenting Mu Feng and Mingyue's big moves, and also discussing who could take such a spiritual treasure in the end?

"Princess! I! I'll come first!" A loud voice covered the noise in the poetry meeting. At this time, Chen Renjie stood up with a eager expression on his face.

"Brother, stop making trouble. I don't know your literary talent yet?" Mu Feng Mingyue knew very well how much his elder brother was. Looking at Chen Renjie, Mu Feng Mingyue had a headache.

"What's wrong? I'm not good at writing, and I won't delay writing poetry!"

"Listen!" Chen Wenjie stretched out his fingers and pointed at everyone in the poetry meeting, shook his head, picked up the wine glass on the table, and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.

"Why am I drunk and singing? Who am I here? I am an immortal? Hold the wine fairy sword in my hand tightly and kill the demons from thousands of miles away." Chen Renjie held it in for a long time and finally made this rumor.

"Okay! OK! OK!" After Chen Renjie's poem was finished, Wang Jian was the first to applaud.

"Okay! OK..." Immediately afterwards, people from this faction, who belonged to the children of military generals, applauded and applauded.

Chen Renjie is the son of Chen Chu, the general of Zhenguo. Chen Chu ranks among the third dukes and is the leader of Dayu's military general. In the entire court, except for the special status of the king, even Lu Zhenchen, the general of Zhenbei, has the official position below Chen Chu. Therefore, no matter how bad Chen Renjie's poems are, some people still praise it.

Although Chen Wenjie's poems were extremely bad at this time, they still welcomed the pursuit of the children of military generals.

"Hahaha, what is he doing?" At this time, he covered his mouth and laughed at the children of civil officials sitting, mocking Chen Renjie's poems.

"What kind of poem is this? It's just a rumor! Let me give you one!" At this time, Zeng Pingping stood up and mocked Chen Renjie in public.

Chen Renjie was not angry either. His skill of turning a corner of the city wall was as strong as his father Chen Chu.

Zeng Pingping walked out of his position, came to the open space in the middle of the poetry meeting, walked back and forth a few times, knocked the folding fan in his hand on the palm of his left hand, "I have it!"

"I believe everyone knows that not long ago, the Yunchuan monsters attacked the city, and more than 800,000 of our human soldiers died. I will use our human soldiers to sacrifice their lives to defend the soil, sprinkle the spirit of Yunchuan, and recite a poem."

Zeng Pingping dispersed the folding fan in his hand and shook it gently, "I want to cry and hear the ghost screaming, I cry and the jackal laugh. She shed tears to sacrifice to the heroes, raise my eyebrows and unsheathed my sword."

"Okay! OK!"

"What a poem! What a poem!"

"What a quatrain!"

As soon as Zeng Pingping's poem was released, the audience was suddenly filled with excitement, and many of the children of military generals applauded. For a moment, Zeng Pingping was overwhelmed by the stars and forgot what they meant.

"Who is this person?" Pei Zonghao asked Chen Ying, who was sitting beside him.

Chen Ying was also watching the poetry meeting below. When she heard Chen Renjie's poems before, Chen Ying couldn't help but smile. But now when she heard Zeng Pingping's poems, she hated her teeth. After all, she belonged to the sect of military generals. The civil and military sects in the court were not in harmony, and they fought openly and secretly, and they were even more reluctant to give in to each other. At this time, Chen Ying saw Zeng Pingping showing off and gritted her teeth at Zeng Pingping.

"This man is named Zeng Pingping, and he is the youngest son of Grand Secretary Zeng."

"Sir Zeng? Zeng Chenglin?" Pei Zonghao continued to ask.

"Who isn't he? Since the death of his eldest son, Grand Secretary Zeng gave birth to this young son again, which is so precious."

"Look at his virtue, his appearance as a man dressed in a woman, really hurt my eyes!" Pei Zonghao glanced at Chen Ying. The Miss Chen in front of him was as beautiful as a flower and had a proud figure. But he really didn't expect that his temperament was really unrestrained.

"Hey! Don't you write poems too? Come and have a poem! You must compare with him!" Chen Ying turned her head, grabbed Pei Zonghao's left arm with both hands, and said excitedly.

"Forget it. Actually, I have a shallow Chinese language skills, and I just made it up casually just now." Pei Zonghao knew how much he was, and thought it would be better not to embarrass him.
Chapter completed!