"You can do it! I think you can do it! Think about it quickly!" Chen Ying refused to give in and kept shaking Pei Zonghao's arm.

At this time, Wang Jian below saw this scene and suddenly felt like he had fallen into the vinegar workshop. His sour bones became soft, but his anger came up.

"Who is the young master on the rockery? I just heard your poem well written!" Wang Jian said here, deliberately slapped the girl who was pouring wine beside him. "I felt pity for Han Lian, why? The young master is so good at writing, so that he will not have a poem as proud as Mr. Zeng, so that everyone can open their eyes?"

The girl who poured the wine was beaten by Wang Jian, and she didn't dare to say anything. She was frightened by a sudden "um" and continued to pour Wang Jian's wine in the glass and left lightly.

At this time, Wang Jian's words attracted everyone's attention at the poetry meeting. Just now, it was Chen Renjie's rumor, which caused everyone to burst into laughter. Later, Zeng Pingping's good poem made everyone applaud and everyone almost forgot about Pei Zonghao.

"Fellow Taoist, do you have a song too?" Zeng Pingping glanced at Pei Zonghao and saw the Qiankun bag on Pei Zonghao's waist at one glance, so he did not call him "Young Master", but "Fellow Taoist".

Zeng Pingping was spoiled since childhood. Her parents loved her very much. She lived a life of starry sky since childhood. When she grew up, she spent money like earth. She was the protagonist everywhere in life. Before, Pei Zonghao stole the limelight, but she was unhappy. Now, Wang Jian used a knife to kill someone. Although Zeng Pingping saw it, she did not avoid it at all.

Pei Zonghao didn't want to show off, nor did he want to embarrass others, but at this moment, he was so excited by Zeng Pingping that he remembered the murder of his elder brother, which was because he had nothing to do with this kid's elder brother.

As the saying goes, father and son pay back their debts, brothers and brothers pay back their debts, Pei Zonghao suddenly had the idea of ​​teaching Zeng Pingping a lesson, letting him make a fool of himself in public and vent his anger for his dead elder brother.

Suddenly, Pei Zonghao thought to himself, "Good boy, since you came to the door by yourself, I'm not polite. When your elder brother was exaggerated and teased someone's girl, my elder brother was beheaded when he was brave, causing my mother to cry every day and grow white hair. Now that my mother and my elder brother are dead, I'll clean up you today and vent their anger for them to commemorate their spirit in heaven."

"What? Fellow Daoist is his literary talent? " Zeng Pingping asked Pei Zonghao with a proud look on his face.

"Haha, I didn't want to expose you, but I never thought that Mr. Zeng would press on him step by step. Well, it seems that I can only tell the truth."

"Dare you ask Mr. Zeng, is this poem really written by Mr. Zeng?" Pei Zonghao looked at Zeng Pingping with his eyes tightly and asked.

With eyes facing each other, Zeng Pingping felt guilty and did not directly answer Pei Zonghao.

"Once upon a time, I saw this poem in an ancient book. This poem was written by a sage from ancient times."

"So what the sages do? We scholars are disciples of saints. Isn't this possible? "

"Besides, I didn't say that I wrote this poem." Zeng Pingping was exposed and his face was blushed for a moment.

"Then you make one, let's listen. Don't want to write it well. As long as we Princess Mingyue appreciate it!" Seeing Zeng Pingping hit a wall at this time, Wei Fan stepped forward to rescue Zeng Pingping.

"Yes! Make a song and let the princess appreciate it."

"Yes! Come on!"

For a time, the children of the civil servant faction rose up and attacked Pei Zonghao.

"Okay, I'll have one."

"I will also write a poem based on what Mr. Zeng mentioned just now, the soldiers of Yunchuan City fought against monsters."

Pei Zonghao picked up the wine on the table again, drank it all in one gulp, looked up at the sky, and said, "The black clouds were pressing against the city and were about to destroy it, but millions of corpses were not returned. When the sun of the starlight breaks the orifice, he will definitely build the dragon city with demon blood."

"This, this..." For a moment, everyone at the poetry meeting did not dare to respond. The scene became silent for a while, and the blank faces seemed a little dull, and even the girls passing by the crowd stopped.

After coming over for a long time, Mu Fengmingyue spoke first, "When the sun of the starlight breaks the orifice, I will definitely build the Dragon City with demon blood."

"The star light breaks the orifice, and the saint of martial arts is built by demon blood, and it is full of passion!"

"Young master is so brave, I admire you! Although the little woman is not a man, she always has a man's soul in her heart! One day, the little woman will use demon blood to pour my Yujing Dragon City as written in the poem!"

When he heard Pei Zonghao's poem, Mu Fengmingyue was filled with emotion and was bullied by monsters for thousands of years. From ancient times to the present, who dared to write poems and essays like the young man in front of him who dared to build a city with demon blood?

No, no one. Pei Zonghao didn't know that his poem instantly engraved his tall and majestic image into Mu Fengmingyue's heart.

"Young master, the little girl keeps her word. I'll give this spirit-guiding bead to you." Mu Feng Mingyue threw the spirit-guiding bead in her hand towards Pei Zonghao, and her whole thoughts almost flew towards Pei Zonghao with the bead.

Pei Zonghao held the flying spirit pearl in his hand and bowed to Mu Feng Mingyue, "Thank you for the reward of Your Highness, then I will be disrespectful."

Before, Pei Zonghao had no time to carefully look at his "fiancee".

Now that after taking the spirit pearl, Pei Zonghao looked at Mu Feng and Mingyue carefully. He saw that the woman was not wearing a palace outfit today. She was wearing a light blue long skirt and her temperament that looked like orchids and zhi, which made her look even more dusty. A beautiful light ink-colored black hair was slightly pulled up by a jade hairpin, and the rest was gently draped on her shoulders and swung slightly in the night breeze. A pair of slender jade hands were stacked on her lower abdomen, weak and boneless, and white skin.

At this time, Pei Zonghao saw Mu Fengmingyue's appearance thoroughly, and felt that she was no less than Mu Xueye.

"I made a profit!" This is what Pei Zonghao thought at this time.

"Hmph! What's wrong? I was attracted by our Dayu Tianjiao's appearance?"

"Don't dream, she is the future wife of the great hero Pei Zonghao, and you have no chance at all."

Chen Ying, who was beside Pei Zonghao, saw Pei Zonghao's expression in a daze and started to attack.

"Is that so? Then I'm really sad. Since I don't have a chance for such a beautiful woman," Pei Zonghao said jokingly.

"Yes, princess, you have no chance. But our Dayu has two beautiful women, one is our Princess Mu Fengmingyue, and the other is Mu Xueye from Shenxiao Palace. They both call Dayu Shuangjiao. The "lewd thieves" below are daydreaming every day, saying that they can marry one and there will be no regrets in their lives."

"Little husband, why don't you obey me, and I will marry Mu Xueye to you as a concubine in the future."

Hearing Chen Ying's words, Pei Zonghao almost sprayed out the wine he had just drunk, "Sister Chen, you are really!"

Pei Zonghao was speechless for a moment, not knowing what language to use to describe the bold and unrestrained woman in front of him.

"What? Are you not happy yet? I am not bad at all! Look at this figure, aren't you attracted?" Chen Ying said, while lifting up her cloak to let Pei Zonghao see her proud figure.

"Sister, I beg you. You must be implicit in public." Pei Zonghao was helpless and was shocked by the best person beside him. For a moment, he had nothing to say.

"Hmph! No vision!" Chen Ying gave Pei Zonghao a blank look, and his red little mouth gently raised.

Seeing that Pei Zonghao was unmoved, Chen Ying continued to speak, "Tell me, where are you living? If you have a flight attendant, please drink."

"Where am I living? I haven't decided yet, let's talk about it later." Pei Zonghao replied after thinking about it.

"That's just right. Why don't you go to my marquis' mansion and stay with each other day and cultivate your feelings quickly."

"Miss Chen, I have something to do, so I'll take my leave first. Let's see you again if we have the fate." Hearing Chen Ying's words, Pei Zonghao was so scared that he stood up and said goodbye.

"Shopkeeper, this is the money for the food and food. Thank you for your kind hospitality today." Pei Zonghao took out a ingot of gold from Qiankun bag, and was still on the table. After saluting the shopkeeper, he pulled away.

"Hey! My little husband! Are you so afraid of me? I won't eat you!" Chen Ying saw Pei Zonghao leave when he said that, and angrily smashed the wine glass in his hand on the table, pouting his lips and holding his arms unhappily in front of his chest.

After Pei Zonghao left, Zeng Pingping, who was angry and embarrassed on the field, looked at Pei Zonghao's leaving with hatred.

"Brother Zeng, forget it. There is no need to argue with that kid. Let's go to the backyard later to vent it." Wei Fan came to Zeng Pingping's side at this time, approached Zeng Pingping's ear, and whispered.

After hearing Wei Fan's words, Zeng Pingping turned his gaze away from the direction Pei Zonghao left and returned to his position with Wei Fan.

"Okay, let's come to today's poetry meeting." As soon as Pei Zonghao left, Mu Feng and Mingyue were gone and continued. I believe no one could write a better poem than Pei Zonghao's poem. It would be meaningless to continue this poetry meeting.

After Mu Fengmingyue finished speaking, she stood up and left. Today's Deyilou poetry meeting was announced to end. Chen Renjie also got up and left with Mu Fengmingyue. A group of wealthy families in the field also left the venue, going home and going to the backyard to the backyard.

At the gate of Deyi Building, Pei Zonghao waited for a while in the corner not far away before waiting for Chen Renjie and Mu Fengmingyue to come out.

"Brother, I'm going back to the palace, let's leave here." Mu Feng Mingyue said to Chen Renjie before carrying the sedan chair.

"I send you."

"No, you should go back early and rest." In fact, how could Mu Fengmingyue not know what Chen Renjie thought, but she saw through it and didn't say it out loud.

The father told her very early that he had betrothed to his son Pei Zonghao, who was shoulder to shoulder. This was the general trend and the will of God.

The king has great achievements and is holding half of Dayu's military power in his hand. This is the general trend. Mu Feng and Tianyang have no sons, which is the will of heaven. In addition, the three brothers have been through the swords and seas of fire, and they have walked hand in hand on the edge of life and death, and their relationship is deep.

After considering all these factors, Mu Feng and Mingyue will not be able to marry someone else in the future, even Chen Renjie will not do it.
Chapter completed!