Lady Jinhua kept wiping her tears. Although Fengya girl had a cold temper, she couldn't help but cover her mouth and her chest heaved. Yuluo and the lively Luzhu'er couldn't help but laugh. Inside the huge bed, everyone could see through the gauze curtain.
Seeing Enchantress Saixue beating the bed board, even Meng Chanjuan couldn't help coughing. These two people perfectly explained what like masters must have servants, and their mouths were a bit damaged.
It's a pity that Wei Xiaohong couldn't listen to his lesson, and she laughed so hard. But she forgot about her own specialty. The turbulent wave made countless people's eyes wide open and they were so happy that they even didn't see it this time.
Shi Sanchai's face is definitely worth it if you can see these two mountains.
The life-and-death gambling game, which should have been a serious, tense and exciting atmosphere, was turned into a hilarious meeting by the master and servant, and the whole place was in chaos.
Wei Xiaohong successfully ascended to the position and gained countless popularity. Mr. Jiang successfully transformed, and the Northern Ci Sage changed his poisonous tongue in seconds.
"Child! Jiang Fan, you are seeking death!" Nangong Xin's veins were bulging and he almost rushed forward to do it himself. Fortunately, Mr. Cao stopped him in time.
After panting for a while, Nangong Xin sneered and spoke.
"Don't use your words. It's not surprising for a person who doesn't even dare to reveal his real name to commit fraud."
As soon as these words came out, the scene immediately became quiet. When Nangong Xin saw this, his momentum rose sharply: "Don't you know, this so-called Jiang Feng, whose real name is Jiang Fan, is a fisherman from the Qingfeng Gorge area of ​​the Canglan River. He is nothing at all.
A young man from a famous family is just a commoner, trying to please others by grandstanding."
There was an uproar in the field. Although it is common to remain anonymous, it is a bit suspicious to be able to write such poems and act like this.
Nangong Xin continued: "Do you believe that a fisherman can compose this kind of poetry? Looking at it below, it must have been written by a famous literary figure, who recited and copied it, and now uses it to cheat people into eating and drinking. Such a character is really impressive.
Disdainful."
His words were not impossible, and suspicions arose for a while.
Nangong Xin was in high spirits, "How about it, Jiang Fan, what else do you have to say?"
Jiang Fan smiled slightly and was about to speak when a voice came from the VIP table: "Who said Mr. Jiang needs to copy others?"
Everyone was stunned. The man's voice was long, clear and cold, and they didn't know who it was that suddenly appeared.
Nangong Xin frowned,
He cupped his hands and said, "I wonder who is on the stage?"
I saw a beautiful woman in palace attire, opening the gauze curtain and slowly walking out of the VIP box.
"The master of Linjiang Pavilion, Pei Yunjin."
"Ah? Linjiang Pavilion among the eight great families?"
"I didn't expect the pavilion master to be such a stunning beauty? It seems that she wants to stand up for Young Master Jiang."
"Originally, Linjiang Pavilion was known as the ninth in the world. Later, with its four dishes, one soup and one pot of wine, it was even close to the Eight Great Masters. Later, I heard that a poem was published in Linjiang Pavilion, which led to Linjiang Pavilion being promoted ahead of schedule. Some people analyze that it may even aspire to be the world leader in the future.
The second one will become the existence after Taibaiju."
"Indeed, I have also heard that the poem is called Linjiang Xian, and I heard that the lyricist is called Canglan River Fisherman..."
Before the man finished speaking, the information was accidentally exposed, and everyone was stunned.
Sure enough, the beauty in palace clothes said: "I came today because I wanted to see Mr. Jiang again. I never wanted to encounter this. Originally, Mr. Jiang has his own opinions on things, so I am not in the position to interfere. But you, Mr. Jiang, are also the heirs of the Nangong family.
How can you talk nonsense like this when you are a descendant of a noble family?"
Linjiang Pavilion, ranked second among the Eight Families, was founded by Pei Shiju, the elder of Dazhou Pavilion, a hundred years ago. Even the Nangong family had to give some face. Hearing this, Nangong felt unhappy and had no choice but to cup his hands and say: "
It turns out it’s Pavilion Master Pei, I wonder what Pavilion Master Pei has to say?”
Pei Yunjin smiled slightly at Jiang Fan, and suddenly bowed slightly to the crowd: "Excuse me, but Pei Yunjin really can't see Mr. Jiang suffering unjustly. Today, I, Pei Yunjin, publicly declare that Linjiang Immortal was created by Mr. Jiang Fan.
As a gift to Zhang Zhiling and Zhang Zaifu. Mr. Jiang is amazingly talented and well-deserved to be called the Saint of Ci!"
After the words were spoken, no one doubted them except in amazement. Fortunately for Pavilion Master Pei, Zhang Zaifu’s life was clear and black. With him as proof, who else in the world doesn’t believe it?
"The fisherman on the Canglan River... just now Nangong Xin said that he was a fisherman on the Canglan River? That's so!" Someone quickly reacted and couldn't help but exclaimed.
"The term "Linjiang Immortal" has been the most popular throughout the ages, and can be compared with the song "Ming Yue" from Shui Tiao. I wonder how two poems can come out at the same time in the world. It turns out that it was actually written by one person. Mr. Jiang is not proud of it, but changed his name.
Create another masterpiece, as expected, I have thousands of things in mind
Hey, your literary talent is unparalleled in the world!"
"Yes, I have been queuing up all day and night to see Linjiang Immortal. I don't want to be blind, but the real person is right in front of me. How lucky I am!"
"The name of Ci Sage is well deserved. From today on, Mr. Jiang is my idol!"
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In front of them, the tall and erect young man in white clothes looked unspeakably free and elegant; people vaguely saw the young man wearing coir raincoats and bamboo hats by the Canglan River, each with a fishing rod, quiet and indifferent. The two figures slowly overlapped and finally became one
A relegated immortal who has thousands of beautiful things in his chest but transcends the world.
What a generous spirit, what a freehand feeling!
The direction of the wind is directly one-sided.
Jiang Fan cupped his hands towards the VIP table. He really didn't expect that Pei Yunjin was here and came out to clear his name without hesitation, but at this moment he could only suppress his gratitude for the time being.
Pei Yunjin nodded to Jiang Fan and said, "Mr. Jiang, Linjiang Pavilion's promotion to the Eight Great Masters is really due to the young master. Pei Yunjin is grateful."
Jiang Fan smiled: "Pavilion Master Pei is too polite, but Jiang Fan doesn't dare to take it seriously."
At this moment, he finally confessed his real name. When Nangong Xin launched an attack and Pei Yunjin appeared, other people behind the scenes may have known about it for a long time. There was no point in hiding it anymore, not to mention that he didn't care about it.
Pei Yunjin said: "The Spring and Autumn Brush Pen given to Young Master Jiang by the Pavilion Master. The black and white inkstones are still in Linjiang Pavilion for safekeeping. I hope that Young Master Jiang can take them at his own leisure. If Mr. Meng comes to visit, Linjiang Pavilion will be honored."
Jiang Fan smiled and said: "Linjiang Pavilion has a magnificent scenery and delicious food and wine. I will never forget it. We will see you again if we are destined to do so."
Pei Yunjin didn't say much and returned behind the scenes with a smile.
"Spring and Autumn Brush, black and white inkstone? Did I hear you right? Zhang Zaifu gave them to Mr. Jiang?"
"God, this is what inheritance means."
"Did you hear that Mr. Jiang doesn't seem to care much and didn't even go to get it..."
The next moment, people looked at Jiang Fan completely differently.
Countless beauties in Paradise City cheered crazily, and Jiang Fan's name resounded throughout the square.
Meng Chanjuan murmured to herself: "As expected, the fisherman on the Canglan River... who else could be there besides him? What a good one, Jiang Xiaolang..."
Chapter completed!