It was late at night, and Zhang Lang sat on the grass by his lake, staring at the reflection of the moonlight, and was dazed in a daze on the surface of the calm water.

At this time, the gentle footsteps came from behind with a familiar scent of fragrance.

Immediately afterwards, Yueying came to Zhang Lang's side and sat down. She looked at Zhang Lang who was still dazed and smiled: "The general's might be shocked, and the Right King was shocked by the general's reputation. It is really gratifying to present the saint of the Witch Cult to the general!"

Zhang Lang smiled bitterly and couldn't help but murmured: "I didn't expect that I would get married like this! It's like daydreaming!"

Looking at Yueying, he asked in confusion: "How do you know about this?"

Yueying turned her head and looked at the water surface in front, raised her hand and stroked her hair on her temples, and said lightly: "Just just now, someone sent someone to deliver something, saying that it was prepared for the general's marriage soon..."

Zhang Lang suddenly realized. He lay down behind, looked at the stars in the sky, and couldn't help but think about it.

Yueying glanced at Zhang Lang and asked curiously: "The general seems to be unhappy?"

Zhang Lang laughed at himself and said jokingly: "I'm not unhappy! Someone has sent me a legendary beauty for nothing. I'm so happy that every cell is singing!"

Yueying looked at Zhang Lang, smiled slightly, turned her head to look at the stars and moon in the sky, and then opened and closed her red lips and sang it in a cappella. It turned out to be Zhang Lang sang loyal to the country that he had been singing in Yiyue Pavilion not long ago.

The melody is exactly the same, but when the moon shadow sings, it becomes lingering and touching.

Zhang Lang stared at Yueying blankly, and was amazed.

Days always pass very quickly when peace is peaceful. Before we knew it, a few days passed and the Spring Festival finally came.

On that evening, the entire Luoyang City was brightly lit and lively. It was completely different from the very quiet scene of the Spring Festival in modern society. The Spring Festival in this era was completely a carnival-like atmosphere.

Various activities and performances are being carried out in the streets and alleys, including official activities, spontaneous activities among folks, some perform singing and dancing, and some seem to be praying for gods and exorcisms.

Various activities and performances have turned the entire Luoyang City into a sea of ​​joy. The happiest of these are those carefree children.

They shuttled through the streets and alleys in groups to chase and play, and the cheerful laughter made the festival even more festive.

The Prime Minister's Mansion was brightly lit, and the hall was brightly lit. Guests from all walks of life gathered here to celebrate the festival. Yuan Shao, the host, looked very excited in gorgeous clothes, while the guests came to toast Yuan Shao one after another.

Zhang Lang also sat in the crowd. He had always liked the excitement, but this kind of ancient banquet made him feel a little at a loss.

"Today's festival is celebrated together. I would like to present a poem to wish the prime minister good health and prosperity, and to our Han Dynasty!" Cai Yan's unique voice sounded.

The originally noisy hall immediately became quiet, and everyone's eyes were all on the beautiful woman in purple palace outfits in the hall.

Cai Yan, the most prestigious talented woman today, is also the dream of young heroes in the world. As expected, she is naturally full of charm and charming the whole country.

Almost all the young people present showed obsessive and yearning expressions, and Xu Cheng, who was sitting next to Zhang Lang, was no exception.

Zhang Lang looked at everyone's expressions and couldn't help but smile. He felt that Cai Yan was like the kind of super idol star in modern society. He was a popular lover and was remembered by countless people.

Yuan Shao looked at Cai Yan with a smile and said, "The niece is unparalleled in talent. This poem must be very extraordinary! Come and let my uncle appreciate it!"

Cai Yan smiled slightly, glanced at the scene with beautiful eyes, and immediately became fascinated by a large amount of things, and then opened and closed the red lips and chanted gently...

Zhang Lang had very limited literary attainments and was quite unfamiliar with this kind of Han Dynasty poetry. Basically, there were five words in ten words and five words that meant. Seeing that everyone around him looked infatuated, he felt inexplicably.

Alas! This is really a real piano playing against cows!

Cai Yan's poem is quite short, with about a hundred words. When she finished chanting, there was a burst of admiration suddenly sounded at the scene.

Bai Qian, a talented man in Luoyang, said in infinite striking: "Miss's poem expresses her gratitude to the Prime Minister through singing snow, as well as her loyalty and expectations for the Han Empire. It is truly a lofty mood and is memorable!"

Many heroes also agreed.

Yuan Shao smiled and nodded with a smile, looking very happy on his face, and exclaimed: "I have heard that my niece is very talented and knowledgeable. I had some doubts at first sight. Today, I am well-known!

I think with the talent of my niece, not to mention that no one in the world can match her, I am afraid that there are only a handful of men who can compare with each other!”

Yuan Tan Yuanxi and a group of talents agreed, as if they wanted to take this opportunity to win the favor of the beauty.

Cai Yan sighed and said modestly: "The Prime Minister is too good! How dare the little woman be the Prime Minister so praise him! In fact, what is the little woman's talent? Compared with the fourth young master, it is really a matter of saying that the sparrow is compared to the swan, and the fireflies are compared to the bright moon!"

There was a chirping of discussion immediately at the scene, and Yuan Shao showed a look of surprise. He didn't know what his fourth brother had to learn!

Zhang Lang couldn't help but feel that Cai Yan's words would definitely cause him a lot of trouble again.

Sure enough, Yuan Shao's eyes fell on himself and he smiled and said, "Mai'er, I don't know that you are well versed in this poetry and prose?"

Zhang Lang quickly stood up and clasped his fists and said, "I really don't understand any poetry, it's really Miss Cai Yan's over-reputation."

Mrs. Liu, who was sitting next to Yuan Shao, narrowed her eyes and smiled and said, "Why should you be humble? Now it is the time for the festive festival. Why don't you learn to write a poem and add color to this banquet!"

Mrs. Liu had long heard complaints from Yuan Xi, saying that Zhang Lang steals other people's poems and shows off, so she wants to take this opportunity to lose Zhang Lang's face.

Then, in order to prevent Zhang Lang from stealing other people's poems again, he deliberately limited the title for Zhang Lang: "Although the lord is the prime minister, he is actually the leader of the world, and Maier is also a famous general. Why not write a poem based on the theme of war?"

When Mrs. Liu said this, she thought to herself: The poems about military wars are rare in ancient and modern times. I will never believe that you can use works I don’t know to make everyone fool!

Yuan Shao didn't know what Mrs. Liu was thinking. When he heard Mrs. Liu's words, he felt that it was very consistent with his own heart. So he nodded happily and said, "Madam is very true!" He looked at Zhang Lang and said, "Mayer will write a poem based on the theme of military conquest of foreign races!"
Chapter completed!