Chen Yanjun was more excited than nervous at the moment.
A feeling of excitement that I am going to show off.
But in real life, there is no audience and you don’t need other people’s applause.
As a time traveler with a built-in bonus panel, you must act safely and there is no need to forcefully show off.
Xiaoyue asked curiously:
"But why do I feel that the young master's aura is peaceful? It's completely different from last night. He's not nervous at all."
"Really? Xiaoyue observes very carefully."
I still remember last night, in front of the flowers and under the moonlight, Chen Yanjun made a move to brake in the air, with the beauty in his arms, he successfully maximized his physical skills and reached the peak.
At that time, his steps were as light as fairy dust, and his landing was as heavy as mountains. He was completely integrated into the sky and the earth, and his atmosphere was myriad. At first glance, he was not an ordinary person.
However, after waking up from his sleep, he suddenly felt as if he was carrying a heavy weight, and his walking posture was no different from that of an ordinary person.
Perhaps due to the influence of the third level of nourishing qi, he still sees mountains as mountains.
At first glance, the only difference is that his muscles are clearly stronger, but they don't look exaggerated.
It is difficult for ordinary people, even those with strong cultivation skills, to judge his state of nourishing qi or his peak physical skills just from his appearance.
But the strange thing is that even though Madam is only at the eighth level of cultivation, she can always detect his Qi-nurturing realm...
Could it be the beastmaster's sense of smell?
…
Arrive at the front hall.
The moment he stepped into the threshold, Chen Yanjun felt hot all over his body, and all eyes were fixed on him.
A little dizzy.
Under Xiaoyue's low-pitched introduction, Chen Yanjun first paid his respects to the princess present in order of precedence.
"Chen Yanjun, a common man, has met Princess Ping'an. My little daughter Qiu Zhuo has been taken care of by the princess."
Du Qiuzao's expression was complex and full of mixed emotions.
Although he wanted to straighten out his relationship with himself to avoid the Zhang family’s resentment, this guy was too thick-skinned...
He clearly called himself a commoner, but in one sentence he actually became the elder of both her and the princess.
Staring at Chen Yanjun's lonely face, Li Chan was also dumbfounded.
In his dumbfounded eyes, there was still infinite regret.
This was the first time she met Chen Yanjun, and she had only heard the word "Jun Scholar" before.
When I saw him today, I felt that the word "handsome scholar" was too crude and disrespectful of the facts.
Even if he is a disgusting man, it wouldn't be annoying if he was born with such looks and lives with him every day, right?
"When gold and jade have reached this level, it doesn't matter if you lose Xu. No wonder Mrs. Cui is attracted to you."
Li Chan sighed regretfully, and as soon as she finished speaking, she felt something was wrong.
For the sake of political correctness, she added:
"However, you are too thin. The beauty of a man does not lie in his delicacy. In terms of skin, I still think Mr. Zhang is mighty and majestic, more manly."
Chen Yanjun's expression was serious, but he couldn't help laughing in his heart. He didn't expect that the Tang Dynasty also had political correctness.
"What the princess said is absolutely true."
Seeing that Chen Yanjun was too reserved, always bowing his head respectfully without even looking at her, he felt a little unhappy.
"You are too polite. I am just a little princess, not the founder emperor of Tianyuan Palace. You don't have to keep bowing and raising your head to look at me."
Chen Yanjun then raised his head and looked at Princess Ping An Li Chan, the legendary spokesperson for disasters in the palace.
The princess was seen wearing a bright yellow dress similar to the cut of a palace maid's dress. Her eyes often showed a not very smart look, and occasionally she showed a different kind of agility, like a rabbit out of nowhere.
Even so, the princess sat next to Qiu Zhuo and was not outdone by the fairy-like Qiu Zhuo.
If you look closely, you will see that she is an inch shorter than Qiu Zhuo. She is obviously as thin as Qiu Zhuo, but she still has a beautiful and charming figure.
Her delicate oval face is mostly covered by fringed bangs, her eyebrows are like distant daisy, her eyes are like autumn water, her bun is like the red moon, and her body is as fragrant as a musk deer.
Chen Yanjun originally thought that a troublemaker like Princess Ping An would look like a tomboy, but he didn't expect that she turned out to be a beauty.
Seeing Chen Yanjun looking at her seriously, Li Chan felt better.
"Speaking of skin, which one do you think is more beautiful, Mrs. Cui or me?"
Qiuzao supports the forehead.
The whole place was silent.
What is this?
Chen Yanjun was also confused. I kindly compared you to Qiu Zhuo, but you compared to Madam?
"According to the princess's beauty standards, the madam is naturally more beautiful."
Chen Yanjun is reasonable and well-founded.
Li Chan was happy.
This is saying that she has a good figure and Mrs. Cui is fat...
However, she did not give up.
"What about by your own standards?"
Chen Yanjun said truthfully:
"Madam is still pretty."
Cui Yourong:
"..."
Li Chan glanced at Mrs. Cui, and immediately pursed her lips in displeasure. Her face was full of majesty, and she hummed:
"Man is so disgusting!"
Behind the princess, a tall and thin Tianlong Guard with sharp eyes, wearing black gold soft armor, was staring at Chen Yanjun.
Chen Yanjun felt that the air was a little hot.
Li Chan asked Huo Longwei next to him:
"What's wrong with you?"
"nothing."
Huo Longwei then released his sharp eyes.
In his opinion, Mr. Chen does have some martial arts skills, but he is not capable of inflicting internal injuries on a locust tree as thick as two people...
After greeting the princess, Chen Yanjun turned around and bowed to Mrs. Zhang.
"Junior has met Mrs. Zhang."
Mrs. Zhang glanced at Chen Yanjun, her cold eyes narrowed slightly, and she said nothing.
As for Mrs. Zhang, she is a junior, and Mr. Zhang is a junior. Chen Yanjun just nodded.
This mother and son are tall and muscular, and their combined weight is probably five hundred kilograms!
However, this Mr. Zhang is holding a folding fan. He has an extraordinary appearance and a lively look. His eyes are slightly arrogant, and he does have the demeanor of a Confucian scholar.
Finally, Chen Yanjun turned around and bowed briefly to Mrs. Cui, but did not look into her eyes.
"Meet Madam."
After all, now is not the time for romance.
However, as soon as Cui Yourong saw Chen Yanjun, he remembered what happened last night and what he had just said, and couldn't help but blush.
Another person who couldn't look directly at Chen Yanjun was Butler Lei who was standing behind his wife.
When he saw Chen Yanjun, he wanted to vomit blood, and he had inexplicable fantasies about strange mushrooms...
After bowing in a circle, Mr. Chen turned back to the Zhang family.
"Since Mr. Zhang said that both Wen and Tao and his martial arts can be better than Chen, let's not talk about his military strategy. Chen is just a mortal and willing to be defeated. The question is, Wen and Tao...how is the comparison?"
Zhang Wei held a fan behind his back and said with full energy:
"Confucian classics, haiku, verse or quatrains, you can choose whatever you want, I don't care."
Chen Yanjun nodded slightly and said politely:
"Today is the last day of the Cold Food Festival. I guess you all have a busy schedule to come here. Time is limited. Writing poems is the fastest, so let's compare poems."
Mrs. Zhang's old eyes moved slightly, staring at Chen Yanjun.
Although the Zhang family has investigated Mr. Chen's poetry level, there are variables in his poetry.
For example, you can make multiple backup songs in advance.
You can also spend money to buy poems from poets and compose them for yourself.
Even if you don't cheat in advance, if you happen to come across a subject that you have some insights into, you will still write a popular poem.
The previously established rule is that Zhang Wei must be superior to his opponent in both literature, Tao and military skills to be considered a winner, so don't be careless.
Seeing Chen Yanjun's confident look, Mrs. Zhang said coldly:
"In order to have a fair competition, one party asked an outsider to write the poem title, and the other party asked an outsider to blindly comment on the poem."
When Li Chan heard this, she immediately rushed to suggest:
"This is the first time Dr. Cheng meets Mr. Chen. He is considered an outsider, so he will propose the topic. What do you think, madam?"
Cui Yourong nodded.
"We have Dr. Lao Cheng."
Mrs. Zhang then said again:
"In order to ensure fairness, I ask Dr. Cheng to write the title of the poem on paper now, shape it into a ball, and place it on the Eight Immortals table. It cannot be changed."
Cheng Zhiang took a piece of paper, thought about it, put down the ink, wrote the title of the poem, kneaded it into a ball, and placed it on the Eight Immortals table in the hall.
Mrs. Zhang nodded slightly and said:
"Since Mrs. Cui has asked someone to come up with a good title, I will send someone to Nanxianfang to find a random Confucian master to blindly comment on your poems."
Cui Yourong nodded in agreement.
Afterwards, Zhang's mother sent two followers to drive out to Nanxianfang Street.
Cui Yourong and Princess Ping An looked at each other.
Both of them guessed that the Zhang family had made preparations in advance, and this time they went out to bring in reinforcements to ensure that no accidents occurred.
After all, poetry has always been random. Li Du once wrote bad poems, and poor scholars occasionally came up with golden lines.
In fact, this is exactly the case.
In order to appear trustworthy, the two guards searched Nanxianfang for a long time.
Zhang Wei calmly picked up the tea cup and suddenly said to Chen Yanjun:
"I have nothing to do. I just heard from my wife that Mr. Chen has been practicing martial arts recently. Zhang happens to be an assistant martial artist. I also want to ask Mr. Chen for some tips."
Chen Yanjun has no intention of fighting Master Zhang. If he loses, he will lose face. If he wins, he will have to pay for the soup and medicine. It is even more likely that the Zhang family will take advantage of him.
"There are differences in cultivation. Chen is willing to be inferior in martial arts. There is no need to compare."
"Besides, it doesn't matter if Chen is injured. Mr. Zhang has a delicate body. If he is injured at all, the Du family cannot afford it."
Zhang Wei snorted coldly, like a hippopotamus snorting.
He said this as if he could win...
Zhang Wei's plan is to defeat the opponent with force in advance and frustrate the opponent's self-esteem without having to compete with spiritual power. This will make it difficult for the opponent to perform to his best in the poetry competition.
At the same time, it would also make Du Qiuzao completely give up on this useless man.
"We won't know the winner until we compete. I will suppress my spiritual power and pay attention to the severity, so as not to hurt my future father-in-law."
Chen Yanjun shook his head:
"No comparison."
Mrs. Zhang said with a straight face:
"It has to be compared. This has nothing to do with Mr. Chen, but to prove Quan Sun's military strategy in front of Qiu Zhuo so that Mrs. Cui can't find an excuse to refuse the marriage."
Chen Yanjun really didn't expect that the Zhang family would be so arrogant just because they were popular in front of Eunuch Qiu.
"It's okay to really compare."
"Although Chen is a martial arts practitioner, he is not interested in competing with anyone. A martial arts competition may result in injuries and loss of face, so you have to be careful."
"For example, something to bet on..."
Zhang Wei frowned. Is this kid still a gambler? Or do you want to rely on betting to make him give up his plan to compete?
He snorted coldly with his belly full:
"What do you want to bet on?"
Chen Yanjun turned around, looked at the six large boxes of betrothal gifts in the main hall, and pretended to say casually:
"Let's bet on these betrothal gifts. Anyway, Shi Chen will definitely win. I have brought these betrothal gift belts. It's not appropriate to carry them back, so I left them to me."
In fact, when he entered the hall just now, he was curious about what the six large boxes of betrothal gifts contained.
Is it enough for him to condense his Qi and form elixirs to pass the barrier?
He didn't want to take away people's property, but this young man was determined to humiliate him...
As an elder, he could only accept the betrothal gift in another safe way.
Everyone was shocked and didn't know what Chen Yanjun meant.
Mrs. Zhang's brows stood up, her folds trembled slightly, and a cold light appeared in her eyes.
If it weren't for the presence of a fifth-grade martial artist, she would have already unleashed her coercion and shocked the entire audience!
Mr. Zhang actually had the bearing of a Confucian scholar. He smiled and said cruel words extremely calmly:
"It seems that Mr. Chen is very confident in his poetic talent. Let's see. If Mr. Zhang wins the competition, Mr. Chen is asked to leave Cui's house. He has no power to tie the chicken and is not qualified to be Zhang's future father-in-law."
Chen Yanjun shook his head again and said calmly:
"Chen will not bet on the affection between him and his wife. What I am asking for is property. I also ask Mr. Zhang to make a financial bet."
Zhang Wei sneered and thought, who wants the property of a poor scholar like you?
"In this case, Zhang will not bet, just in exchange for another condition: fists and feet have no eyes, Mr. Chen is injured, please don't blame me."
Worried that Chen Yanjun would refuse due to fear, he added:
"Don't be afraid, Mr. Chen. As long as you don't die, no matter how serious your injury is... you will be cured one day."
However, this time, Chen Yanjun unexpectedly nodded.
"That's fair."
Subsequently, the two parties signed the gambling agreement and the disclaimer in sequence under the notarization of Princess Ping An.
The competition begins!
Both sides stood firm.
The whole place was silent.
Chen Yanjun carefully put away the deed.
Turn around.
--boom!
He punched Mr. Zhang and knocked him to the ground.