160 Bai Xia and Chang Le Wei Yang, Don't Forget Your Appearance
"Big nephew..."
Yan Weiyu smoothly carried the collection of poems behind him, with a smile on his face, looked at the person in front of him, and continued: "...Why did you take away my white jade belt just now when my aunt and I weren't paying attention? It's not like you were doing something good.
ah."
Yan Wulu also looked at the white jade belt in his hand, feeling slightly embarrassed.
No matter how you say it, Yan Weiyu is also a female, and she is also her little aunt.
And I just ripped the belt off his body like this, even if it was just a decoration, it still feels weird when I say it.
Yan Wulu shook his head slightly, forced himself to be calm and said——
"Little aunt, please return the collection of recorded poems to me first, and then I will return your white jade belt to you."
"Hahaha..." Yan Weiyu smiled, "...Since my eldest nephew likes my white jade belt, then you can keep it."
"...As for this collection of recorded poems, I have to go back and appreciate your nephew's poems before I can consider returning them to you."
As he spoke, Yan Weiyu's figure flickered, and he left the bedroom in a few steps.
Yan Wulu couldn't catch up, so he had no choice but to sit back on the seat next to the red log table...
He looked at the white jade belt in his hand, and it seemed that the scent of Yan Weiyu still remained on it...
Yan Wulu shook his head again, dispelling the inexplicable thoughts in his head, and said to himself——
"This little aunt, I am really... committing a crime."
…
at night.
Yan Weiyu's bedroom.
The night was dark, but countless candles were lit inside the house, which was brightly lit.
Yan Weiyu is wearing a white lining, with her graceful body looming...
She was lying on the bed, with one leg slightly arched, and her hands holding the book of recorded poems that she snatched from Yan Wulu's study today.
Quietly flip through the poems and music on it.
The collection of recorded poems is very thick, as if it were a thick history book.
It records every poem written by the thousands of people who participated in the "Jinling Poetry Meeting" this time.
And Yan Weiyu flipped through the pages very quickly...
On average, it took her no more than three seconds to flip through a page filled with fonts.
but……
Only when she encounters the page with the words "Yan Wulu", her speed will slow down visibly.
Yan Weiyu looked at the records in the poetry collection carefully, her slender fingers passed over them, and she murmured silently.
She raised her head slightly and closed her eyes, feeling endless aftertaste.
For a moment, Yan Wulu's figure and face came back to his mind. It was really... lingering.
"My eldest nephew is really becoming more and more charming."
"...What should I do with this?"
Yan Weiyu thought about it, her long hair was slightly disheveled, her face was blushing, and she was hard to read for a while.
…
…
Since Yan Wulu won the title of "Jinling Poet Saint", almost every day, literati and poets came from Jinling and the surrounding areas just to see Yan Wulu.
Some scribes even came with a large sum of money, wanting to ask for a calligraphy treasure from this newly promoted "Jinling Poet Saint".
Yan Wulu felt speechless in his heart...
He declined the other party politely.
Yan Wulu doesn't like to be too ostentatious, nor does he like to rely on other people's things.
Come to think of it, if it wasn't to suppress Yi Junhan, he wouldn't have taken action.
However, it is still a bit unexpected.
Yan Wulu originally thought that the Jinling Poetry Society had already been turned into a mess by the secret operations of King Yu and others.
But now it seems that this "Jinling Poetry Society" and the title of "Jinling Poetry Saint" are more valuable than he imagined.
It can also be regarded as full of gold content.
At least, now, when the name Yan Wulu is spoken, the first reaction of many Jinling scribes is no longer that of "Northland Dandy", but the nickname of "Jinling Poet Saint".
…
…
Early winter is approaching.
A month passed silently and quickly like running water.
In the blink of an eye, it was already time for the big martial arts competition to begin.
Daqian's martial arts competition has a more widely known name among the Jinling family and merchants - the martial arts tournament.
This is the name given to the last round of competition in the Daqian martial arts competition.
In the original world of the fifth novel, this martial arts competition was Ye Changtian's first step into the Great Qian Dynasty.
In this martial arts competition, Ye Changtian defeated all the heroes and won the first prize in one fell swoop, becoming the first "martial arts champion" from a commoner in Daqian, breaking the Jinling family's monopoly on martial arts.
At the same time, it was also during a martial arts competition that Ye Changtian's world-famous sword - [General Sword], as well as his excellent martial arts skills, attracted the attention of the high-ranking officials in Daqian.
Moreover, in this martial arts competition, Ye Changtian also accidentally won the hearts of many Jinling beauties including Princess Taiping...
Now that I think about it, it was really a unique martial arts competition.
…
Daqian's martial arts competition will be held in the northern part of Jinling City.
early morning.
He was already a servant of the Yan Mansion, and had prepared a carriage and a series of paperwork for Yan Wulu.
In the living room.
Yan Weiyu looked at Yan Wulu, who was ready in front of him, and reminded him——
"Eldest nephew, there is nothing you need to pay special attention to when participating in the martial arts competition this time."
"...With your current strength, facing those Jinling young masters, let alone the top three, even the 'Martial Champion' is just a matter of easy capture."
"...Just be a little more careful and try not to beat others to death."
"...Otherwise, just as a precaution, we would have to go to his house and massacre his entire family, close friends and relatives from far and wide. Even his dog would have to be chopped twice more, and the dog in his yard would have to be chopped off twice." The earthworms also have to be dug out and cut upright."
Yan Weiyu said this with great assurance, without feeling that he was exaggerating at all.
Yan Wulu listened quietly, dumbfounded. For a moment, he just felt that his little aunt... was really murderous.
No wonder Amaro said to himself a few days ago - "Strict female benefactor has learned the true meaning of my Buddha!"
As expected, she is her father's adopted sister, and she and his father seem to be carved out of the same mold. But her murderous intention seems to be more profound and obvious.
"Don't worry, little aunt, Wulu has his own sense of proportion."
"Yeah." Yan Weiyu nodded slightly.
She was very reassured about the nephew in front of her, and he would not make too outrageous mistakes.
Yan Wulu bowed his hands and prepared to set off.
But just as he was about to set off, he was suddenly stopped by Yan Weiyu...
"Eldest nephew, here is a jade pendant for you."
"Jade pendant?"
Yan Wulu was a little confused, but he still took the jade pendant from Yan Weiyu very respectfully...
It was a piece of pure white flawless overall, but in the center was a round jade pendant that seemed to be inlaid with a piece of greenish-brown amber.
It is carved with patterns and has a hollow in the middle.
Upon closer inspection, I discovered that the greenish-brown color in the middle was not the inlay, but the original jade, which was greenish-brown in the middle and white and flawless on the outside.
From the perspective of material alone, this blue and white jade pendant is extremely rare and priceless. Not to mention the ingenious carving and polishing craftsmanship.
"This jade pendant is a treasure-level magic weapon, named 'Bai Xia'."
Yan Weiyu also saw Yan Wulu's surprise at this jade pendant, and she continued to add aloud——
"...'Bai Xia's' function is relatively simple, but it is extremely special and unique. It can block other warriors from detecting your consciousness."
"...In this way, even when you are fighting with all your strength, it is difficult for bystanders to detect your warrior state with just your spiritual consciousness."
Yan Wulu heard this and knew how precious this thing was.
Magical weapons are rare in the world, and most of them are used in combat.
It is even rarer to have special non-combat properties like this.
Moreover, according to what Yan Weiyu means, no matter what the opponent's strength is, even if he is a ninth-level warrior, his consciousness will be blocked and he will not be able to detect his own strength.
"My aunt gave me such an expensive gift, how can Wu Lu afford it?"
"Why can't I bear this? You are my eldest nephew. I think you deserve this, so you deserve it."
Yan Weiyu said.
She approached Yan Wulu again and secretly turned on the face-squeezing and smearing mode.
At the same time, he also opened his mouth and continued in a low voice——
"...This thing is extremely useful to you. Your strength has improved rapidly and you are already an early fifth-level warrior. However, most people in Jinling City, even those with many eyes, only think that you are only a third-level warrior.
Just a warrior."
“…Only by taking the enemy by surprise can we attack him unprepared.”
"...Sometimes, a little information difference can turn the entire battle situation around."
"What about you, little aunt? You are often sent out on missions to suppress monsters. I guess this 'Bai Xia' magical weapon is also extremely useful to you, right?" Yan Wulu asked with concern.
"Hahahaha..." Yan Weiyu laughed when he heard the sound, "...I didn't expect that my eldest nephew has learned to think about others. My aunt, I am very touched."
"How can there be..." Yan Wulu was slightly speechless, thinking that he didn't think about others before?
"oh?"
When Yan Weiyu heard Yan Wulu's words, he got a different meaning.
"...If the eldest nephew said that, could it be that he only thinks about it so much because the target is me?"
Yan Weiyu said, and kept getting closer to Yan Wulu.
Yan Wulu recalled the previous two experiences for a while...
I just feel so confused.
"Little aunt, I will accept 'Bai Xia', thank you very much! Wulu will definitely give aunt a priceless gift in the future, so take the first step!"
"...If it's too late, we won't be able to catch up with the 'Contest of Martial Arts'."
Yan Wulu said and quickly left in a few steps.
It's strange, he never gets so flustered.
Even when facing Jiang Yueling, Zhao Lingrui and Zhang Chunhua, they were all stunning beauties, but Yan Wulu never felt flustered at all.
And every time when facing Yan Weiyu, he can't help but... well, it's better to retreat quickly.
Yan Weiyu looked at Yan Wulu who was gradually walking away, and couldn't help but chuckle in her heart.
She only thought that her nephew was really interesting.
It's really... very touching.
…
Walk out of the reception hall.
Yan Wulu came to the gate of Yan Mansion.
Here, Zhang Chunhua and a group of Zhenbei cavalry guards have been waiting for a long time.
"Let's go." Yan Wulu said calmly and signaled.
Immediately, he turned over and rode on the dark cloud horse that had been prepared.
Zhang Chunhua, also wearing riding clothes and riding a horse, came to Yan Wulu and walked side by side.
When she was beside Yan Wulu, she seemed to look around, and when she felt that everyone's eyes were not here, she took out a sachet from her arms and raised it with both hands.
"Your Majesty, this is...the gift I promised you."
"Huh?" Yan Wulu was a little surprised when he first heard this.
He looked at Zhang Chunhua next to him, and for a moment he noticed that the other person seemed to be a bit rosy...
But soon, Yan Wulu reacted.
He knew that it was very rude to let the girl who gave the gift keep handing it over with both hands.
Taking it with a slight smile, Yan Wulu asked -
"Chunhua, what is this?"
"Didn't Chunhua say that he wanted to give you a gift when we were in Jinxuiyifang City?"
Zhang Chunhua explained, and at the end of his explanation, he did not forget to ask, "...Your Majesty, have you forgotten it?"
"How come?!"
Yan Wulu spoke directly. At the same time, he seemed to have recalled something. His smile deepened for a moment and he said——
"...It's just that I thought you had already given me the 'gift' that night."
When Zhang Chunhua heard this, he also thought of that night, and his fair cheeks turned red for a moment...
She lowered her head slightly and seemed to hesitate for a moment before asking -
"Your Majesty, do you... like that gift?"
"Of course I do." Yan Wulu replied.
He lightly rubbed sand into his hands, feeling the workmanship and texture of the sachet.
The silk threads are all of the highest quality from the "Jinxu Yifang City", and there is no doubt about the material.
The most amazing thing is that the workmanship of this sachet is not inferior to that of the best embroiderers in Zhenbei Palace.
Even though it's not priceless, it's still worth a thousand taels of gold. It's worth a lot of money.
Yan Wulu suddenly remembered that when he and Zhang Chunhua went to his hometown in the suburbs of Yanbei, Zhang Chunhua mentioned that his mother made a living as a female celebrity when she was young.
At that time, Zhang Chunhua mentioned that he also learned some needlework from his mother when he was young.
Yan Wulu didn't pay much attention to it at that time, but he didn't expect that it would be so extraordinary when he saw it today.
"...The craftsmanship of this sachet is really ingenious and exquisite,"
Yan Wulu praised highly.
He put the sachet in front of his eyes and could already smell the elegant and fragrant aroma in it...
It's the same fragrance that Zhang Chunhua often has, it's the smell of frangipani.
The sachet is in the shape of an oval bag, with a light bluish-white color as a whole, but with some golden silk thread and dark black thread supplemented by embroidery.
There are four characters tattooed on each side of it - "Changle Weiyang" and "Don't forget your appearance".
"Chunhua, these eight words of yours are not ordinary."
Yan Wulu opened his mouth.
Zhang Chunhua didn't know whether this was considered transgression. At that time, she just suddenly thought of these eight words in her mind, and she stabbed them in by accident.
Now that I think about it, it seems that it really doesn't fit my identity.
I don't know when she started, but she seemed to become more bold and disrespectful of etiquette in front of the Crown Prince.
Just like what my mother said at that time in the suburbs of Yanbei - "the appearance of a demon concubine".
Zhang Chunhua was about to bow his head and apologize.
But Yan Wulu hugged him first...
"I really like these eight characters you embroidered."
Yan Wulu said, as if pouring hot air into Zhang Chunhua's ears...
The weather in early winter is quite cold even in Jinling in the south of the Yangtze River.
Whenever a person speaks, white energy will be produced.
"...So, please, please stay with me forever and never forget your appearance."