Everyone at the table followed Shang Zhi and looked at the young man in Tsing Yi who was pointing the sword of Yuehu. They saw that the young man in Tsing Yi had handsome features and a majestic air. Shang Zhi moved his index finger behind his back.
Sensing the dragon energy in the young man in green, Shang Zhi cupped his fists and called out.
"Congratulations, young master. Please compose an impromptu poem based on the meaning of the sword!"
Qing Langgan (gan) went to sea this time under the secret order of the Dragon Emperor Xing General, and came to monitor Yunyu and protect Ye Hui. Unexpectedly, he was chosen by a stroke of luck, and he couldn't refuse at the moment.
"May I ask what the name of this sword is?"
"Cold light!"
Hearing Shang Zhi's explanation, Qing Langgan said silently, "Three feet of ice does not freeze in a day." He lowered his head and thought for a few seconds, and finally raised his eyes to look at Shang Zhi.
"The cold sword has a three-foot, ten-thousand-mile edge, and the horizontal sword gallops across the nine states!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Hui looked around and everyone was dumbfounded. He looked up and down at Qinglanggan's extraordinary grace. He raised his hand and clapped his mouth, and the applause led everyone to join in.
Shang Zhi looked at Ye Hui with a happy look in his eyes, and turned to Qinglanggan and nodded.
"Young Master is very talented in literature. Please sit down and wait for your vote!"
Qing Langgan knew that this match was for three rounds, so he thanked everyone at the table and took his seat again. Seeing this, Shang Zhi did not hesitate and looked sideways at the maid who handed the arrows.
The maid received Shang Zhi's signal and handed the second arrow to Ye Hui. Ye Hui took the arrow and turned it across the bow string. He flicked it with his hand and released it, and the sharp arrow flew out again.
With a "pop" sound, the second sharp weapon in the grid appeared in front of everyone's eyes. Different from the sharpness of the cold light sword, this object was pure white and as ordinary as a piece of silk.
While everyone was puzzled, Shang Zhi held up the white gauze disapprovingly and asked the maid to deliver it to Yuehu. Yuehu touched the white gauze and his eyes covered by the cloth moved.
She had always wanted to ask Ye Hui for this thing, but now she could take this opportunity to try it out. In her thoughts, Yuehu smiled brightly, causing everyone to start singing.
Yuehu gathered strength and waved, and the shawl wrapped around Yuehu's arms. As Yuehu's internal energy poured into it, the robe took on a new look in an instant, as thin as cicada wings, like the sunlight falling on the sea and creating sparkling waves.
The dazzling brilliance reflects the graceful dancing posture of the Moon Fox. With one wave and one move, the lingering shadow of the silk tail brings up the starlight, one by one shining in the sky, surrounding the Moon Fox, and the whole body is incomparably beautiful.
As the music fell and the guests were feasting their eyes, Yuehu tossed the silk in her hand and slowly fell to the table of the only woman in white who was sitting at the table. The woman in white found the beautiful silk and turned around to look at it.
Xiang Shangzhi.
"This baby is so beautiful! What is its name?"
"Spring comes out of dead trees!"
In just four words, the woman in white recalled how simple and unpretentious she was when she came out of the closet in silk clothes, and then how stunningly beautiful she was when she was danced by the moon fox, without a single word of praise.
"Who is so good at naming!"
Upon hearing this, Shang Zhi glanced at Ye Hui, saw Ye Hui's eyebrows raised, and responded to the woman in white.
"Of course it's my lord!"
The woman in white followed the sound and looked at Ye Huiyi's ferocious face as rumored, and frowned subconsciously. She was Mu Qinghua, the eldest daughter of the Diao King of Shanhai Beichuan.
In the past, she often heard Nanchuan Yuanbu and Shan Kui, the Holy Lord of Mountains and Seas, mention Ye Hui, and she became more and more curious day by day. Now that she heard about the Tianshuitai Moon Banquet, she came without telling King Diao.
Just to see how naughty Ye Hui really is, Mu Qinghua looked at Ye Hui's laziness and casualness as he reclined on the chair, but a different feeling arose in his heart.
"I never thought you could take out this name!"
The words were so bizarre that everyone at the table laughed faintly, and Ye Hui curled his lips into a smile.
"Can't it?"
With a rhetorical question, Mu Qinghua met Ye Hui's gaze, and her mind swayed. She felt that the purple light in those eyes was like the vastness of the stars. At a glance, the sun and moon melted into each other, completely overshadowing the ferocious appearance of his face.
The more Mu Qinghua looked at Ye Hui, the more she was immersed in it. Until Shang Zhi covered his lips and coughed, Mu Qinghua suddenly woke up. When she saw everyone staring at her, Mu Qinghua blushed and raised her head to Ye Hui, unwilling to show weakness.
"No! I...I'm just surprised how an ugly guy like you, who is famous in all of Kyushu, got this name!"
Hearing Mu Qinghua cover up, Ye Hui closed his eyes and hid his smile.
"For such a beautiful woman, she also wrote a poem to amaze me?"
Ye Hui captured Mu Qinghua's ferret, which was hidden in human form, and then thought about the ferret king of Shanhai Beichuan and the monkey tribe of Nanchuan who were eyeing Shanhu's father, Shanhai Shenglord Shankui, and changed the subject.
"If the beauty can convince me, I will give this silk to you without having to vote!"
After saying that, Ye Hui raised his lips and smiled, which made Mu Qinghua's heart skip a beat. She turned to look at Yue Hu, who was so angry that she took off the veil. Yue Hui glanced sideways at Ye Hui.
Ye Hui suddenly smiled stiffly and lowered his head while holding the wine, pretending not to see him. Mu Qinghua frowned, and looked back at Yue Hu with jealousy in her eyes, and pursed her red lips in displeasure.
"As the saying goes, I can compose poetry by observing things. If you are kind enough, my lady would give me a silk cloth to watch and appreciate carefully."
Although Mu Qinghua didn't want to be polite to Yuehu, she knew that etiquette cannot be discarded, not to mention it was in public, so she asked again.
"I wonder if that's okay?"
Upon hearing this, Yue Hui glanced at Ye Hui again, and seeing that Ye Hui remained silent, he bit his silver teeth, turned around, suppressed his anger, and handed the silk scarf to Mu Qinghua.
"please!"
Mu Qinghua was unwilling to look at Shang Yuehu, and when she saw Ye Hui peeking at her, she was so happy that she raised her hand to caress the silk fabric, feeling the dazzling light on the silk fabric, and her red lips parted slightly.
"There are thousands of sharp weapons in the world, like cold trees and spring flowers, each with its own merits, but this is not as good as..."
Halfway through her words, Mu Qinghua looked at Ye Hui.
"The clouds are made of neon clothes and the court is a box, and the king's beauty is reflected in his eyes."
The old saying goes, "A woman's appearance pleases her", such as "A gauze is rejuvenated for its owner", which not only expresses the new look when wearing silk, but also does not lose Mu Qinghua's hint to Ye Hui.
With a pun, everyone at the table held their breath and looked at Ye Hui. Ye Hui paused with his arm holding the cup, and looked up at Yue Hu with anger in his eyes.
Eyes facing each other, Ye Hui looked for Mu Qinghua, who was smiling like a peach and plum behind Yuehu, and felt that the combination of these two women had more spiritual impact than the surprise of the fourth child.
Of course, after thinking about it, Ye Hui had a plan in mind, and naturally he would not give up the opportunity to get involved with the Beichuan Mink Clan for Yuehu. At worst, he would forge a shawl specifically for Yuehu afterwards.
Having thought about this, Ye Hui put down his wine glass, raised his finger and tapped his chin.
"As the saying goes, the makeup of youth is your appearance, the sun is the morning, the moon is the evening, and the beauty is the morning and evening..."
At the same time as Chi Yu, Ye Hui paused his fingertips and looked back at Mu Qinghua with a curl of the corner of his mouth.
"It's really wonderful for a beauty to imitate an object with a human being!"
There seemed to be no response in the words, causing Mu Qinghua to recite Ye Hui's words, "Your Majesty is Chao Chao Mu Mu", and subconsciously clenched the silk in her hand.
"Then Sir..."
"I keep my word, this dead tree has returned to beauty in spring!"
After finishing the sentence, Mu Qinghua saw the unwillingness in Shang Yuehu's eyes and deliberately provoked her.
"My lordship said that the sun and the moon are shining brightly at dusk, Mu Qinghua will remember it!"
Sure enough, when Yue Hu heard Mu Qinghua's name, he was about to raise his clenched fist. Ye Hui took the opportunity to cough, and Shang Zhi quickly drank.