Unlike everyone else, Mr. Mo just walked around in the courtyard.
"Everyone, my Excellency, Mo Yangyu, is from Kunshan and has met you all."
He held his head high, just like he was in the garden of his own mansion, and it was he who organized this 'poetry club'.
When Lan Chen sneered at him in his heart, the people around him were filled with amazement.
Seeing that Lan Chen was interested, he asked quietly, "Brother Zhao, what's wrong? Who is Mo Yangyu? How come you are so amazed?"
"Does Brother Lan not know about the 'Kunshan Mo Family'?"
"I don't know."
"Ha..." Zhao Si'en smiled awkwardly, "I don't know if I should call you a frog in the well, but if you have lived in a boudoir for a long time, it is understandable that you don't know it. It is said that Kunshan has suppressed many demons, monsters, and monsters. It is considered a great place." It is a forbidden place in the Qian Dynasty."
"It is said to be a forbidden area, but in fact it is free to enter and exit, but life and death are unpredictable."
"And the Mo family has been guarding Kunshan for generations. Their descendants are all miraculous people, and their miraculous talents are even more powerful. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are the 'number one family of miraculous abilities' in Daqian."
"Although there are many rising stars, and the Mo family has long lost its former glory, its perennial foundation cannot be compared to that of a few juniors. A skinny camel is bigger than a horse."
Lan Chen smiled, as if he heard the slight dissatisfaction in Zhao Si'en's tone, and it was clear that he could not say the following words.
"But Brother Lan, I have a question."
"Please tell me."
"What do you think... of the poem I just wrote?"
"This? A good poem, a good poem! In my humble opinion, Brother Zhao's poem can still be ranked first."
This flattery made his face turn red with shame.
Zhao Sien was not arrogant and waved his hands repeatedly to show humility, "Brother Lan is still laughing. I am well aware of my level, but I never thought that there would be a competition like poetry. Alas, I was not well prepared."
"Yes." Lan Chen looked at Mo Yangyu not far away in silence.
This person who is completely prepared can speak every word with high pitch, force and rhyme.
It's just that... there's no emotion at all, no poetic soul at all.
In the previous life, let alone three hundred poems, three thousand or thirty thousand poems would not be comparable to Mo Yangyu's poems!
However, this thunderous applause also firmly pierced Lan Chen's heart.
Not only the audience, but also several people from the Sun family on the stage could not help but stand up and applaud.
Although they already knew the title, they were deeply impressed by their ability to produce such a masterpiece.
"As expected of the Mo family, they have inherited martial arts, and they are not bad at poetry, poetry, and poetry. They are really good at both civil and military skills. I, Mr. Zhao, am willing to bow down." After holding his hands in the air, Zhao Sien poked Lan Chen and said, "Brother Lan, the only one left is It’s you, well, I wish I had known you would appear earlier, why not let’s back off your edge first, and don’t let you go through this level.”
"It's okay, it's okay." Lan Chen didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
After waving his hands, he pushed aside the crowd and came to the middle.
Mo Yangyu was still there, leaning slightly towards the surroundings, enjoying the compliments from everyone. When he caught a glimpse of Lan Chen coming up, he was startled, and then frowned and looked at Lan Chen and the person that Mr. Deng specially told to pay attention to.
"Oh? Who is this dear friend?"
"Competition to find a bride."
"Haha!" As if hearing a big joke, Mo Yangyu couldn't help but said arrogantly, "Brother, you are so unlucky."
"I just had no intention of humiliating you, so I thought of letting you go first, and then I would appear on stage when it was almost done. I never thought that someone like you would slip through the net."
These words fell in the ears of all the young masters. Although they were indignant, it was also an indisputable fact.
They were so ashamed that they held their heads tightly, not even daring to raise their heads.
"Oh, my condolences, you unlucky man, but I admire you very much for actually daring to appear behind me." Mo Yangyu even raised his hand and patted Lan Chen on the shoulder, showing off the dignity of a winner without hesitation.
pride.
Lan Chen gently lowered his shoulders, getting rid of Mo Yangyu's arrogance first, then stepped forward and said, "Please Mr. Mo, please go down and listen to why the poem is written."
A few steps forward, placed in the middle position, Lan Chen raised his hand to support the fan, pretending to use force, and the fan slowly swayed in his hand, as if it had a little more music.
Those with sharp eyes also noticed the clues. After taking a closer look, the paper was clearly purple!
The old lady on the stage stood up excitedly and stared at the folding fan, feeling envious.
"Grandma, what's wrong?" Sun Miaomiao asked curiously.
"That fan, that fan is so beautiful. It goes perfectly with my purple dress. Judging from the color, it doesn't look like something from the past, but more like it was produced recently. I don't know who that gentleman is."
Sun Miaomiao smiled, she also knew the origin of that folding fan.
Shopkeeper Fang Hui gave this "gold foil purple paper fan" to Lan Chen as a gift yesterday.
However, the fabrics produced by the aromatherapy cloth merchant have not yet been completed, which means that apart from the purple dress worn by the ancestor of Sun Mansion, the only thing left is the 'fan' in Lan Chen's hand.
Just as it happened, Sun Miaomiao also hoped that grandma could leave a good impression, so she immediately followed up and said, "Grandma, he is Lan Chen, a friend I made in Xuzhou."
"Oh? Xuzhou? Lan's...could it be?"
"Yes, Xuzhou Lan, hereditary baron."
"It turns out it's him."
The ancestor's tone suddenly lost interest and became full of boredom.
However, what Sun Miaomiao said next whetted her appetite.
"And this Lan Chen is also the boss behind Xuzhou Yanfang."
"What's that?"
"The purple dye of the aromatherapy cloth merchant came from Yanfang! The method of reviving the purple dye was thought up by Lan Chen alone and reproduced it. Now it can be concluded that the entire Daqian Dynasty was the only one that
There is a Yanfang family that can produce it."
The ancestor was stunned for a moment, his eyes filled with childlike excitement.
"really!?"
"Grandma! Have I ever lied to you? Yesterday I met Lan Chen again, and it was in front of Fang Hui, the owner of the aromatherapy cloth merchant. I also asked about it." Sun Miaomiao showed a sly smile, although she felt a little sorry.
Fang Hui, but in order to make his ancestor pay more attention to Lan Chen, he only came up with this strategy: "A new batch of purple dye has been shipped, and the entire fragrance cloth merchant is working hard to produce purple cloth."
"The folding fan in his hand was also given by shopkeeper Fang Hui out of friendship."
"Hey, you are really a young talent. But I didn't expect that the young master would be interested in a little girl like you." The ancestor raised his hand and patted Sun Miaomiao's forehead.
"Grandma!" Sun Miaomiao's face turned red instantly.
"But don't think about it." The ancestor then said with regret, "Well, the results are important in the marriage recruitment competition. Your father had already leaked the test questions to Mo Yangyu. Does Mr. Lan Chen know any poems and songs?"
"I don't know." Sun Miaomiao shook her head, "He has written several story books, which are extremely popular around Xuzhou. I want to sell them in Huadu when I have some free time. I think they will be very popular."
"My words are simple. There is no need for a soul of rhyme. Only poetry is the most comprehensive one. Alas. Miao'er, just accept your fate."
Lan Chen didn't know all the things going on on the stage and the bustling people off the stage. He only knew how to recite that...unique poem throughout the ages.
He doesn't even need to use the miraculous power of 'memory retrieval', he can just rely on the heroic passion in his memory!
"Don't you see me?
The water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky and rushes to the sea never to return.
Don’t you see me,
The bright mirror in the high hall has sad white hair, and it looks like blue silk in the morning and snow in the evening..." This chapter has been completed!