"Hmph!" The female assassin snorted and stood up, raising her sword and pointing it at Jiang Hu. Her aura did not decrease because she was injured in the explosion, but instead increased a lot.
"I didn't expect you to be so cunning at such a young age. People who are about to die don't need to know so much. You can just die."
"Your words are wrong. I am very resourceful."
While Jiang Hu was talking, he looked in the direction of Chaotianque. The distance between one person and one sword was really damn far!
"Stop talking nonsense! Look at the sword!"
"etc!"
"Huh?" The female assassin paused, then realized and gritted her teeth. It turned out that all this was done by this guy to delay time.
"I have something to say!"
Jiang Hu felt that he could still save the life, and hoped to delay as much time as possible until the reinforcements arrived. Unfortunately, the female assassin did not listen to him at all, and raised her sword to stab him.
"Nonsense! Look at the sword!"
"Xia Xia! I still have my last words!"
"Huh? What does it have to do with me if you have last words?"
"Don't I even have the right to say my last words? Is your heart iron-clad?"
"You brat, you're stalling for time! Hmph - look at the sword!"
The long sword was aimed at Jiang Hu's heart, as fast as lightning, and pierced suddenly. Jiang Hu struggled to avoid it, but the force emitted by the girl had locked him up, as if it could capture all his movements, and the long sword was still aimed at him.
The vital point is coming straight at you.
Jiang Hu's water and fire force was operating to the limit, and the sky fire and star burning reached its limit. Now he could only use all his strength to activate the phantom in order to avoid the attack.
However, the opponent's sword was fierce and did not give Jiang Hu any chance.
In an instant, Jiang Hu felt a sharp pain in his chest, his vision went dark, and his body fell backwards involuntarily.
"Humph, that's all!" The assassin looked at Jiang Hu who fell to the ground, and his figure flashed away and disappeared into Chenghua Avenue.
"Quick, over there!"
"It's the palace's carriage!"
"He's alive!"
There was a lot of noise all around, and Jiang Hu only heard this sentence: He is still alive, so he fell asleep peacefully.
...
The Imperial Flower House, also known as the Flower Capital, is a bustling place with a feast of lights and entertainment. It is a place where countless men live in intoxication and dreams. Countless literati and talented people gather here. Occasionally, some of them bring maids with them, but most of the guests come alone, and some of them come together.
Come.
Huafang is a very famous entertainment venue in the imperial capital.
Among them, there are three main flower buildings, Xiaoxiang Pavilion, Xiangman Pavilion, and the Jiaosi Square opened by the officials.
Among them, the Jiaoshi Square is the most famous. It specializes in cultivating women who are not prostitutes but performers. All of them are girls who are proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting. Some are the daughters of guilty ministers, and some are the daughters of slaves. They are all arranged to perform arts here to make money.
Hua Ruyu likes to come to Jiaoshifang the most.
The girls here are as dignified as jade, which is the most suitable place for a real romantic talent like him to come and admire them.
Looking at the flowers on the stage, the jade-like folding fan was placed in front of his chest and was fanning, giving him a unique flavor of a scholar. The women on the left and right handed over wine glasses, and all came without hesitation. The more the better. As an original master, he has profound original power.
He is not afraid of this ordinary drink at all, and can still maintain a half-drunk and half-awake posture, which makes people feel ecstatic.
Soon after, several young people came over, and one of them took a poem and showed it in front of everyone.
"Gaofeng's poetry, hahaha, please watch it!"
"Brother Hua, didn't you say you wanted to invite Jiang Hu to come? Where are the people? Hahahaha——"
"Yes, Brother Hua, could it be that he is afraid?"
Several young people were laughing and joking, completely ignoring Hua Ruyu's livid complexion. They were originally from Wenzong. At today's Huadu Poetry Meeting, Wenzong's poems topped the audience, especially Gao Feng, who wrote three masterpieces in a row, each of which was captivating.
It's top-notch poetry.
Hua Ruyu originally had a bet with Wenzong, but she didn't expect that she was intercepted by the little princess on the way to La Jianghu.
The little princess was very unruly. In order to protect himself, he had to leave his nephew and come alone. During this period, he kept expecting his nephew to come to the rescue, but unfortunately Jiang Hu did not come to find him.
If he were here, he would definitely win the first place in today's poetry club, win the favor of the oiran, and defeat these literary people.
Hua Ruyu had already made a bold statement that Jiang Hu would be invited to the Poetry Club today and he would beat up everyone in Wenzong. She never expected that she would be the one being beaten up.
Thinking of this, Hua Ruyu took a sip of wine with a cold face.
Several people laughed when they saw this: "Hahaha, it's a pity that Jiang Hu didn't dare to challenge, probably because he was too ugly and didn't dare to come out to meet people, hahaha——"
"I don't think so. There must be something unspeakable. Have you heard about it?"
"That's enough, a bunch of lackeys!" The people said more and more outrageously. Hua Ruyu crushed the cup in her hand, stood up and glared at the few young people who came to make trouble, "If you don't want to fight, get out of here!"
Several young people were so frightened that they backed away. Hua Ruyu was a direct disciple of the Imperial Master's Office. They did not dare to fight with this person. If no one had instructed them, they would not have appeared in front of Hua Ruyu to show off Wenzong's poems.
"Hahahaha - Brother Hua, today's Huadu Poetry Festival is about making friends through literature. Don't forget." At this time, a figure appeared in the attic opposite. The man had a handsome face and a good temperament. He was the son of Wenzong Prime Minister Gao Ping.
,peak.
"Gaofeng, are you sending these people here to disturb my mood?" Hua Ruyu finally figured it out. The truth was just as he said. It was just that it was difficult to do anything here, so she could only hold her breath.
"Hahaha -" Gao Feng laughed loudly after hearing this: "Today's poetry meeting is originally about meeting friends through literature. I asked a few friends to send poems to Brother Hua for tasting. If you don't like it, there is no need to be angry." His eyes were cold.
He looked at the young people who came to stir up trouble and said coldly: "Come back here, I ask you to do even a small thing, you can't do it well, you are just useless."
"Yes -" Facing the insults, these people not only did not feel depressed, but the smiles and ridicule on their faces became even stronger.
Everyone present knew that,
Gao Feng and Hua Ruyu are like cats and mice. Although they won't fight when they meet, they will fight openly and secretly, but usually Gao Feng wins more and loses less.
Hua Ruyu glared at Gao Feng, but could only hide it. Gao Feng smiled playfully. He seemed to like seeing Hua Ruyu who wanted to hit but didn't dare to fight. He based his happiness on Hua Ruyu's
Above the pain.
The feud between the two has been going on for a long time.
Several people at the same table as Hua Ruyu asked him to calm down his anger.
"Xiaolan, give us a poem called "Wild Creeping Grass!" The poem "Jiang Hu Gongzi" is enough to beat all the poems in the Huadu Poetry Club!" Someone at the table asked the singer to play and sing Jiang Hu's "Wild Creeping Grass".
Suppress the opponent's momentum.
"Yes -" the dancing girl named Xiaolan responded, picked up the guqin and put her nimble fingers on it, gently stroking the piano.
As the soft sound of the piano and melodious singing sounded, Hua Ruyu was able to suppress her inner anger, slowly sat down, and drank.
At this moment, the other side began to sing Feng Feng's masterpiece loudly again, and the voice was filled with a trace of original force. The sound resounded throughout the dance floor, suppressing the wild vines that the dancer was playing and singing.
Hua Ruyu gritted her teeth and clenched her fists. Her emotions were on the verge of bursting out. Her eyes seemed to be bursting with flames as she looked directly at the dance auditorium opposite. However, Gao Feng faced this death gaze without any panic and looked indifferently.
The flowers bloom like jade.
"Gaofeng, you are going too far!"
...
At this moment, news suddenly came out from downstairs:
"Come on, come on, the prince's palace is hosting a banquet for Jianghu talents. There is a masterpiece that has just been released. Everyone, hurry up and take a look! It's still warm."
As soon as these words came out, the guests upstairs turned their heads to watch.
Jiang Hu’s name has already been resoundingly popular,
The story of a young man who used the poem "Wild Weeds" to defeat the high-ranking disciples at the Shadowmoon City High-ranking Poetry Society and win a beautiful woman is now very popular in the flower shop.
Today is the last day of the Huadu Poetry Festival held in the Dean's Square. The hall is full of guests. Almost all the literati and talented people in the imperial capital have gathered here. When they heard that Jiang Hu has produced another excellent work, some were very excited, while others were dismissive.
Jiang Hu, the apprentice of the eldest princess, is now a famous person in the imperial capital. In the high palace of Shadowmoon City, he defeated the crowd with his song "Wild Mane Grass" and even won the beauty. This kind of skill is really admirable, especially for these self-proclaimed romantic talents.
People who often visit fireworks venues are already familiar with its name.
Some people may think that this person has a false reputation, but the talented people who hang out in the flower shop use this person as an example.
Being able to abduct the eldest daughter of the Gao family with just one poem was a miracle in the eyes of these romantic young men. He was already the pinnacle of romantic talents, and they had to admire her very much.
"Hahahaha - Brother Hua, your nephew is not here, but the poems are here!"
"Now we will definitely defeat those bastards like Wenzong!"
"Hahahaha——" Hua Ruyu laughed loudly, stood up and pointed at Gao Feng on the opposite balcony, laughing and scolding: "Gao Feng, do you still dare to continue the bet?"
The two of them had already made a bet. Whoever loses at the Huadu Poetry Club will pay for a treat. All guests attending the Huadu Poetry Club will be credited to the loser.
This is why Hua Ruyu is so angry and crazy here when she usually laughs and laughs.
Because he lost the poetry competition, he would become pauper overnight...
"Humph - the Huadu Poetry Festival hasn't ended yet, so it will continue naturally." Gao Feng just didn't believe that this little boy could write any good poems, considering that he had already written five or six good poems.
Therefore, he is sure to win!
The two of them looked at the man downstairs at the same time and said in unison: "Recite the poem quickly!"
"Tch - who are you? Tell me and I will say it? Then wouldn't it be too shameful for me?"
"..." The two of them were speechless.
Indeed, in Yancheng, the capital of the Fire Tide Empire, anyone caught at random might be a high-ranking official. The two of them calmed down after thinking about this. They looked at each other and said nothing, waiting for the person to announce the answer himself.
"The fresh poems of Jiang Hu are in my hand. Remember, I am the son of the palace steward, Hou Junliang." The young man shouted in the yard, fearing that others would not remember his name, which was very funny.
ridiculous.
"Tch, who cares what your name is? Quickly show us what the great talent Jiang Hu has done!"
"That's it, stop being so pretentious and show us."
The surroundings were constantly noisy and noisy, so the young man should stop showing off and quickly open his eyes to everyone. The young man ignored it and felt that he had information and he was going to be famous. His nostrils were raised to the sky and his eyes were squinting at everyone, looking very conceited.
"Mr. Hou, please present Mr. Jiang's calligraphy treasure so that everyone can take a look at it."
There was a beautiful girl on the top floor. She stretched out her neck flexibly and smiled brightly at Hou Junliang below. Everyone's eyes were straightened.
"It's Miss Yanran!"
"Miss Li Yanran!"
The girl is fair, graceful, lively and very charming, just like a smart peacock, blending in among the chickens.
Everyone started to boo, and when they no longer looked at the calligraphy in Hou Junliang's hand, they all looked up at Miss Yanran upstairs.
I saw her smile that captivated all living beings. She looked at her frequently and was full of charm. She was simply a peerless beauty in the world.
Hou Junliang was so beautiful that he couldn't take his eyes away. He didn't react until the girl called his name again. "Mr. Hou, have you seen enough? Please show your calligraphy." The girl was like a pure snow lotus, with branches trembling and giggling happily.
Her beauty seems to have a charming charm that makes people obsessed with it.
"Oh, let me tell you first why Mr. Jiang wrote this poem." Hou Junliang reacted and his cheeks turned red in embarrassment.
"Say it!"
"Whether you want to talk or not, seeing Miss Yanran is enough!"
"Ha ha ha ha......"
There was another burst of laughter all around, and it was obvious that the leading role had been snatched away by Miss Yanran. Hou Junliang was a little embarrassed, but he still said: "At that time, Mr. Jiang was invited by His Highness the Prince of the Mansion to have a drink in the mansion. When they talked about the romantic place, Mr. Jiang Hu said
This quatrain serves as a warning to my little prince, not to be greedy for wine and sex, or indulge in the beauty of the land."
Everyone was already attracted by Hou Junliang's words, and they all whispered to each other.
Hou Junliang looked particularly proud when he saw that everyone was focusing their attention on him again. He raised his hand and a word appeared in front of everyone's eyes.
"The aspirations of a young man should be based on the loftiness of the sky. Why bother longing for the gentle hometown. Even though the sparrow is small, it can soar between heaven and earth. The ambition of a young man should be like a swan, facing the blue sea and the sky at dusk. How can a man be born between heaven and earth?
If you can live in depression for a long time, you should work hard, chase tigers and capture dragons, do not seek pleasure and play with things to lose your ambition. Jade can be broken, but its whiteness cannot be changed, bamboo can be burned, but its knots cannot be destroyed, even if the body dies, the name can hang on it