I thought that Mr. Zhu was just an inferior son-in-law with no better talent. However, beyond everyone's expectation, his amazing talent was amazing and even more admirable. He conquered everyone with his poem.
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Everyone was shocked and felt that they were blind. They felt a little ashamed. As expected, they couldn't look at Mr. Zhu from the perspective of ordinary people...
But with such talent, everyone was confused as to why Mr. Zhu wanted to marry into the Shen family. With his knowledge, it should be easy to obtain fame, but why he was willing to become a son-in-law was really puzzling.
Everyone looked at Zhu Ziming with more complicated eyes, including doubts, reverence, and confusion...
"Young Master Zhu is so talented!" Even though everyone was a little confused about Zhu Ziming, the poem he just read was really unparalleled and completely overshadowed all the talented people. They said with admiration.
Yun Wanqing's wonderful eyes looked at Zhu Ziming, who was like the reincarnation of a savior. Her eyes were full of tenderness and resentment. This disciple arrived just in time, otherwise you will be infamy for thousands of years.
"Since ancient times, autumn has been a sad and lonely time. I say that autumn is better than spring tide. When a crane flies over the clouds in the clear sky, it brings poetry to the blue sky." Yun Cainnv recited the poem just now, her beautiful eyes lit up, and she secretly exclaimed, not knowing.
How did he come up with such a good poem? If this poem had been published, it would have been a shocking work. He probably didn't plagiarize it. He is really a weirdo and astonishing...
The pretty ladies outside the court looked at Zhu Ziming quietly with their beautiful eyes, looking at his knife-like outline, which seemed to be exuding a hot breath. They blushed and their hearts beat, uncontrollably ashamed, and their hearts trembled slightly.
I can't help but think about how nice it would be if he wasn't my son-in-law...
A young lady said even more boldly: "If Mr. Zhu is willing to leave the Shen family, I am willing to be his concubine."
Sweat! Sweat!
Everyone was speechless for a while. This lady was actually willing to be a concubine. You must know that the status of a concubine is not higher than that of a maid, and she can be regarded as a subordinate. She is really ambitious...
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However, if Zhu Ziming leaves the Shen family, he will be very successful and prosperous. Even if he becomes his concubine, he will be well-dressed and well-fed, and he will have no worries in the next life.
"Pfft!" Lan'er covered her little mouth and laughed: "Miss, this person is really ridiculous."
However, Lan'er turned her face away and saw Shen Bixin's cold face. What she wanted to say was swallowed back in her stomach. She didn't know what happened to the young lady suddenly.
Although Shen Bixin has a cold temperament, she does not keep a straight face for no reason. What makes her unhappy now is not because of someone, but because Zhu Ziming is so outstanding. He won everyone's applause with just one poem.
, this ability is not something ordinary people can have.
In the Yan Kingdom, the surrogate sons-in-law in big families have always been unknown. They are just idlers who only know how to eat, drink, and have sex. However, Zhu Ziming, the fake son-in-law, broke this rule and possessed extraordinary martial arts and talents. Such a man with both civil and military skills
Is the number one scholar willing to be a son-in-law?
It was precisely because of these reasons that Shen Bixin was vaguely worried and even more frightened. She glanced at the high-spirited Zhu Ziming with her beautiful eyes and murmured in a low voice: "Will you leave our Shen family again?"
"Miss, my uncle will not be so heartless," Lan'er said softly, choking with sobs. Feeling the sad look on the young lady's eyebrows, the little girl couldn't help but burst into tears.
"Besides..." Lan'er held back her tears and said, "My uncle likes the young lady, how could he be willing to leave."
Shen Bixin said dullly: "He likes..." Shen Bixin's cheeks were flushed, her face was bright red, and she was too shy to continue talking...
"Lan'er, it's not like you don't know that he will only make me angry," Shen Bixin said softly, with a trace of anger on her reddish face.
Lan'er pursed her red lips and smiled: "My uncle is still unwilling to deal with other women. If he quarrels with the young lady, it is because he has you in his heart."
Shen Bixin thought for a while, then shook her head. Lan'er is just a little maid who doesn't understand the world. How could she know the intentions of this bad guy... If he really dares to leave the Shen family, I will Bite him to death!
Biting her teeth, Shen Bixin's beautiful eyes showed a fierce light, but her face was still blushing. Thinking of the beautiful night in the Shen family, her innocence was ruined by him, and he would never want to leave in this life!
Shen Bixin strengthened her belief in her heart and no longer worried about anything...
At this moment, Zhu Ziming looked at the few talents in the capital and smiled: "I dare to ask some young masters, can I be considered a winner?".
Even Mr. Fang admires him so much. What can the princes of the capital say? It's just that it's hard to imagine that this playful and smiling Mr. Zhu is actually a guy with a hidden knife in his smile. This kind of poetry is really amazing.
But they are all children of famous nobles. They have arrogant temperaments and have never given up. This is just a temporary defeat. They gritted their teeth, cupped their fists and said, "Old gentlemen, we are rude, please forgive me."
"Hmm..." Chen Jin and the other old gentlemen said lightly, their expressions were neither cold nor indifferent, and they didn't bother to argue with these stinky talents, but they were very happy in their hearts, finally regaining their place. Otherwise, how can I explain to my fellow villagers when I return to Lingyun?
The unwillingness of the old gentlemen made the faces of the young men in the capital flash with a trace of shame and anger. Now that they had won the first place, they could not get angry, so they could only hold back.
Wei Dongcheng's face was almost green with anger. Damn it, I thought he only had some accomplishments in couplets, but he didn't expect that he was even more extraordinary in poetry. Being such a son-in-law of the Shen family was really a bit tricky!
He couldn't let him be proud anymore. Wei Dongcheng snorted secretly, "I am not the only talented person in the capital. Can you single-handedly take the lead and beat all the talented people in the capital here? I don't believe it!"
"He is Zhu Ziming!" Behind the high platform, there was a tent-like curtain surrounding it. Under the dazzling lights, no one noticed it, but inside the curtain sat an old man who was half a hundred years old. He was wearing a yellow robe, with thick eyebrows and tiger eyes, a broad back and a bear waist. His whole person looked majestic, with a faint cold light flashing between his brows, and he was not angry and proud. When he saw the scene under the high platform, he whispered.
The person standing next to him said with great respect: "Yes, master, he is Zhu Ziming, the son-in-law of the Shen family."
"Haha, this is quite interesting," the mysterious man laughed a few times: "I didn't expect my son-in-law to be so majestic..."
The servant next to him covered his mouth and laughed a few times, looking quite feminine, which made people feel cold.
The mysterious man's laughter suddenly stopped and he said thoughtfully: "Since he is so great, why would he be willing to be a son-in-law? I really wonder if Xin'er can control this kid..."
The servant said seriously: "Master, there is no need to worry. As long as the master is willing to say a word, who in the world dares to go against your will?"
The mysterious man hummed and said nothing more. He had something in his mind but didn't say it out loud. This guy seemed to be a soft-spoken man...