Bad Master: Disciple, don't make trouble, you are pregnant!

Not only was the shopkeeper disappointed, but even the other girls who came in to look at the makeup were not optimistic seeing Wei Canglan's silence.

In this world, is it useful for a man to be handsome and good-looking?
it works!

It must be useful.

Very useful.

At the very least, men can rely on their looks, avoid detours, and work harder.

It would be even better if she was favored by women from some big families, not to mention being looked down upon as a married woman, at least in the next life, she would have no worries about food and clothing without working hard.

It would be even more extraordinary if he was photographed by the royal woman, Houhou.

The last time has to be a face-to-face, right?
It's the kind of male concubine who has no status.

But if fate is good, and there are some extra points for oneself, such as proficiency in poetry and good writing, then maybe with the blessing of the royal family, they may go to the court to serve as errands, and then they will not be demons themselves, then it is very likely that they will prosper in official career and make steady progress.

To be even more powerful, if a certain princess takes a fancy to her.

That's one word!

Invincible!

Oh is a word.

This is the benefit of being a good looking man.

But if you don't have any ink in your stomach and don't have any identity background, then it's another story.

It is very likely that Wei Canglan will be taken away by wealthy businessmen or officials with strange hobbies like Wei Canglan just crossed over, and the fate can be imagined.

In short, as long as he has some brains, is not too naive, and is handsome, his life will definitely not be bad in the future.

But as it is now, everyone's impression of Wei Canglan is that of an empty bag.

It is estimated that at most it is a male pet level, or the object of a wealthy businessman's daughter.

It's that simple, it's over.

Therefore, everyone's expectations for Wei Canglan were in vain. Seeing his frowning expression, the impression in their hearts was naturally a bit lower.

In short, everyone now regards him as an ordinary person.

Only Zhuge Linglong and Ye Yue, who had been silent all this time, had the same eyes as before.

Especially the little girl Linglong, her big beautiful eyes were already squinted, she looked Wei Canglan up and down, she really wanted to see if this rumored genius of cultivation was reckless or shocked.

It depends on her attitude at the martial arts conference later.

And Wei Canglan, who chose the option of [Don't make trouble], everyone's eyes on him changed at this time, but he didn't care, and a bright and confident smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Then she turned her head slowly, looked at Linglong, looked at her extraordinarily cute and proud face, and that gorgeous and dazzling long dress comparable to that worn by the royal family, after a little thought, she said softly:
"Shopkeeper, my seat... I have already thought of something, so let me tell you now?"

The shopkeeper and the young ladies suddenly showed surprise on their faces, and he quickly spread his hands to signal:

"The young master is willing to show his poetic talent, I'll be all ears!"

Wei Canglan smiled even more, stood with his hands behind his back, looked again at Linglong who had slight expectations in his eyes, and said slowly but without losing strength:
"Yun Xiang, Yun Xiang's clothes are Hua Xiangrong..."

As soon as the half sentence was uttered, everyone in the room stared blankly.

The shopkeeper, who was fascinated by reading, immediately lowered his head, rested his chin on one hand, frowned, and repeated the sentence in his mouth.

great poem!

It is indeed a good poem!
At least in Dayu Central Plains, such unsparing words of praise have never been seen.

What does this son mean in his poem, is he praising Fairy Linglong?

When he recited poems, he was clearly looking at Fairy Linglong.

That's right!

Who wouldn't feel admiration when seeing a fairy?
At this time, Zhuge Linglong had already lowered her head, her face slowly turned red, as hot as the setting sun in the sky.

But with a proud temperament, she quickly raised her head again, and looked at Wei Canglan without fear, her burning eyes seemed to be urging Wei Canglan to speak quickly.

Wei Canglan put away his wanton smile, pretended to be unfathomable, and walked slowly to the front of the store, looking at the sky in the distance, and seemed to casually see the flower pots placed in front of the store on the ground.

There are only green tops in the flower pots, and there are no flowers at all at the beginning of spring.

But Wei Canglan seemed to have imagined the prosperous and blooming eyes out of thin air.

Several people came behind Wei Canglan at the same time, followed his gaze, and saw a touch of green in the soil, and they didn't know why.

Then, Wei Canglan suddenly waved his hand, as if realizing something, he quickly turned his head to look at Zhuge Linglong with piercing eyes:
"Yun Xiang's clothes are beautiful, and the spring breeze is blowing Revlon!"

When he deliberately said this sentence, he turned his head suddenly, as if he had a sudden epiphany, as if he only thought of the second half of the sentence when he saw the tender green and exquisite face in the flowerpot.

After Linglong heard this, she couldn't help but take two steps back, her eyes met Wei Canglan's, and she didn't dodge it.

At this moment, it seemed that the scene of the shop disappeared, and only she and Wei Canglan were left.

At this moment, she and Wei Canglan seem to resonate in soul.

No one can stand in the way.

And the shopkeeper, who had read poetry and books, couldn't help but take a deep breath.

"hiss--"

"Peerless!"

"Famous sentence!"

"Thousands of ages!"

The shopkeeper blurted out three extremely praiseworthy words.

At this moment, only trembling and boasting remained in his head.

This poem is the most powerful and beautiful poem he has ever seen in his life.

No one can beat that.

He dares to conclude that this poem must be handed down for hundreds of generations!For posterity to worship!

After calming down, the storekeeper repeated this sentence again, analyzing it in his heart.

The verse seems to be about the clouds in the sky and the flowers on the ground.

But in fact, it is writing about people!

Clouds are clothes, flowers are people.

Isn't that splendid flower the Fairy Linglong?

Then the spring breeze blows across the flower garden, and the blooming peonies are covered with dewdrops, which are crystal clear and charming.

"Poetry genius! Absolute talent!"

"Young master's talent is not inferior to the scholars of Qingyun Academy at all! No! Your son's poetic talent has completely surpassed them by several times!"

The whole poem seems to be describing the scene, but in fact every word is describing the person.

That's right.

Just write about people.

Write Linglong Fairy.

Recalling Wei Canglan's poems just now, his eyes have been going back and forth between the pot of tender green and the fairy.

and!

Just seeing a bud in the flowerpot, this young man can associate it with clusters of flowers, and use it as a metaphor for a fairy.

This level of talent, who can compare?
That Zhuge Linglong, although she still maintained her proud swan-like appearance at this time, her eyes that started to dodge already showed that her heart had begun to sink.

The burning gaze just now had already been defeated by the shyness in his heart.

At this moment, how dare she look at Wei Canglan.

She didn't practice much in Zhengyangzong, but she was quite familiar with poetry, poetry and Fu, just like her dancing skills. Of course, she could understand the deep meaning expressed in Wei Canglan's poems.

Elder Ye Yue, who had been observing everything silently, could not help but sigh at this moment.

Looking at the appearance of the teacher's granddaughter, she felt complicated emotions in her heart.

It is not a good thing for a daughter's family to meet an overly outstanding man too early.