I took the emperor

Chapter 29 A glass of wine recites a poem!

"Are you sure that the most dazzling national style has a history of thousands of years?" Xie Lang asked in surprise.

Tang Ziqi nodded sincerely: "I don't know if it has been thousands of years, but I have heard it since I was a child."

"All right!"

Xie Lang was helpless.

It just so happens that the most dazzling national style is about to reach the climax...

Xie Lang took a deep breath and suddenly sang excitedly:
"You are the most beautiful cloud in my sky, let me keep you with my heart!"

"Singing leisurely, the most dazzling national style, let love sweep away all the dust!"

His voice is rough and free and easy, full of heroism.

It sounds more magnetic and better than the original song.

Swish!
In an instant, everyone in the box was stunned.

Tang Ziqi held a hairy crab in her hand, slightly parted her vermilion lips, widened her beautiful eyes, with a look of astonishment on her face.

"How is it possible? Aren't you from the Dragon Clan? Why do you sing so well?" Tang Ziqi couldn't help asking.

"Oh my god, little brother, you sing really well, don't you? Who can stand up to this?"

"I didn't expect this son's voice to be so amazing, the little girl admires, admires!"

A girl about 21 or [-] years old gave Xie Lang a sweet smile, then poured Xie Lang a glass of wine.

The precipice is not the effect of chicken blood emerald!
"Ahem, ahem, thanks to the compliments from all the young ladies, I have some accomplishments in music."

Xie Lang toasted toast with the women on the other side, then fell silent, pushed open the window pretending to be deep, and was about to start reciting a few verses...

Just kidding, Xie Lang read some novels that traveled back to ancient times in Sky Blue Star.

The protagonists above are all girls who rely on ancient poems to pick up girls.

"Uh…"

Xie Lang turned around and raised his right hand slightly, just about to chant a poem...

All the ladies and sisters in the box, including Tang Ziqi, looked at him curiously.

They seem to be thinking: what is he doing? Could it be that he is so excited about poetry and wants to recite poems?

I rely on!

Can't think of it! ~
"Nimma, I still haven't read enough books!"

Xie Lang was in a hurry, and thought to himself: Could it be possible to let myself recite, goose goose, song to the sky?Or, the bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground?
No, how can these few poems deal with this situation?

and many more,

Let me think again~
Got it!

"One after another, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight or nine, nine of you are beauties!" Xie Lang said in a poem.

He remembers this poem, which has become famous for a long time.

I still learned it in my primary school textbook, which is a famous poem "Flying Snow" by a certain emperor, and then I improved it.

Immediately.

The atmosphere in the whole box seemed to freeze instantly.

After being stunned for a few seconds...

clap clap clap...

The eight young ladies in the audience began to applaud one after another, all admiringly.

Plus Tang Ziqi, who was confused on the spot, there were nine people in total.

"Good poetry! Your son is really good at writing!"

"In ancient times, there were seven steps to make a poem. I didn't expect my son to recite a poem with a glass of wine. This girl admires me!"

"Yeah, I didn't expect that the young master looks dissolute on the outside, but he is actually a man of knowledge and talent. You are really talented, young master."

Hearing the compliments from the women beside Xie Lang, Tang Ziqi looked disgusted: one after another, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, nine of you are beauties?
What kind of nonsense verse is this?

Worse than a poem written by a five-year-old.

Are these people opening their eyes and talking nonsense?
"Fairy Leng Bingyun is here!"

Just as Xie Lang was still pondering over the flattery of many beauties, a voice of "Fairy Leng Bingyun has arrived" came from downstairs.

Xie Lang subconsciously pushed open the window, sat on the windowsill, and cast his gaze.

A beautiful woman holding a pipa appeared, with a pitiful expression, anyone who saw it would feel soft-hearted.

She was wearing a white thin shirt with a lot of lace embroidery on it, and the hem of the skirt dragged on the ground, exuding a icy aura from top to bottom.

Under the cover of the tulle, the hot and delicate body inside seemed to appear in everyone's mind out of thin air.

I saw her sitting very ladylikely on the stage seat, then put down the pipa, ten white jade fingers caressed the pipa lightly, her aura was like a fairy who came out of the dust.

Xie Lang looked at this scene with contempt, and said to himself: With all due respect...

Next, there will definitely be an aunt on stage, and then she will start announcing the bidding for this beautiful woman.

If it weren't for such a bloody routine, I, Xie Lang, would live broadcast standing diarrhea.

really,

At the next moment,
A 50-year-old aunt came on stage, and she stood beside Leng Bingyun, holding a microphone and shouting loudly:

"I believe that everyone has been waiting for our Miss Leng Bingyun for a long time. It is still the old rule. The one with the highest price will have the chance to share a room with our Miss Leng tonight~"

"Did you see it? Did you see it? What did I say just now? This is the routine!"

"Again, with all due respect, there is only one truth about the auction - that is to drive up the C price!"

As soon as the aunt's voice fell, a son at the scene shouted loudly:
"I offer 1 yuan!!"

"Damn it, are you a bitch? I want 1 yuan to photograph our girl Leng, and I'll offer [-] yuan." Someone rushed after him.

Xie Lang seemed to be watching a good show: That's right?Isn't this driving up the C price?

"My son bid one hundred thousand..."

In the box opposite Xie Lang, a person who seemed to be an attendant shouted for his young master.

As soon as this statement came out, all the people on the first floor turned their eyes to the box where the young master on the second floor was.

In the end, the discussion didn't stop, and Xie Lang's voice followed: "I'll offer 15!"

wow.

All the guests shifted their gazes to Xie Lang tacitly.

I saw Xie Lang sitting on the window sill, with a cigarette in his left hand, and a chicken blood jadeite in his right hand.

He deliberately crossed Erlang's legs, exposed the ninja feet under his feet, and shook his legs.

"Oh my God, have you seen this kid's shoes? They are ninja footwear. Ninja footwear with stamina +5, at least 10,000+!"

"I saw it, I saw it, I didn't expect this guy to be an invisible local tyrant, don't look at his poor clothes, look at the piece of chicken blood jade in his hand, it probably started at a million dollars."

"Why do I feel like he is a nouveau riche? Did he find some boss monsters and explode to the treasure?"

"I think so too.."

Ahem, I'm not pretending, really!

My shoes are dirty and I wiped them a little bit. I don't know that people's eyes are so sharp now.

"Hey, I didn't earn experience in this wave of blood loss. How can people be so smart now, can't they pretend to be poor?" Xie Lang sighed from the bottom of his heart.

Whether he is pretending or not, only he himself knows.

(End of this chapter)