Cangyun [Sword Net Three]

After Wu Lang quickly changed his clothes, he entered the viewing platform. Only after entering did he realize how correct Ming Yue's choice was. Among a bunch of gaudy men and women, you can only stand out if you are gaudy together.

The maid of Qingya Court took him to find his seat.He is very satisfied with a position that is not only away from the turmoil in the front row, but also where you can enjoy the flowers quietly - the last seat.

This servant girl is worthy of being a person from the big courtyard. Not only is she pleasing in appearance, but she is also of good quality.

The man sitting on his left was surprised when he saw him coming, but he turned his head instead of saying hello to him.Wu Lang was silent, giving up the idea of ​​chatting up.

The seats in the viewing platform are arranged in a U-shape. The owner sits in the hall, the family members of the mansion sit on one side, and the foreign guests sit on the other side. A gauze curtain hangs between the two rows of seats.

Wu Lang felt a little uncomfortable sitting on his knees for a while, so he changed to a cross-legged sitting position, which attracted contemptuous glances from the people around him.Wu Lang ignored it directly.

After half a quarter of an hour, the prince and Mr. Heng Lian finally came belatedly and announced the formal start of the flower viewing ceremony.

Wu Lang had been swimming around Duke Zhou for a while because of the warming up brought by the stove under the table, but when he heard the chaotic laughter, he was shocked.And the hot plum wine and exquisite pastries brought up one after another by the maids also made most of his drowsiness fly away.

Among a group of elegant people, Wu Lang is boring, because he can't even be arty.

As a typical modern engineering man, the skills of poetry and poetry must be unlit.And as a transparent male favorite who can't satisfy food and clothing, he has no interest in reciting poems in front of fine wine and food.

King Linzi and Lord Henglian sitting far above, Wu Lang couldn't see clearly, and he didn't want to see clearly.

The plum blossoms outside the window are beautiful enough to drink with.

After drinking a cup of plum wine, my stomach is warm.

Wu Lang turned his head and looked at the white and pink winter plums under the stage, feeling a little drunk.The unknown man next to him was still looking forward to the person in the main seat, and he didn't even move the food on the dining table.

In this flower viewing conference, it seems that few people are interested in viewing flowers.

It's okay, such a beautiful scenery, it would be uncomfortable for a few more people to see it.

He picked up the wine cup and poured wine into the wine glass, bent down 180 degrees, and only filled the glass half full.Helpless, I had no choice but to knock on the arm of the person next to me, and asked in the impatient eyes of that person, do you still drink the wine, how about giving me a little.

So Wu Lang got an expression of whether you are an idiot or not, but of course he didn't want the wine.

There was only half a glass of wine left, so Wu Lang could only drink slowly, not daring to drink as much as before.

The stove under the table was burning brightly, and waves of heat smote the hem of the gown, while the cold wind blowing in from the edge of the window blew on the face without any warmth, half cold and half hot, and the red cloud on the face did not know because of the cold wind, The heat wave was only caused by the scorching wine.Or maybe all three.

Wu Lang propped his chin with one hand, and in his sight, the sea of ​​plum blossoms and trees, which looked like an ocean at a glance, rolled up pink smoke and dust in the wind, swaying gracefully.

I don't know what game the leaders in front were playing, but when Wu Lang realized it, the maid with a pen, ink, paper and inkstone had already come to the front, and said with a smile, please ask the young master to write a poem.

Wu Lang's face was expressionless, and his heart began to scream, I can't do it.However, in order not to attract attention, the method of fishing in troubled waters by quoting famous poems and lines was immediately passed by him.

He racked his brains for a few sentences, and was about to pick up the pen when he suddenly realized that he couldn't write with a brush either.

Forget it, forget it.

Bite the bullet and write on the white paper: Heavy snow is facing the high platform, where is the plum fragrance hidden.Pour half a glass of wine, wake up drunk and lie in the dust.

After finishing writing, he turned his pen away and the maid left quickly.

Not long after, Wu Lang suddenly heard a nice male voice say, "Yan Lang, come forward."

It took Wu Lang two seconds to realize that he was being called. He raised his eyes to look at the main seat, and all the eyes along the way fell on him.

Calm down, silently tell yourself to be calm.Wu Lang lifted his clothes and stood up, walked forward slowly, stopped five feet away from the main seat, and saluted.

A soft male voice said with a slight smile: "Yan Lang, raise your head."

Wu Lang raised his head slowly, his gaze first fell on Heng Lianjun who was dressed in white in front of him, who was like flowers and snow, and then he slid aside from the angle.

The first thing that catches the eye is the black round-breasted slanted button embroidered tuanlong gown, which rests naturally on the armrest, with a jade finger on the thumb, and slender hands with knuckles. Smiling lips and careless eyes all formed the appearance of a handsome and cynical prince.

This is the king of Linzi, Situ Jing.

Wu Lang suddenly lowered his head and bit his lip lightly.

The clothes and accessories, the wild mandarin duck that I bumped into outside just now is actually King Linzi himself? !

"Yan Lang, just now you wrote impromptu poems with everyone on the paper. After reading them one by one, the prince and I think you have done the best. The prince said that anyone who wins in this session will be rewarded. Can you Is there anything you want the prince to reward you?" Heng Lianjun said with a smile.

Wu Lang was puzzled, it's impossible, his kind of poetry can win the first prize, is there any educated person in this world.Unexpectedly, Mr. Heng Lian casually recited the best poem that won the first prize, Wu Lang couldn't help but raised his head after listening to a quarter of a sentence, and looked into Mr. Heng Lian's watery eyes.

What Mr. Heng Lian read was not the poem he wrote at all.Mr. Henglian, what does this mean?

"Yan Lang, it's probably because you want too much and it's difficult to make a decision at the moment." Lord Heng Lian chuckled, her eyes were as beautiful as peach blossoms.

Wu Lang shook his head inwardly, and was just about to mention something casually, but the King of Linzi suddenly said, "Wait a minute, Heng'er doesn't need to be so impatient. Since Wu Lang has won the first prize of poetry, he must be given the best reward."

King Linzi patted Lord Henglian's hand lightly, his voice was gentle and bewitching.

"Wulang, come here now, let Gu take a good look at you, I think I haven't seen you for a long time, I miss you."

"Yes."

Wu Lang walked up to King Linzi helplessly, his eyes wandering, and he never dared to meet him.Inadvertently seeing the man in red sitting in the front row of the banquet, he immediately tensed up in fright, obediently staring at the upper of the shoe.

Obediently, this red dress and red lips, wild mandarin ducks are all here!

Thinking of this, Wu Lang has a little dislike for King Linzi.

Not to mention whether two men messing around in the snow in broad daylight is not detrimental to morality, and the King of Linzi messing around with other princes in Lord Henglian's yard is not a good thing no matter how you look at it.

The king of Linzi stretched out his hand to hold Wu Lang, but Wu Lang covered his hands with his sleeves indiscriminately, and suddenly raised his eyes to look directly at the king of Linzi with piercing eyes.

"My lord, the villain is not greedy for such a precious reward."

With a flash in his eyes, King Linzi put his hands back on the armrest and said, "Oh? What does Wu Lang want?"

"Winter frost is heavy and dew is heavy, only one side of coals is needed to survive the cold winter."

As soon as Wu Lang said this, not only Lord Henglian and King Linzi were surprised, but the whole audience fell into silence.After a while, only the guests whispered, asking, is the prince still short of winter charcoal?

Lord Henglian coughed in embarrassment, but before he could speak, King Linzi raised his hand to stop him.

The surprise on King Linzi's face was replaced by a smile, Wu Lang fixedly looked at King Linzi's face, and thought to himself, this kidney-deficit prince really has grown a terrific face, no wonder so many people are willing to jump into the pit of fire.

"In that case, I will reward you with burning coals for a whole winter!"

Wu Lang narrowed his eyes and thanked him calmly.Under Heng Lianjun's gentle and scrutinizing eyes, and also among the strange and complicated eyes, Shi Shiran walked back to his place.Passing by the table of the beauty in red, I saw the mocking expression on his lips from the corner of the eye.

Sitting down, glanced at the wine glass, picked it up and drank it, Wu Lang turned his head to look at the plum blossoms outside the window.All the self-confidence and generosity just now turned into waves of doubt.

Mr. Heng Lian and Yan Lang, do they have any connection in private?Otherwise, what's the point of this carefully planned event to win the championship?The one who benefits the most is him, the outdated male favorite who is about to be forgotten by the King of Linzi.

But why did Mr. Henglian have his eyes on Yan Lang?Apart from his pretty face, Yan Lang has almost nothing to recommend him.Why did Mr. Henglian make Yan Lang show his face in front of King Linzi so much?

In other words, Mr. Heng Lian is helping Yan Lang fight for favor.But what good does this do for Mr. Henglian himself?

The more Wu Lang thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong. For the rest of the time, he didn't pay attention to the banquet program at all.As soon as the banquet ended, he immediately got off the viewing platform, not paying attention to the much-anticipated King Linzi who was about to walk towards him.

Mingyue, who was waiting outside Qingya Courtyard, saw Wu Lang's figure from a distance, and felt relieved after seeing it intact.He was worried that something would happen to his master when he saw that the prince was too excited, but now it seems that it is all right.But when he ran closer, he saw Wu Lang's frowning carefully, and his heart skipped a beat.

"Master, is there anything wrong?" Mingyue trotted behind Wu Lang who was walking faster and faster, and asked in a low voice.

Wu Lang shook his head, while walking, he snatched the cotton coat from Mingyue's arms and wrapped it around himself.

"Mingyue, you go to the Golden Mist Courtyard later, our charcoal has been settled."

Mingyue's eyes widened: "Really, master!"

Wu Lang nodded.

Mingyue: "Master, let me just say that this flower viewing conference is worth it. Although Liu Jinghong is there to obstruct your eyes, judging from the current results, it is still good!"

Wu Lang stopped in his tracks, and asked: "Liu Jinghong..." He suddenly remembered that Mingyue had said before that Yan Lang and Liu Jinghong had a very bad relationship, but what was the reason and how bad was it? I don't know anything.

"Master, Liu Jinghong didn't trouble you today, did he?"

"No."

"You didn't bother him, did you?"

"...No." Come on, who is this Liu Jinghong?

Mingyue nodded with satisfaction: "Master, you can't be as impulsive as before. Although Liu Jinghong is hateful, but he is the prince's baby bump, a character who even Heng Lian-jun would shun three points, we can't afford to offend him." .”

"I know, I know, let's go back quickly." Wu Lang pulled the collar of his clothes up to his chin, and dealt with Mingyue indiscriminately.

Mingyue: "Master, why are you walking so fast!"

Wu Lang: "I'm cold."