The carriage headed towards Nanmen Street, and Chen Yang followed far away. His tracking skills were first-class, which was absolutely difficult for ordinary people to discover.

The luxurious carriage then went on Xuanhua Street.

Finally, the carriage stopped in front of a house called Yalou. Although Chen Yang was far away, he also saw clearly that it was not Dong Chuan who got off the carriage, but two women.

Among the two women, one was dressed as a maid, while the other was a white and luxurious dress, elegant and beautiful.

Chen Yang was too far away and could not see it very clearly. But he could feel that the woman's identity was very noble.

"Is she the daughter of Taishan Wang Dongchuan?" Chen Yang secretly speculated.

Then, the woman entered Yalou under the escort of everyone. Two guards were left in front of the carriage.

This Yalou is an elegant place for the gathering of literati and poetry exchange. Here, the nobility of identity is not that important, but personal talent is very important.

To put it bluntly, it is the place where literati are possessed by art.

Chen Yang walked to Yalou and roughly understood what kind of place this was. He thought to himself, no matter whether the woman in the carriage was Dong Chuan's daughter, but her status was noble, and she would definitely be able to approach Dong Chuan by herself.

Since this woman has arrived at Yalou, she must have liked poetry and literati.

It seems that I have to meet my preferences!

Chen Yang took a deep breath. Although he was a martial artist, he was still pretty. Moreover, Comrade Chen Yang was definitely not the kind of reckless martial artist. He was as smart as a ghost and extremely smart. Although Chen Yang did not know some of the things about literati, he had come from the sunny world at least and had come into contact with a lot of poetry through his eyes and eyes.

Chen Yang has a good memory and has learned a lot of things. Although he doesn't seem to have read any books, he knows the language of several countries, and the locals in Los Angeles are ashamed of English.

Moreover, they are good at math.

Those precise equations can be solved. If he hadn't had these good foundations, he wouldn't have been able to break through those precise magic arrays in the Lost Continent!

So Chen Yang also planned to fight today.

Chen Yang had just stood in front of Yalou for a while, and the two guards in front of the carriage scolded coldly: "What are you looking at here?"

Chen Yang smiled and said, "This Yalou is not yours. What do you care about me?"

"Oh, you poor scholar, dare you talk back to the official?" The guard immediately waved the whip in his hand and slashed at Chen Yang's cheek.

Chen Yang turned his head to avoid it and said angrily: "Are you a problem? You really treat yourself as a green onion. You are a fox and a tiger. Do you believe it or not and I will tell your master?"

The guard originally thought that Chen Yang was so poor and easy to bully, but he didn't expect that this guy was not so easy to fool. He knew that he was in the wrong, so he became a little timid. "Hmph, get out quickly!"

The guard stopped whipping the whip.

Chen Yang wanted to do a serious matter, so he naturally would not continue to get entangled with them. At that moment, he walked into the Yalou again.

As soon as I entered Yalou, two more people who looked like kids in front of Yalou were blocked.

"This is the place where many famous young men and ladies exchange poetry meetings. Who are you? How dare you break in?" The servant stopped Chen Yang and said coldly.

Chen Yang suddenly felt a sense of arrogance from top to bottom here.

Chen Yang didn't care and said, "I am a walking poet. Since this is a place for the exchange of poetry meetings, how can I not?"

"Is there a recommendation?" the clerk asked.

"No!" Chen Yang said straightforwardly.

"You can't go in without a recommendation." The servants refused neatly.

"I have to go in? I am a poet, how can I make it impossible?" Chen Yang made a move to break into it.

The two families immediately stopped Chen Yang, but Chen Yang did not force himself to break in. He just shouted and said, "Your Yalou Poetry Club is a good person. I am a poet, so I don't let me in. Where is your poetry club? Or are you all people here seeking fame?"

"You poor scholar, are really rude!" The two men were also angry and said, "I advise you not to leave. Is it because I have to suffer the pain of flesh and blood?"

Chen Yang said: "I want to attend the poetry meeting, can you still dare to beat me? I don't believe it. There is no king's law in this Black Prison City!"

He had been through twenty days of wind and frost, and had a good understanding of the customs, people, ways of speaking, etc. He dared to shout the word "子文文文文文文文文文文文文文文文文文文文文文文文文文文文文文文文文文文文文文文文文文文文文文文文文文文文文文文文文文文文文文文文文文文文文文文文

Such noisy finally alarmed the people in Yalou.

Soon, a group of young men and women came out to see what was going on.

This is what Chen Yang wants.

At the same time, Chen Yang also saw the noble lady who got off the carriage. The woman looked only 18 years old, with her skin as creamy as her, and she was extremely beautiful.

It looks like a falling fish and falling geese.

There were already many young men around the woman. It seemed that the beauty was very pretty when she walked there.

These young men and ladies came out and saw Chen Yang's poor look, and they all showed contempt in their eyes.

Miss Gui's face was also light and had no good impression of Chen Yang.

Among the many young masters, the leader was a young man named An Zixuan. His father was a minister under the Emperor of Song. Emperor Song is now the king of the entire Yin-faced world, so even if An Zixuan arrives in this Black Prison City, his status is extremely noble.

An Zixuan was wearing a black and gorgeous dress, and he was indeed handsome and elegant. He also had a white folding fan in his hand and a square scarf on his head. It seemed that he was the famous and romantic official!

Moreover, his demeanor was also excellent. He said lightly: "What happened?"

His voice was faint, but he was extremely majestic.

The two servants immediately said respectfully: "Young Master An, this poor scholar must go to the poetry meeting."

The young men and ladies around couldn't help but laugh, and a woman said, "Do you think anyone can get in here?"

Chen Yang heard these many ridicule, but his expression remained unchanged. Then, he bowed to An Zixuan and said, "Hello, Mr. An."

"Do you know me?" An Zixuan was slightly surprised.

Chen Yang said, "Of course I don't know you, but they just called you Mr. An, so I shouted with you."

An Zixuan said, "Why did you want to enter our poetry club?"

Chen Yang said, "Mr. An, you are asking this question. If you say that you are a gathering of high-ranking young men, then I, Lin, turn around and leave. But if you say it is a poetry gathering, then I, Lin, still want to come and see the talents of all the young men and ladies."

Miss Gui suddenly spoke, she smiled slightly and said, "Young Master Lin, it seems that you must be quite talented, otherwise you wouldn't be so confident to attend our poetry meeting, right?"

Chen Yang immediately bowed politely and said, "Have you asked the lady for her name yet? I'm going to the Qianshan Mountains in the forest!"

The guard beside Miss Gui scolded: "Is my lady's name also worthy of knowing?"

Chen Yang laughed and said, "I am a free man, not a inferior person. But you are a slave, you are a inferior person. When I talk to the lady, how dare you, a slave, interrupt?"

The guard was furious.

Miss Gui said indifferently: "Agui, don't be rude!"

The guard did not dare to hit the lady, so he glared at Chen Yang hatefully, but he did not dare to speak nonsense.

Miss Gui smiled slightly and said, "Mr. Lin, I have no choice but to discipline you. I will let my servants collide with you. Please bear more."

Chen Yang said: "It's okay."

Miss Gui said, "My surname is Song, Song Ning!"

"Good name!" Chen Yang praised.

"Oh, what's the good thing about my name?" Song Ning asked with interest.

"It is impossible to show one's ambition without being indifferent, and it is impossible to achieve one's ambition without being quiet." Chen Yang said: "How could this not be a good name."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Yang wanted to admire his wit! He praised casually, but he knew where the girl was asking. Fortunately...

Everyone couldn't help but be stunned, and then they went to carefully understand the verse that Chen Yang said.

This verse was spoken by Zhuge Liang. It has been passed down for thousands of years and is absolutely classic. The more you experience it carefully, the more extraordinary and profound the meaning you will feel.

Song Ning's eyes lit up and he couldn't help but say, "Young Master Lin!"

A young man immediately said, "It is probably because this poor scholar didn't know where to hear it, so he learned it now and used it now. That's nothing strange."

Chen Yang smiled and said, "Young Master, you can also say something you heard from other places."

The young man immediately turned red.

Song Ning said, "Then the young master can say another one, right?"

Chen Yang smiled slightly and said, "I did hear the verse just now from a sage. However, we are a poetry gathering, so it doesn't make much sense to say these."

Song Ning said: "Since it is a poetry gathering, I want to know if Mr. Lin can improvise a poem. Since you are a walking poet, you should have great talent."

Everyone immediately started to cheer and asked Chen Yang to write poems.

These people may not have many lines of poetry writing, but they still have some appreciation levels.

They have all made plans, and as long as Chen Yang’s words are not that powerful, they will laugh at them.

Song Ning looked at Chen Yang with anticipation.

It seems that this girl really likes literati!

Chen Yang smiled slightly and said, "Since the lady is interested, then Lin will not be disappointed."

It is only in this simple place that I dare to shout one lady at a time, otherwise I would have been beaten to death when I arrived in the sunny world.

Song Ning said, "My little sister is looking forward to it."

An Zixuan also looked at Chen Yang with interest.

Chen Yang then said: "Since you want to write a poem, you have to have a title, which is worse than..."

"It's better to take Miss Ning'er as the topic." An Zixuan said immediately.

"Fuck!" Chen Yang secretly fucked in his heart. This guy looks gentle and harmless, but he is full of bad things! I am a master of poetry copying. Can you stand such a question as you have?

"However, there seem to be many poems to describe beauty." Chen Yang immediately started to think about it. At this time, he naturally could not refuse or refuse. Isn't that just showing his timidity?
Chapter completed!