Those young men who were fascinated by the sensation finally returned to their positions. Then the voices of amazement and flattery sounded loudly.

Xu Cheng couldn't help but shout: "The fairy's piano skills are so great! Not to mention the world, even the legendary zithers in the piano will be dim and dull when compared with the lady!"

Seeing that Xu Cheng had said such a connotational flattery, everyone was upset that they were actually one step behind and quickly agreed, praising the moon shadow like Chang'e in the sky!

Zhang Lang was very irritable. Seeing Xu Cheng next to him constantly flattering, like a dog kneeling and licking, an evil fire suddenly surged into his heart, wishing he could kick him to relieve his hatred.

Yueying smiled sweetly. At this moment, the charm of the people was inverted. Everyone present, except Zhang Lang, looked intoxicated and indulgent. The originally noisy lobby suddenly became quiet.

The moon shadow's beautiful eyes flowed, and he threw himself towards Yuan Tan, and his red lips opened and closed.

He said in an admirational tone: "I have long heard that Master Yuan is familiar with the classics of hundreds of schools of thought, and he is very knowledgeable about books. I dare to ask Master Yuan to write an impromptu poem. I wonder if Master Yuan is willing to appreciate his face?"

When Yuan Tan heard this, he saw Yueying's peerless face showing an admiration. He felt that the other party favored him very much. He was very excited and quickly clasped his fists and said, "Miss is too good! Since it is the lady's request, how can I let the lady down?"

Then he pondered, his brows frowned tightly, as if he was trying his best to rack his brains to make a stunning poem that could impress the beauty!

Everyone looked at Yuan Tan, with an expression of infinite jealousy in their eyes. They simply wished that the person who was favored by the beauty at this moment was himself!

Yuan Xi and Yuan Shang were even more jealous. If they could kill people, I’m afraid that Yuan Tan wouldn’t have known how many times he had been killed at this moment!

Judging from the expressions of these two people, they didn’t regard Yuan Tan as their eldest brother at all. They clearly regarded him as their big enemy!

Yuan Tan pondered for a long time, and finally his eyes lit up. He clasped his fists to Yueying and said, "I guess this poem will not disappoint the lady!" Then he started chanting loudly.

Everyone present listened carefully, some frowned, some thoughts, and different thoughts.

Zhang Lang's attainments in ancient poetry are almost no different from those in illiterate. He felt a little dizzy when he listened to Yuan Tan's poems and essays, so he could only guess which goddess he was using to praise the moon shadow.

Yuan Tan finally finished chanting and clasped his fists at Yueying with hope, saying, "I wonder if my lady is still satisfied with this poem?"

At this time, many young men had already cheered up. They didn't really think that Yuan Tan's poem was so extraordinary, but they just took this opportunity to flatter him.

Yueying's delicate face turned slightly red, as if she was a little shy. After fascinating everyone again, her red lips opened and closed and she smiled: "Young Master Yuan actually compared my family to the goddess of Wushan. I really dare not be a person!"

Yuan Tan was about to take the opportunity to flatter a few words, but Yuan Xi suddenly inserted it in and said, "How can the goddess of Wushan be compared with Miss Yueying's peerless charm! I have also written a poem to Miss!"

The scene became quiet, and everyone's eyes fell on Yuan Xi, while Yuan Tan showed a very unhappy expression. He really hated Yuan Xi for stealing his limelight.

Yuan Xi stood up under the gaze of everyone, raised his head and raised his chest with great momentum, which made Yueying's eyes lit up.

No wonder Yuan Xi is tall and handsome, and is much like a real man than Yuan Tan, who is thinner. It is said that because of this, Yuan Shao is particularly fond of Yuan Xi.

Yuan Tan couldn't help but look at Yueying and was shocked to find that Yueying actually looked at Yuan Xi's eyes and her heart was shocked, and she felt like countless jealous jars were overturned in her heart, which was extremely sour.

Yuan Xi looked at Yueying, saw Yueying's eyes, and felt quite proud in his heart. Then he chanted the poem he wrote loudly, and his male charming voice immediately echoed.

The feeling of ups and downs is much stronger than that of Yuan Tan when he chanted. Zhang Lang can only guess the content of this poem, as if he also compared the moon shadow to a goddess, but he feels that this poem seems to be much better than what Yuan Tan wrote.

Yuan Tan's face looked very ugly and he remained silent. Yuan Shang, who was a fool in poetry and prose, held his head even more and was depressed alone.

After Yuan Xi finished chanting, bursts of awesome people around him rang out, but this time most people were sighing from the bottom of their hearts.

Yuan Xi was proud of himself and clasped his fists at the moon shadow and said, "This poem was written by the lady below. In my heart, the lady is the legendary Chang'e who covered the sky with beauty!"

Yueying's eyes trembled, as if she was moved by Yuan Xi's words.

The young men present, seeing the tall and heroic Yuan Xi performing so well, although they were jealous, they couldn't help but feel beyond the reach of the world. They subconsciously withdraw from this competition that belongs to men in their hearts.

Yueying's eyes flashed with a flash of color and she smiled and said, "Young Master is too honored! Fairy Chang'e is a peerless beauty who is legendary in the beauty of the immortals. How can I compare with her!"

However, even though she said that, her eyes showed a bit of favor to Yuan Xi, making the Yuan brothers jealous.

But soon, Yueying's eyes turned to Yuan Shang, paused, and then moved to Zhang Lang, who was frowning with his head down.

Zhang Lang's figure is taller than Yuan Xi, and his years of iron-blooded career have tempered him a masculine iron-blooded aura that ordinary men do not have.

Yueying was stunned for a moment. The figure of Yuan Xi, which was originally reflected in her mind, was suddenly replaced by Zhang Lang's figure. Yueying felt that compared with this four young master, the tall and heroic Yuan Xi seemed to have become an inconspicuous hill next to Xiongfeng.

He couldn't help but open and close his red lips: "The fourth young master frowned. Do you think the second young master's poems are unpleasant?"

As soon as these words were said, everyone's eyes immediately fell on Zhang Lang. Yuan Xi stared at Zhang Lang, as if fire was about to spit out of his eyes. Then he sneered in a sarcastic tone: "Can you, the slut born to you, also recite poems? "

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly saw the black shadow in front of him swaying and the strong wind whistling. When he realized that he saw a wine pot flying in front of him.

He was shocked, but he had no time to hide. He heard a whisper, and the wine pot was hit on his forehead. As the wine splashed everywhere, Yuan Xi almost fell to the ground!

Yuan Xi looked at Zhang Lang furiously and cursed: "You bastard!..." However, he saw the other party's cold eyes, and his heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't even say the following words.

A fear arose in his heart that he himself did not want to admit, and he felt that if he continued to scold him, he would kill him without hesitation!!

Then Yuan Xi felt that his majesty was challenged, and his anger surged, ready to explode.


Chapter completed!