Young Master Chu Jiu and Young Master Zhao Sixth were stunned for a moment.
"What?"
They soon found out.
The first scholar asked him to write a poem, and the title was Thrush.
Yan Ling lowered his head and looked for it, pulled out a piece of paper, and then began to read a poem.
"..."
Master Chu Jiu's jaw almost dropped and he asked Zhao Liu: "How does he know what problem we have?"
Mr. Zhao Liu looked at the thick pile and said blankly: "How much preparation has been done..."
The questions came out one after another, and every time Yan Ling turned over them, she could find the relevant ones.
Soon, all the scholars took a turn, and no one troubled him.
Yan Ling was proud of herself: "How's it going? Do you admit defeat?"
Mr. Chu Jiu wiped his face and waved to send the gift car up.
Mr. Zhao Liu sighed and followed suit.
"You are awesome, we recognize you!"
Yan Ling smiled and said: "Thank you Brother Chu, thank you Brother Zhao Xian. You sincerely send gifts, so I will be disrespectful! Hahahaha!"
After the boys told him how to block the wedding car the day before yesterday, he summoned his staff and wrote down all the possible questions. After all, it was a happy event, and most of the questions were related, so it was not difficult to guess. Isn't that right?
Has it come in handy?
The two young masters looked at each other helplessly and saluted in unison: "Congratulations to my dear brother (Brother Yan) on your wedding."
The wedding car continued to move forward, and when it reached the end of the street, someone blocked the road again.
The visitor was wearing a royal robe from a foreign race, and the clothes worn by the guards around him were also very different from those of the Central Plains people.
Yan Ling was surprised: "Prince Liang? When did you enter the capital? Why didn't anyone tell me?"
Compared with a year ago, Alu is taller, his features are more handsome, and he no longer looks like a child. For a seventeen-year-old boy, it is time for a big change.
"I guess the second Young Master Yan was busy with the wedding and didn't pay attention, right?" A Lu said with a smile, "Miss Xu San is getting married, how could I not come? Young Master Chu Jiu and Young Master Zhao Sixth both took action and both failed.
Suitor, I can’t stay out of it, right?”
Could he still be wrong? Yan Ling sighed: "Okay, whatever you want, take action!"
A Lu said: "Although I yearn for the culture of the Central Plains, I am a foreigner after all. I am not as knowledgeable as the second young master, so I will not write to you."
Yan Ling was very excited: "Do you want to come to martial arts? Sure!"
"Yes! Let's dance!" Alu waved, and the foreign men with big muscles and round waists immediately surrounded him.
Yan Ling was about to summon his subordinates when he heard A Lu shouting: "Hey! Yeah!"
Dozens of strong foreign men followed him and shouted: "Hey! Yeah!"
Then he clapped his hands hard twice, and his waist and hips began to twist rhythmically.
"Iyalasuhehe..." The majestic singing accompanied by the rough dance brought a different kind of feeling to the people in the capital.
Yan Ling stood there in a daze with her mouth open.
Daqing is not martial arts, it is dance...
this……
After the Daliang warriors danced, every corner of the street was crowded with people. Some laughed, some clapped along, and some imitated their movements and danced.
Alu smiled and said: "Second Young Master Yan, come here!"
The common people all love to join in the fun, not to mention that this alien prince is young, handsome and fun-loving, so they join in the fun.
"Second Young Master Yan, dance!"
"Go ahead! How can you marry Miss Xu San if you don't come along!"
"That's it, you can't admit defeat!"
Yan Ling: "..."
Xu Yin, who was in the wedding car, couldn't help but smile when he heard the noise outside.
"King Liang is still awesome."
Xiao Man was very anxious: "What should we do! How can Young Master Yan know how to dance? Isn't this embarrassing?"
Xu Yin covered the stove and said with a smile: "Don't be anxious, wait first."
A Lu smiled and said: "Second Young Master Yan, if you can't do it, give in as soon as possible? I am very generous. As long as you admit it, I will let you go."
Yan Ling hehe: "His Royal Highness Prince Liang thinks too much, I have never given up in my life!"
He got off his horse and reached out to the guard next to him.
The guard looked down and tentatively handed over the sword at his waist.
Yan Ling took it and stepped forward: "I wonder if His Highness Prince Liang has ever heard of it. There is a dance in the Central Plains called sword dance..."
Seeing A Lu's expression froze, Yan Ling pulled out the sword with a swish and said with a smile: "I will let His Highness Prince Liang taste it today."
After he finished speaking, he raised his hand and held a sword flower, his posture was like a swimming dragon, and he swept away like the wind.
The sword energy is like a rainbow, and the cold light is like a ray of light. It rises like a streak, and falls like a gust of autumn wind.
The young man in the wedding dress is strong and agile, with broad shoulders and a slender body. Every time he moves, he is a beauty that combines strength and poetry.
It's the cold moon shining on thousands of mountains, and it's the peach blossoms sending the spring breeze.
For a moment, everyone was quiet, and all they could hear was the sound of sword energy piercing the air.
"Ding! Ding! Ding!" A crisp impact sounded from somewhere, beating the rhythm of the sword dancer.
Everyone followed the sound and found that it was from Xiche.
The curtains of the car moved gently, and through the gap you could see that the bride was holding a gold hairpin, tapping the hand stove in her palm, and a clear and gentle voice came out: "? Like Yi shooting at the nine sunsets, correcting
It is like a group of emperors flying into the sky. It comes like thunder to calm down its wrath, and it ends like a river and sea condensing into clear light."
After saying the last word, the sword on the other side also retreated.
Yan Ling turned around and smiled slightly.
Although the two of them were separated by the car curtain, they seemed to be looking at each other without saying a word.
A Lu covered his face and could hardly see.
"Forget it, I admit defeat, you can go over there!"
Yan Ling did not leave, however, and asked with a smile: "Your Highness Prince Liang, Chu Jiu and Zhao Liu have all sent congratulatory gifts. You are the majestic lord of Liang, and your status is much higher than them. Isn't it appropriate to leave empty-handed like this?"
Alu was furious: "You just stole the princess I love, and you want to rip me off?"
Yan Ling looked at him: "So Your Highness didn't bring anything? Isn't this inappropriate? How can you have a wedding banquet without bringing a gift? Is this the etiquette of the Great Liang royal family?"
"..." A Lu said with a dark face, "Here you go!"
He waved with an unlucky look, and immediately a guard came over pushing a limo. Although the number was not as large as that of Chu Jiu and Zhao Liu, the contents inside were either medicinal materials or gems, which were very rare.
"We dug them all ourselves. Don't you mind, Mr. Yan?"
Yan Ling immediately changed his face and said with a smile: "If you don't dislike it, how can you dislike it? Your Highness Prince Liang, please come to the house for a drink to celebrate the occasion. I will definitely leave a good seat for you."
Alu rolled his eyes and stepped aside.
The wedding car started up again, and this time no one was causing trouble. It circled half of the capital and returned to Prince Zhao's Mansion smoothly.
As soon as the wedding car stopped, the sound of firecrackers started.
Xu Yin got out of the car. Although his face was covered by a fan, he could still see the dense crowd.
She, who had been calm all the way here, suddenly became nervous.
At this time, a pair of hands stretched out in front of her, and Yan Ling's soft but firm voice sounded: "Ayin, come here."