The carriage headed all the way towards Nanmen Street, with Chen Yang following from a distance. His tracking skills were top-notch, and it was absolutely difficult for ordinary people to spot him.
The luxurious carriage then went up Xuanhua Street.
Finally, the carriage stopped in front of a restaurant called Yalou. Although Chen Yang was far away, he could see 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 dressed in a white luxurious dress, elegant and beautiful.
Chen Yang was too far away to see clearly. But he could feel that this woman was of high status.
"Could she be the daughter of King Dong Chuan of Mount Tai?" Chen Yang secretly speculated.
Afterwards, the woman entered the elegant building under the protection of everyone. Two guards were also left in front of the carriage.
This elegant building is an elegant place where literati gather and exchange poetry. Here, nobility in status is not so important, but personal talent is very important.
To put it bluntly, it is a place where literati are arty.
When Chen Yang walked in front of Yalou, he roughly understood what kind of place this was. He thought to himself, no matter whether the woman on the carriage was Dong Chuan's daughter or not, she had a noble status and he would definitely be able to get close to her.
Dong Chuan.
Since this woman has arrived at Yalou, she must be fond of poetry and literati.
It seems that I have to do what I want!
Chen Yang took a deep breath. Although he was a martial artist, he was still handsome. Moreover, Comrade Chen Yang was by no means the kind of reckless martial artist. He was as resourceful as a ghost and extremely shrewd. Although Chen Yang didn't know much about literati.
Some things, but after all, he came from the sunny world, and he was exposed to a lot of poetry through his ears and eyes.
Chen Yang has a good memory and has learned a lot of miscellaneous things. Even though he doesn’t seem to have read any books, he can speak several languages, which would put even the locals in Los Angeles who speak English to shame.
Moreover, he is also good at mathematics.
All those precise equations can be solved. If he didn't have these good foundations, how would he be able to break through those precise formations in the Lost Continent!
So Chen Yang plans to fight hard today.
Chen Yang had only stood in front of Yalou for a while when the two guards in front of the carriage scolded him coldly: "What are you looking at here?"
Chen Yang chuckled and said, "This elegant building does not belong to you, so what do you care what I look at?"
"Oh, you poor scholar, how dare you talk back to me, the official?" The guard immediately swung his whip and struck Chen Yang on the cheek.
Chen Yang turned his head to avoid it and said angrily: "Is there something wrong with you? You are really treating yourself like an onion. You are pretending to be powerful. Do you believe that I told your master?"
The guard originally thought that a poor man like Chen Yang was 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 more timid. "Humph, get out of here!"
The guard stopped cracking his whip.
Chen Yang had to do business, so naturally he would not continue to entangle with them. At that moment, he walked towards the elegant building again.
As soon as I entered the elegant building, there were two more servant-looking people blocking me in front of the elegant building.
"This is a place where many young ladies from famous families exchange poems. Who are you to dare to barge in?" The servant stopped Chen Yang and said coldly.
Chen Yang suddenly felt that there was a sense of arrogance from top to bottom.
Chen Yang didn't care, and said: "I am a walking poet. Since this is a place for poetry exchanges, how can I not be there?"
"Do you have any recommenders?" the servant asked.
"No!" Chen Yang said simply.
"You can't go in without a recommender." The servants refused neatly.
"I have to go in? I am a poet, why can't I go in?" Chen Yang made a gesture and rushed inside.
The two families immediately stopped Chen Yang, but Chen Yang didn't force his way in. He just yelled and said: "You guys are so stupid at the Yalou Poetry Club. I am a poet, but you don't let me in. What are you doing?"
What kind of poetry club is this? Or are all of you here just seeking fame and fame?"
"You are so rude, a poor scholar!" The two families were also angry and said, "If I persuade you not to leave, are you going to suffer the consequences of your skin?"
Chen Yang said: "I want to participate in a poetry meeting, do you still dare to beat me? I don't believe it, there is no king's law in this black prison city!"
He has experienced twenty days of wind and frost, and has learned a lot about the customs, ways of speaking, etc. So now he dares to shout the word "Wang Fa" loudly. If it were before, he really didn't know if there was "Wang Fa" here.
Woolen cloth.
Such noise finally alerted the people inside the elegant building.
Soon, a group of young ladies 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. This woman looked to be about eighteen years old, with skin as thick as gelatin and extraordinary beauty.
It has the appearance of a sinking fish and a falling geese.
There are already many young men surrounding this woman. It seems that beautiful women are always very fashionable wherever they go.
When these young ladies came out and saw Chen Yang dressed in such a poor manner, they all had a look of disdain in their eyes.
The noble lady also had a pale face and didn't have a good impression of Chen Yang.
Among the many young masters, the leader is a young master named An Zixuan. His father is a minister under Emperor Song. Emperor Song is now the king of the entire underworld, so even if An Zixuan arrives in this Black Prison City, his status is extremely noble.
An Zixuan was dressed in black clothes, and he was indeed handsome and elegant. He also had a white folding fan in his hand and a square scarf tied on his head. He was clearly that famous and famous man!
Moreover, his demeanor was also excellent. He said calmly: "What happened?"
His voice was light but extremely dignified.
The two servants immediately said respectfully: "Mr. An, this poor scholar wants to force his way into the poetry meeting."
The young ladies around could not help but snicker, and one woman said, "Does this poor scholar think that anyone can get in here?"
Chen Yang heard the many jeers, but his expression remained calm. 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 just now they called you Mr. An, so I followed them."
An Zixuan said: "Why do you want to barge into our poetry meeting?"
Chen Yang said: "Mr. An, this is a good question. If you say this is a gathering of upper-class buddies, then I, Lin, will 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 gentlemen and ladies."
The noble lady suddenly spoke, she smiled slightly and said: "Mr. Lin, it seems that you must be quite talented, otherwise you wouldn't be so confident to participate in our poetry meeting, right?"
Chen Yang immediately bowed politely and said, "You haven't asked me your name yet? I'm in Xia Lin Qianshan!"
The guard next to your lady scolded: "Is it true that a low-level person like you deserves to know my lady's name?"
Chen Yang laughed and said: "I am a free man, not an inferior person. But you are a slave, and you are the inferior person. How dare you, a slave, interrupt me when I am talking to the lady?"
The guard was immediately furious.
The noble lady said quietly: "Gui, please don't be rude!"
The guard did not dare to collide with the young lady, so he glared at Chen Yang bitterly, but he did not dare to speak nonsense.
Miss Gui smiled slightly and said: "Mr. Lin, I was not able to discipline you well and let a servant bump into you. Please bear with me."
Chen Yang said: "It doesn't matter."
Miss Gui then said: "My surname is Song, Song Ning!"
"What a name!" Chen Yang praised.
"Oh, what's so good about my name?" Song Ning asked with interest.
"Without indifference, there is no clear ambition; without tranquility, there is no far-reaching goal." Chen Yang said: "How could this not be a good name?"
As soon as he finished saying this, Chen Yang wanted to admire his own wit! He was complimenting him casually, but he knew why the girl asked him hello. Fortunately...
Everyone couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and then they went to carefully understand the verse that Chen Yang said.
This verse was uttered by Zhuge Liang and has been passed down for thousands of years. It is an absolute classic. The more you understand it carefully, the more extraordinary and profound it will become.
Song Ning's eyes lit up and she couldn't help but say: "Young Master Lin is a great talent!"
A young man immediately said: "I guess this poor scholar heard it from somewhere, so he learned it and put it into practice. There is nothing strange about that."
Chen Yang chuckled and said, "Young Master, you can also tell me something you heard elsewhere."
The young man immediately blushed.
Song Ning said: "Then Young Master, can you tell me one more thing?"
Chen Yang smiled slightly and said: "I did hear the verse just now from a sage, but since this is a poetry meeting, it doesn't make much sense to talk about it."
Song Ning said: "Since it is a poetry meeting, I would like to know if Mr. Lin can compose an impromptu poem. Since you are a walking poet, you must be very talented."
Everyone immediately started to boo and asked Chen Yang to write poems.
These people may not necessarily have many lines in their poems, but they still have a high level of appreciation.
They had already planned to laugh at Chen Yang as long as what he said was not so powerful.
Song Ning looked at Chen Yang expectantly.
It seems that this girl really likes literati!
Chen Yang smiled slightly and said: "Since Miss is interested, Lin will not disappoint Miss."
That's why in such a simple place like this, I dare to shout like a young lady. Otherwise, I would have been beaten to death in the sunny world.
Song Ning said: "My little sister is looking forward to it very much."
An Zixuan also looked at Chen Yang with interest.
Chen Yang then said: "Since you want to write a poem, you must have a title, why not..."
"Why don't we use Miss Ning'er as the title." An Zixuan said immediately.
"Holy shit!" Chen Yang secretly groaned in his heart. This guy looks docile and harmless, but he is full of evil! I am a master of copying poems, can I stand up to you asking questions like this?
"However, it seems that there are not many poems describing beauties." Chen Yang immediately started thinking. At this time, he naturally couldn't refuse or decline. Wouldn't that be showing cowardice?
