Qilin son from a poor family, the son is unparalleled in the world Chapter 85: Dreaming back to the golden platform, I will carry the Jade Dragon and die for you.
Chapter 85: Dreaming back to the golden platform, I will carry the Jade Dragon and die for you.
When Zhang Xiuran saw that everyone was listening and listening, Zhang Xiuran changed his previous contemptuous expression and couldn't help but look at Ye Qing.
Then Lanxess intoned:
"Dark clouds are pressing down on the city, threatening to destroy it, and the armor's light is shining towards the golden scales of the sun.
The sound of the trumpet fills the spring sky, stuffed with swallow's fat and condensed ink purple.
A half-rolled red flag faces the cold water, and the heavy frost makes no sound.
When I return to the golden platform in my dream, I will carry the jade dragon and die for you!"
moment.
The talented scholars around him looked at each other in confusion. Those who had questioned, despised, and ridiculed Zhang Xiuran before bowed their heads in shame.
There was no speech during the scene, except for the roaring sound of the surging river water as the outing boat passed by.
Zhang Xiuran stood proudly and erect. No one could look at him wherever he looked.
Finally, his provocative eyes fell on Gong Yuxiu.
Gong Yuxiu looked at each other calmly, with only admiration on his face. He opened and closed his lips and said sincerely:
"Master Zhang's name has gone down in history, and we are in awe of him."
The first of the Jinling talents spoke up, and the other talents and scholars all said in unison:
"Master Zhang's name will remain in history, and we are in awe of him!"
Bowing in front of everyone.
Zhang Xiuran's expression didn't change, and he returned the gift with his hand.
Then, he looked towards the third deck, wanting to see the beautiful lady's proud eyes.
But at a glance, there was no beauty in sight.
Zhang Xiuran withdrew his gaze without any trace, smiled and said to everyone:
"Everyone, I'm going to have a cup of tea to soothe my throat. I'll take my leave now!"
After saying that, he stepped forward.
Thinking that he would strike while the iron was hot, Ye Qing, who was arrogant, quickly followed.
Come to the cabin.
Zhang Xiuran sat down and said to Qi Heng who was following him:
"Mo Wan is gone, go look for her."
"yes!"
Qi Heng clasped his fists and left quickly.
Ye Qing, with a solemn expression, said:
"Just now, the voice that drew attention to you, if I remember correctly, should be a bad person."
Zhang Xiuran, who had just opened the folding fan, smiled calmly and said:
"That guy was also invited today, but he was nowhere to be seen."
"Xiao Xiao, there is nothing to be afraid of."
Even though he already knew Zhang Xiuran's outstanding identity, Shan Dan was still a local snake and his methods were ruthless and vicious.
Ye Qing was still a little worried after all and said:
"Mosquitoes and flies are not like jackals, tigers and leopards, but they are still annoying and only increase itching."
"Are you in a hurry?"
Zhang Xiuran suddenly asked back.
Ye Qing was greeted with a serious nod.
Wow!
Ye Qing, who was boiling water to make tea, said frankly:
"You should be leaving soon. While you are here, I can use your strength to solve those problems, and I can climb up with peace of mind."
Zhang Xiuran smiled slightly, the silver fan of mountains and rivers pointed at Ye Qing and said:
"How do you feel? We had a heart-to-heart talk before. You want me to pave the way for you."
Not caring about the irony of these words, Ye Qing poured a cup of steaming tea for Zhang Xiuran and remained silent.
Zhang Xiuran took a sip of the hot tea. It was so hot that he couldn't help but take a breath.
He said softly: "Don't worry, since I listened to you, I took this step."
"I will clear the way for you before leaving Huaiyang."
Amber tea soup is shaking in the white jade cup.
The two had tea instead of wine, clinking glasses and drinking.
Bang!
The tea cup fell on the wooden table.
Zhang Xiuran was just about to speak.
The sound of brisk footsteps is coming here.
Ye Qing and Zhang Xiuran were talking to each other with meaningless nonsense with normal expressions on their faces.
"On the art of poetry, I should ask Mr. Zhang for advice."
"It's easy to talk about, but you have to teach me your calligraphy with all my money. I have been practicing it for a long time, but in the end it is just a shadow."
Wow!
Amber tea poured down.
Ye Qing put down the teapot, looked at the oncoming yellow figure, stood up and bowed, saying:
"I've seen Miss Shangguan!"
Shangguan Lanxi, holding rice paper in hand, looked at Ye Qing's gentle and handsome face, with the utmost restraint in his almond-shaped eyes.
She made a blessing and said, "I have met Mr. Ye."
After getting up, she glanced at Zhang Xiuran.
Zhang Xiuran, who was determined to be a matchmaker, ignored the other party's eyes.
Smiling, he extended his hand and asked Shangguan Lanxi to sit down.
And he said: "Shangguan Lanxi, how do you like the poem written by me?"
"Gong Yuxiu has already said that I will leave my name in history, and you can no longer ridicule me in the future."
"Yes, yes, Zhang Xiuran and Mr. Zhang have unparalleled poetic talent, and his name will go down in history!" Shangguan Lanxi agreed speechlessly.
Lifting up her goose yellow jacket, she sat down, handed the rice paper in her hand to Ye Qing, and asked:
"Master Ye, is this calligraphy done by you?"
Don't wait for Ye Qing to speak.
Zhang Xiuran answered: "How about it? Brother Ye's calligraphy is so impressive that even Xie Daru applauded him, saying that he is a calligrapher of his own sect. He is a rare calligrapher."
"Do you want to become a disciple on the spot and become Brother Ye's first disciple?"
Shangguan Lanxi, who was breathing rapidly and with heaving chest, suppressed his displeasure, gave Zhang Xiuran an angry look, and said in a slightly high tone:
"Zhang Xiuran, you...don't make these jokes!"
As soon as he called out his name, Shangguan Lanxi remembered Ye Qing's reticence and lowered his voice.
Zhang Xiuran blinked and glanced back and forth between the two of them deliberately.
The profound look in his eyes made Shangguan Lanxi blush instantly and said angrily: "You, what are you looking at!"
"I said, Shangguan Lanxi, are you looking at Brother Ye?"
The joking words came out of Zhang Xiuran's mouth in a carefree tone.
Shangguan Lanxi's face turned redder and redder, her eyelashes trembling. She wanted to look but didn't dare to look, and glanced at Ye Qing's face a few times, and said shyly:
"Zhang Xiuran, you, what are you talking nonsense about?"
Finally, his eyes fell on the rice paper, looking at the beautiful calligraphy of the thin body, his eyes full of expectation.
Ye Qing immediately touched his nose in embarrassment and said with obvious resistance: "Master Zhang, you can't make such a joke, it will insult the innocence of Miss Shangguan."
Shangguan Lanxi's pretty face instantly turned pale, her eyes trembled, she took the catkins of the rice paper, used some force, and pinched out traces on the paper.
