Qiao Dashan had never looked at Wu Yuan directly before, but now the emperor's orders have come out.
It also made Qiao Dashan have to re-examine the person who had always been against him.
Upon closer inspection, Qiao Dashan felt numb.
"You...you are..."
Obviously, Qiao Dashan finally recognized the prince Wu Yuan belatedly.
Unfortunately, it was too late. Wu Yuan smiled and made a silent gesture to Qiao Dashan.
Qiao Dashan immediately shut his mouth.
Wu Yuan left the last dignity for Qiao Dashan, "Master Qiao, get up quickly, we are all here to have fun, don't be so nervous."
Qiao Dashan remembered, but his legs didn't obey him.
After slowing down for a while, he managed to stand up trembling slightly.
Qiao Dashan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and then said cautiously: "I suddenly remembered that there are important things at home, so I won't spoil everyone's interest, so I'm leaving."
"Huh?" Wu Yuan glanced at Qiao Dashan.
Qiao Dashan almost knelt down again, and then quickly changed his words: "I suddenly remembered that things at home are not that important, so I left in no hurry."
Wu Yuan sneered and ignored this person.
As for Qiao Dashan's fraud, Wu Yuan did not mention it again.
Seeing that the atmosphere around him was still a bit tense, Wu Yuan smiled and said: "Everyone, I happen to have a poem that I would like you to review. Just be realistic. I hope to hear the most pertinent comments."
Although he knew that Wu Yuan's identity was not simple, seeing how approachable Wu Yuan was, he gained everyone's favor.
Then, Wu Yuan waved to the young woman again.
The young woman came over immediately and asked, "Sir, what are your orders?"
"Old rules, I say, you write."
Wu Yuan joked.
After hearing this, the young woman felt very happy and said, "Thank you, Master, for allowing me to have the honor of writing for you today."
Wu Yuan smiled and nodded, and did not forget to praise, "You're welcome, your handwriting is also good."
When the young woman heard this, she was even more delighted.
This scene left Mama-san extremely speechless, and she even suddenly felt that her position was threatened without even realizing it.
There was also a hint of sinisterness in his eyes, and it seemed that after Wu Yuan left, he would attack the young woman.
"By the way, I don't know your name yet." Wu Yuan seemed to have thought of something, so he asked.
"The slave family is Yin Ruyi." The young woman said with a slight blush.
Wu Yuan didn't say anything more after hearing this, he just said, "Let's get started."
"Wine and song, life geometry."
"It's like morning dew, it will be more bitter when it goes away."
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As Wu Yuan blurted out one of his most unique quatrains, the entire elegant room fell into a deathly silence.
"Green Zijin, Youyouwoxin."
"But for your sake, I have been pondering it till now."
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After finishing the poem, Wu Yuan took a sip of tea as if nothing had happened.
"How is it? What do you think of my poem?"
However, the embarrassing thing is that after Wu Yuan finished speaking, there was still no movement.
This made Wu Yuan couldn't help but look at Yan Fei. Fortunately, Yan Fei still had an expression.
But what’s that look in his eyes like a monster? Isn’t it just a poem? Is it so exaggerated?
However, taking this opportunity, Wu Yuan still wanted to make his presence felt in front of Yan Fei.
"How's it going? Are you impressed by my talent?"
Yan Fei rolled her eyes at Wu Yuan, and then said innocently: "Not really."
Wu Yuan said teasingly: "If you don't, then you won't. Why are you blushing?"
"Impossible, I didn't." Yan Fei tried her best to argue.
But the more he quibbles, the more he can feel his cheeks getting hot.
When Wu Yuan teased Yan Fei here, everyone over there finally reacted.
"What a poem. I didn't expect that I would be able to witness the birth of such a masterpiece of poetry with my own eyes. I really have no regrets in this life."
"Yes, I always thought that since I am a powerful martial artist, only the current crown prince has the talents that we look up to. I never thought that I would be able to see you today."
He does not mean that.
As soon as this person said this, he suddenly realized that the others were stunned again.
I would like to ask, is it possible for a great martial artist to be as talented as two immortal poets?
Although it is not impossible, but thinking about the way the stupid minister of the Ministry of Industry knelt down just now, it seems that the only person who can be worthy of this status is the prince.
Good guy, Wu Yuan's identity is immediately revealed at this moment.
Mamasang stared straight at Wu Yuan, feeling a little at a loss.
As a person from Wu Zheng, I know that the relationship between the crown prince and the second prince is not very harmonious.
At this time, Mamasang didn’t know who Wu Yuan came here for this time.
If it was really for the second prince Wu Zheng, then she would most likely be implicated as well.
But if I came here just for the oiran, I might be able to get through without any danger today.
At the moment, Mamasang still didn't dare to act rashly. She clearly felt that Yan Fei's eyes were always on her.
At this moment, Wu Yuan also scratched his nose, feeling a little embarrassed.
Looking at everyone's expressions, you knew that your identity had been exposed.
The dignified prince went to Goulan to have fun, and it would not be good to spread the word.
He wasn't afraid, but he just didn't want it to reach Emperor Wu's ears, and he couldn't explain it and would accuse him again.
"Everyone, as I said, we are just here to have fun today. There are no officials here, only men who are also having fun."
Everyone present was smart. After hearing what Wu Yuan said, they immediately understood Wu Yuan's intention.
At that moment, everyone clasped their fists at Wu Yuan and promised repeatedly that they would not spread what they heard and saw today.
This was still pleasant to hear, but Wu Yuan found it strange that the eyes of these grown men became more eager.
It seemed as if it was going to swallow him up at any moment.
Immediately afterwards, Wu Yuan was surrounded by these people and couldn't laugh or cry.
Then listen to the compliments of these people and enjoy the adoring eyes of these people.
He had already become the idol of these scholars, and he realized that the poems written during the previous battle with the Dayu Mission had been widely circulated.
Now he is the idol of countless talented people and beauties.
It makes Wu Yuan very happy to understand this. At least he, as a prince, has won the hearts of scholars all over the world.
This is a good thing and something to be happy about.
But right now, Wu Yuan has no interest in these men.
"Everyone, I haven't talked about my poem yet. Am I qualified to meet the oiran Miss Haitang?"
Someone immediately responded: "That's natural. If you are not qualified, then no man in the world is qualified."
"What I'm saying is that Miss Haitang must have been waiting in a hurry. Young Master, you'd better go quickly."
Wu Yuan was also a little itchy at the thought of meeting the oiran.
At this time, the maid from before also came forward and said to Wu Yuan with a flushed face: "Master, my young lady has invited you."