The carriage headed all the way towards Nanmen Street, with Luo Jun following at 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 Luo Jun 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.
Luo Jun was too far away to see clearly. But he could feel that this woman's status was very noble.
"Could she be the daughter of King Dong Chuan of Mount Tai?" Luo Jun 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 for literati to gather and exchange poems. 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 Luo Jun 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!
Luo Jun took a deep breath. Although he was a martial artist, he was still handsome. Moreover, young comrade Luo Jun was by no means the kind of reckless martial artist. He was as resourceful as a ghost and extremely shrewd. Although Luo Jun was not very
He understands some things about literati, but after all, he came from the sunny world and was exposed to a lot of poetry through his ears and eyes.
Luo Jun 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 Luo Jun planned to fight hard today.
Luo Jun 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?"
Luo Jun chuckled and said, "This elegant building does not belong to your family. What do you care about what I look at?"
"Oh, you poor scholar, how dare you talk back to me, the official?" The guard immediately struck Luo Jun in the face with his whip.
Luo Jun 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 Luo Jun 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.
Luo Jun 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 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 randomly?" The servant stopped Luo Jun and said coldly.
Luo Jun suddenly felt that there was a sense of arrogance from top to bottom.
Luo Jun 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!" Luo Jun 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?" Luo Jun made a gesture and rushed inside.
The two families immediately stopped Luo Jun, but Luo Jun didn't force his way in. He just yelled and said: "You guys at the Yalou Poetry Club are so unreasonable. 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 people here just looking for fame?"
"You're such a poor scholar, you're so rude!" The two families were also angry and said, "Haosheng persuaded you not to leave, are you going to suffer the consequences of your skin?"
Luo Jun 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 Luo Jun wants.
At the same time, Luo Jun 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 Luo Jun's poor appearance, they all had a look of contempt in their eyes.
The noble lady also had a pale face and didn't have a good impression of Luo Jun.
Among the many young masters, the leader is a young master named An Zixuan. His father is a minister under the Song Emperor. The Song Emperor is now the king of the entire Yin Side World, 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 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?"
Luo Jun heard the many jeers, but his expression remained unchanged. Then, he bowed to An Zixuan and said, "Hello, Mr. An."
"Do you know me?" An Zixuan was slightly surprised.
Luo Jun said: "Of course I don't know you, but they called you Mr. An just now, so I followed them."
An Zixuan said: "Why do you want to barge into our poetry meeting?"
Luo Jun 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?"
Luo Jun 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?"
Luo Jun laughed and said: "I am a free man, not an inferior person. But you are a slave, you are the inferior person. I am talking to the lady, how dare you, a slave, interrupt randomly?"
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 Luo Jun hatefully, 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 my servants bump into you. Please bear with me."
Luo Jun said: "It doesn't matter."
Miss Gui then said: "My surname is Song, Song Ning!"
"What a name!" Luo Jun 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 progress." Luo Jun said: "How could this not be a good name?"
As soon as he said this, Luo Jun wanted to admire his wit! He was complimenting him casually, so 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 Luo Jun 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."
Luo Jun 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?"
Luo Jun 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 Luo Jun 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 that as long as what Luo Jun said was not so powerful, they would laugh at him.
Song Ning looked at Luo Jun expectantly.
It seems that this girl really likes literati!
Luo Jun 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 Luo Jun with interest.
Luo Jun 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!" Luo Jun secretly groaned in his heart. This guy looks docile and harmless, but he is full of evil! I am a master of poetry copying, can I stand up to your questioning?
"However, it seems that there are not many poems describing beauties." Luo Jun immediately started thinking. At this time, he naturally couldn't refuse or decline. Wouldn't that be showing cowardice?