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"Tianqian City!"

After seeing Yan Shengle's poem, Aunt Lian's eyes flashed with a complex look.

The heaven and earth are vast, and the universe is vast.

North of the Zhou Dynasty, there were three major dynasties, namely the Northern Yan, the Northern Qi, and the Northern Liang. In addition, there were many tribal groups.

The northernmost city of the Great Zhou Dynasty, named Tianqi, was the closest to Beiyan. There used to be [-] people and many soldiers in the city. In the past, the Great Zhou and Beiyan went to war, and all the [-] people and all the soldiers in the city were destroyed. .

The natural moat has also become an isolated city, standing in the long river of time.

The sorrow of war is shared by heaven and earth.

"Time is short, so Yan can only write a poem at once. I wonder if it might catch the eyes of a certain girl?"

Yan Shengle put down the pen and ink and smiled lightly.

"Room A, No. [-], I would like to discuss poetry with Mr. Yan."

A woman's voice came out from the second floor.

"Everyone, I'm going up first!"

Yan Shengle clasped her fists slightly at Ye Lingtian and others, then walked upstairs.

"Young Master Ye and Young Master Tang, do you want to come first?"

Song Yushu looked at Ye Lingtian and Tang Ruoyu.

"You first."

Ye Lingtian smiled faintly.

"Then Song will be disrespectful. It just so happens that Song recently learned a piece of piano music, so he showed it off here."

Song Yushu smiled and walked towards a woman playing the piano. The woman stepped aside and Song Yushu directly played the piano.

The melodious sound of the piano sounded next, which was extremely pleasant to the ears.

"This guy is not simple either. Why do you think I am the best?"

Tang Ruoyu whispered to Ye Lingtian.

"How can you belittle yourself as a human being? You are not a talent, you are a fool!"

Ye Lingtian smiled dumbly.

"hateful!"

Tang Ruoyu looked at Ye Lingtian with a resentful expression.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Song Yushu finished playing the song.

"Young Master Song is excellent at playing the piano. Please come to Room No. [-], Tianzi."

On the second floor, another woman's voice sounded.

"Accepted!"

Song Yushu clasped his fists at Ye Lingtian and walked towards the second floor with a smile.

"You two gentlemen, who comes first?"

Aunt Lian looked at Ye Lingtian and Tang Ruoyu.

"..."

Tang Ruoyu subconsciously averted his eyes and looked around. Ask him to play chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry and poetry? Is he the material? Laughing to death!

After watching for a while.

Tang Ruoyu said in surprise: "Ye Lingtian, have you noticed that the scrolls hanging here are basically covered with snow. Why is this?"

Snow outside the Great Wall, Snow in the Cold Plum Blossoms, Snow in the Mountains...it's very strange that they all contain snow.

Ye Lingtian smiled lightly and said: "Maybe it means that the owner of this inn was born in a place with a lot of snow, or he likes snow very much."

"A place with a lot of snow?"

Tang Ruoyu was a little puzzled.

Ye Lingtian smiled and said: "Do you know what kind of dance these girls dance?"

"do not know."

Tang Ruoyu said awkwardly that he was not very interested in these things.

Ye Lingtian whispered: "Six generations of music and dance, Lingbo Feiyan, they dance a unique sacrificial dance of Beiyan. The snow in Beiyan is the most beautiful in the world, so it is normal that the scrolls that appear here contain snow. , the owner of Yuexian Tower should also be from Beiyan."

A strange look appeared in Aunt Lian's eyes. They all said that the Third Young Master of Tianmen was too useless, but it was not easy to see so many clues just from this dance.

But when she thought that Ye Lingtian was from Tianmen, she felt that everything was normal. Yuexian Tower had its own secrets, but trying to hide it from Tianmen was undoubtedly a fool's errand.

"As expected of Third Young Master, you are right. The owner of Yuexian Tower is indeed from Beiyan."

Aunt Lian bowed to Ye Lingtian.

Tang Ruoyu looked at Aunt Lian in surprise: "Are you not the owner of this place?"

The person in front of me is a powerful man at the Grand Master level. Isn't he the master of Yuexian Tower? Then how strong must the master here be?

"No."

Aunt Lian smiled softly.

"..."

Ye Lingtian glanced around and saw a picture of plum blossoms in the snow. He smiled lightly and said, "Tang Ruoyu, didn't you say that you like plum blossoms the most? Why don't you write a poem?"

Tang Ruoyu was stunned and subconsciously said that he didn't like plum blossoms, but he instantly heard Ye Lingtian's voice ringing in his ears.

But Ye Lingtian didn't speak.

"The art of sound transmission!"

Tang Ruoyu was shocked, a little unbelievable, could this guy do this?

"Ahem! Yes, I like plum blossoms the most. Let me write a poem about plum blossoms."

Tang Ruoyu coughed lightly. With Ye Lingtian sitting in charge, what else did he have to worry about? Just lie down!

"Young Master Tang, please!"

Aunt Lian stretched out her hand to signal, and a maid immediately laid out the rice paper.

Tang Ruoyu casually picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, and quickly wrote a poem: "Ru Meng Ling·Plum".

"The small courtyard is soaked by the cold wind, and a few red sleeves are reflected in the snow. The fragrance knocks on the door, and a hundred heads of pure makeup are applied. Smell lightly. The fragrance remains the same."

After finishing writing, Tang Ruoyu put down his brush, looked at Aunt Lian proudly and said, "What do you think of my poem?"

Aunt Lian looked at the words on the rice paper seriously and whispered: "Young Shaoxia Tang is really talented. This poem is small and exquisite, fresh and fresh, which is quite good. This Ru Meng Ling should be the Ci Pai. The Nu family has some poetry skills, and it is still the first." This is the first time I have seen such a Ci Pai name. Is this Ci Pai created by Tang Shaoxia?"

"Not bad!"

Tang Ruoyu replied bravely, admiring Ye Lingtian even more in his heart. This guy can even know poetry, what a genius!

"Young Master Tang, Room A, No. [-], the slave family is waiting for you here."

A playful voice sounded from the second floor.

"Forehead......"

Tang Ruoyu's heart suddenly suddenly turned to look at Ye Lingtian. That girl wouldn't touch him, would she?

Ye Lingtian pushed Tang Ruoyu: "Why are you standing there? A moment of spring is worth a thousand pieces of gold, so hurry up."

"I...I won't go up, I'll give you the chance."

Tang Ruoyu subconsciously wanted to leave.

"Young Master Tang, if you are attracted by the slave family, you can't run away."

On the second floor, a door opened.

call out!

A pink ribbon flew out, instantly wrapped around Tang Ruoyu, and then pulled him into the second floor.

"Ye Lingtian, save me!"

Tang Ruoyu quickly asked for help.

"..."

Ye Lingtian looked at Tang Ruoyu with a smile and didn't care at all about Tang Ruoyu's plea for help.

boom!

Soon, the door of the house was closed, and Tang Ruoyu made no movement.

"Mr. Ye, it's your turn next. You can choose any of poetry, song, music, chess, calligraphy and painting."

Aunt Lian looked at Ye Lingtian with some inexplicable expectations in her heart.

Ye Lingtian yawned and said lazily: "I have no interest in so-called poetry, music, chess, calligraphy and painting."

"Oh? If that's the case, I'm afraid the young master will have to drink alone here."

Aunt Lian said softly.

"That's not necessarily the case. I want to see your landlord. I have something good that I want to show her. She shouldn't refuse."

Ye Lingtian smiled faintly.

"..."

Aunt Lian narrowed her eyes slightly. What kind of good thing could the host not refuse?

So far, she has never seen one!

"Since the Third Young Master is so confident in his own things, let's come to the third floor to talk about it!"

On the third floor, a cold voice sounded.