The villain king really doesn't want to rebel

Back to Wen Yan's side, after everyone was seated, Shi Zi also walked out from behind the curtain.

Wen Yongning is not like Wen Yan who doesn't go out often. He likes to be lively. He also has a few dogs on weekdays. He also likes to go out for a walk when he is free. I don't know where he has so many people who can greet him. Compared with himself, more people in the world only know King An in rumors, but few people know her real appearance.

When everyone saw the handsome man walking out from behind the curtain of the main seat, they knew that this was the nobleman who organized the poetry meeting, so they quickly stood up and saluted the prince.

In front of outsiders, Wen Yongning had the dignified manner of a prince, and waved his hand, "No need to be like this, I am the host today, and I invite you all to participate in this poetry meeting. I hope you don't have to be formal, just speak freely."

Observing that the prince's attitude is gentle and polite, without the arrogance of the imagined superiors, the tension on the faces of many young people who have not had close contact with Wen Yongning has subsided a little, and they have more expectations for the following poetry meeting.

Wen Yan was one step behind Wen Yongning, and came out after Wen Yongning finished speaking, and took another seat beside him.

In the crowd, someone saw Wen Yan, who was able to sit at the same table with the crown prince, and was not weaker than the crown prince in the slightest. He was also extremely beautiful, and sneakily commented to his companions, "The person next to the crown prince seems to be a dignitary, but it's just a young lady from which family?" , I've never seen him before, he looks really amazing, could it be the prince's..." As he spoke, a smile that even a man could understand appeared on his face.

After seeing clearly the unique token hanging on Wen Yan's waist with sharp eyes, the brighter companion shivered all over, and immediately moved away from this unrestrained guy in disgust.

After seeing that the nobleman at the original place didn't notice the movement here, he settled down and warned this guy fiercely: "Don't expose your clumsy eyesight, if you want your two pearls to stay in the same place, give me a hand!" Keep your voice down and don't drag me into the water."

"You bastard, you dare to talk to me like that, die?" The wretched man instead stared at his companion with wide eyes.

The companion was speechless and rolled his eyes, "That is His Royal Highness King An, you can speak louder if you want to die."

When the arrogant man heard it, he shrank and crawled on the table, squealing: "What! King An? This woman is the devil? It's not that Wang An usually stays at home. How could she come to this poem? meeting?"

"I shouldn't have brought you in here. You're so short-sighted! Your Majesty has always had a deep friendship with His Royal Highness Prince An. His Royal Highness Prince An's good poems and essays are well known in the capital. It's no surprise that he will come to the poetry fair." Among them, this person is fighting with each other, almost wanting to leave first.

Their voices were indeed low enough, but there was a high-tech gadget on the field, and everything was hidden in front of it.

The system said angrily: "Host! Host, I heard someone talking about you, and said that you are the son of the prince, that kind of relationship!"

Wen Yan ignored the system's yelling in his head. He had already expected that he would appear in the poetry meeting, and rumors would probably fly everywhere tomorrow.

The prince saw that the atmosphere in the scene had cooled down, and some people gasped when they saw Wen Yan, and their eyes were evasive. He was not stupid, and of course he knew the reason.

Wen Yongning looked at the girl beside him who was drinking tea leisurely, and sighed helplessly.

Wen Yan's notoriety is well-known, and I have always known about it. Although I am often careless in front of Wen Yan, the two of them still know some things well. The situation of the brothers and sisters at that time and the hardships of the Dingyuan Hou Mansion.

At that time, no one thought that the first emperor, who had just passed his 44th birthday, would suddenly be seriously ill and lay in bed for a long time. No one in the Tai Hospital could find out the source of the disease.Without the current emperor controlling the situation, the battle for the heir apparent was brought to light by the four princes from the dark side.

He is the eldest son of Marquis Dingyuan. It stands to reason that in that case, he has to keep a distance from Wen Yan to prevent him from being suspected of standing in line. His identity is the eldest son, which means that not only is the eldest son, but also the whole Dingyuanhou behind him. The intention of seizing the heir.Continuing to make friends with Wen Yan is to express his position that Marquis Dingyuan chose Wen Zibo. This is undoubtedly a war with the fourth prince. stand up.

Life and death are at the fingertips of the superior.

But fortunately, Wen Yongning made the right bet.

After thinking about it, Wen Yongning showed a wanton smile, so what, the world doesn't like you, so it has nothing to do with me.

Wen Yan didn't know why Wen Yongning started to giggle again, he glanced around at the crowd in front of him, and laughed in his heart, but a little, these are not the people Daliang needs.Obviously she restrained the sharpness in her eyes and just glanced at everyone, but all those who made eye contact with her dodged and turned their heads to cover their faces.Only when passing You Wenxuan, the young man in white who was rumored to be a gentleman faced her calmly with his usual expression.

Wen Yongning came back to his senses and cleared his throat, "Thank you for accepting my kind invitation for this poetry meeting. When I came here, I saw that the flowers in this garden were in full bloom. Why not use spring flowers as the main topic to write poems together? Between the sticks of incense, there is no need to limit rhyme couplets, let's start now, don't be restrained."

When everyone heard the prince's request, some of them just thought about it for a while before writing freely, and some of them looked around and scratched their heads as if they had fleas on their bodies.In this poetry meeting, there are not a few people who are mixed with fish and dragons.

The poem hadn't been released to the public, looking at what was in front of him, Wen Yan already had a distinction in his heart about the talents and learning of these people.

Soon, the stick of incense burned out.

Wen Yongning said, "Who volunteered?"

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, and suddenly no one stood up.

At this time, Wen Yan spoke with a bit of pride, "I heard that Mr. You is famous for his talents, and this king has heard of it for a long time. I wonder if I can let you all appreciate the talents of Mr. You on the spot."

As soon as these words came out, there was a little commotion in the crowd, feeling that this King An had started to act like a monster, and Mr. You somehow blocked King An's eyes, and suffered this unreasonable disaster.

Wen Yongning glanced at those people coldly, and they didn't even think about it, if it wasn't for these idiots who couldn't stand up, the stalemate in the scene would not only brush his face.

Wen Yan didn't care what those idiots thought, she was the first to point out You Wenxuan because she was really interested in his poems, and it was her consideration to test whether his talent and learning were true to the rumors.

Moreover, Wen Yan hasn't forgotten how this person behaved just now, whether it's a unicorn or a donkey will be pulled out for a walk, right?

After all, the little prince also has a bit of a bad taste.

You Wenxuan, who was at the center of the topic, had a neither salty nor pale expression. He sat up on his knees and lightly brushed the non-existent folds with his sleeve fingertips. He bent down and saluted the two principals from a distance, and then turned to face the crowd without any hesitation. Speak out a sentence fluently.

The whole process was unhurried, with the traditional decency of an aristocratic son.

A pair of seven-character quatrains, plain and narrow, with neat rhymes, praise the crabapple after the rain. There is no mention of the crabapple flower in the words, but there is a feeling everywhere.

Wen Yan looked at the man on the field. When he was reciting the poem, his eyes were clear, his voice was peaceful, his whole body was surrounded by a bookish air, and his manner was generous and decent.Such a person succumbed to the love between men and women and broke his pride and talent. Wen Yan fiddled with a white flower in a vase on the desk, a flash of regret flashed in his heart.

The crowd couldn't help but applaud, the men clapped their hands, and the women looked tenderly at the modest gentleman on the field. With You Wenxuan's icebreaker, the subsequent poems became smoother, the atmosphere gradually became active, and everyone came up with their own poems .

Going on like this round after round, talented and learned people will naturally be screened out, just like alluvial gold buried in the earth will see the light of day.Gradually, there were fewer and fewer people on the field who could write new poems, and everyone began to think hard.

But up to now, the situation has not changed suddenly, what kind of witch, what is shining, and the system's alarm has never sounded again.The more it was like this, the more the system couldn't hold back itself, and it ran in circles in Wen Yan's mind while thinking about it.

But after turning himself around, the system found that its host was still as plain as water, and the fat dumpling finally stopped.

Wen Yan then drank tea to cover up the corners of her mouth. She was connected with the system consciousness, and she knew all about the system's movements. The progress of the poetry meeting was about to reach a deadlock, and there was bound to be someone who would jump out.

Soon, the fox's tail will be exposed.

Luo Yunjiao thought the same way, she had been sitting in a corner, quietly watching the fighting poems on the field.She wasn't in a hurry at all, and when she played at the beginning, she didn't pave the way for the shocking effect she would bring later, and it would only be greatly reduced.

If you want to be a blockbuster, you have to wait until the trough of exhaustion of ideas on the scene. At that moment, everyone has already raised their expectations to the highest peak. Only then will your own poems truly open the door to success.

Luo Yun's delicate eyes stared greedily at the tall and straight figure of the man in the front row, like a beast with red teeth coveting a harmless rabbit.She seemed to remember something, and her throat rolled back and forth.

Luo Yunjiao struggled to look away and glanced around at the men in the seat. The last man who was curled up in a corner like her caught her attention inexplicably.

She couldn't help but glanced at the scholar a few more times, feeling a little familiar, Luo Yunjiao managed to find a short section from her gray memories.

In the dream world, Luo Yunjiao's identity as the daughter of a wealthy businessman is actually not eligible to participate in the poetry meeting.That's why she managed to confuse this poor scholar with a strange fragrance, and Luo Yunjiao got in.

But now she can easily get the invitation card of the poetry meeting, Luo Yunjiao looked at the scholar again with a look of arrogance and pity, she remembered that the scholar's poems were finally read out, although she was full of poverty , but still has some real knowledge, and was rewarded with some money by King An.

Thinking of this, Luo Yunjiao thought, as long as her poems are published, what are those sour words?

Luo Yunjiao lowered her head to hide the smirk on her face, after all, in the eyes of outsiders, she was still the obedient Miss Luo family.A lot of female family members came to today's poetry meeting. At first, Xia He planned to lead her to sit at the handkerchief where the original body had intersected, but Luo Yunjiao found a place by herself and sat down.She doesn't want to stay with a group of women. If she sees herself recovering from a serious illness to shine at a poetry meeting later, subverting the old style, she will inevitably be entangled.

As long as today is over, she will no longer be that cowardly young lady of the Luo family, why should she care about the thoughts of these tool people.

Luo Yunjiao's eyes were full of ridicule.

Wen Yongning looked around at the crowd, all with pensive expressions.He knew that there would be no improvement if this continued, and Wen Yongning was also preparing to end this poetry meeting.

"It seems that this poetry meeting has come to an end..."

Before the words finished, a delicate female voice sounded, "I just wrote a good poem, please wait a moment, my son."

One sentence attracted everyone's attention to the corner.

Wen Yan smiled and said to the system, "Look, didn't the person you're looking for just appear?"