Chapter 633: Yalou Poetry Club

The carriage went all the way towards Nanmen Street, and Luo Jun followed far behind. His tracking skills are first-rate, and it is absolutely difficult for ordinary people to find.
The luxurious carriage then went up Xuanhua Street.
Finally, the carriage stopped in front of a house 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.
One of the two women was dressed as a maid. The other is a white luxurious dress, elegant and beautiful.
Luo Jun is too far apart to see it really. But he can feel that the identity of this woman is very noble.
"Is she the daughter of Taishan King Dong Chuan?" Luo Jun secretly speculated.
Afterwards, the woman entered the Yalou under the protection of everyone. In front of the carriage, two guards were also left.
This elegant building is an elegant place for literati and poetry exchanges. Here, the nobility of the status is not so important, but the individual talent is very important.
To put it bluntly, it is an arty place for literati.
When Luo Jun walked to the front of Yalou, he probably understood what kind of place it was. He thought to himself, whether the woman on the carriage was Dong Chuan's daughter or not. But her status is honorable, and she will definitely be able to approach Dong Chuan by herself.
Since this woman is in the elegant building, she must be a literati who likes poetry.
It seems that I have to do what I want!
Luo Jun took a deep breath, regardless of whether he was a martial artist, but he was still handsome. Moreover, the young comrade Luo Jun is definitely not the kind of reckless martial artist. His wisdom is like a ghost, and he is extremely shrewd. Although Luo Jun didn't know much about literati, he had come from the sun-faced world anyway, and he had come into contact with a lot of poetry and poetry in his ears and eyes.
Luo Jun has a good memory and learns a lot of things. Don't look at him as if he hasn't read any books, but people who speak several languages, the Los Angeles natives who speak English are ashamed.
Moreover, people's mathematics is also good.
The precise equation can be solved. If he hadn't had these good foundations, how could he break through those sophisticated magic circles in the Lost Continent!
So Luo Jun also plans to fight today.
Luo Jun just stood in front of Yalou for a while, and the two guards in front of the carriage coldly scolded, "What are you looking at here?"
Luo Jun smiled and said, "This elegant building is not yours. What do you care about me?"
"Oh, you are a poor talent, dare you to talk back to me?" The guard immediately waved his whip and struck Luo Jun's cheek.
Luo Jun turned his head to avoid him, and said angrily: "You have something wrong? You really think of yourself as a green onion, a fox and a tiger, believe it or not, the master I told you?
The guard originally thought Luo Jun was so poor and good to bully, but he didn't expect this guy to be so foolish. He knew that he was in the wrong, so he was a little timid. "Huh, get out!"
The guard did not continue to swing the whip.
Luo Jun wants to do business, so naturally he won't continue to entangle them. Right now, he walked into the Yalou again.
As soon as he entered the Yalou, two people who looked like family members stopped in front of the Yalou.
"This is the place where many famous young masters and young ladies exchange poems. Who are you, dare to break in?" The Ding stopped Luo Jun and said coldly.
Luo Jun suddenly felt an arrogance from top to bottom.
Luo Jun didn't care, and said, "I am a walking poet. Since this is a place for the exchange of poems, how can I not?"
"Are there any recommenders?" the Ding asked.
"No!" Luo Jun said plainly.
"You can't go in without a recommender." The family members refused cleanly.
"Do I have to go in? I am a poet. How can there be a reason not to enter?" Luo Jun rushed inward.
The two families immediately stopped Luo Jun, and Luo Jun didn’t rush in. He just yelled and said,
You Yalou poetry will live well without reason. I am a poet, so I won’t let me in. You are Which poetry club is it? Or are you all the people who seek fame?"
"You are really so rude as a poor talent!" The two families were also angry and said, "Haosheng persuaded you not to leave. Is it because of the pain of eating flesh and blood?"
Luo Jun said: "I want to participate in the poem meeting, but you dare not beat me? I don't believe it, there is no King Fa in this black prison city!"
He has gone through twenty days of arduous journeys and has a good understanding of the customs, the way of speaking and so on. So now I dare to shout the word "Wang Fa" loudly. If it were before, he really didn't know if there was a king's law here.
It was so noisy, it finally alarmed the people in Yalou.
Soon, a group of young masters and ladies came out to see what happened.
What Luo Jun wants is this effect.
At the same time, Luo Jun also saw the lady who got off the carriage. This woman looked like she was only eighteen years old, and she was very beautiful and skinny.
The end is the appearance of sinking fish and falling wild geese.
There are already a lot of elder brothers around this woman, and it seems that beautiful women are very delicious when they go there.
These princes and ladies came out and saw Luo Jun's poorly dressed, and they couldn't consciously show contempt in their eyes.
The lady was also pale and didn't have a good impression of Luo Jun.
Among the many princes, the leader was a prince named An Zixuan, whose father was a minister under Emperor Song. Emperor Song is now the king of the entire shadow world, so even if An Zixuan arrived in this black prison city, his status was extremely honorable.
This An Zixuan is dressed in black and gorgeous clothes, and the whole person is indeed handsome and suave. He also has a white folding fan in his hand and a square scarf on his head. It seems to be that romantic celebrity!
Moreover, his demeanor is also excellent. Indifferently said: "What happened?"
His voice was faint, but extremely majestic.
The two patrons immediately said respectfully: "Young Master An, this poor scholar is going to rush into the poetry club."
The princes and ladies around couldn't help but snickered, and a woman said, "This poor scholar, do you think anyone can come in here?"
Luo Jun heard all these ridicules, but he didn't change his face. Afterwards, he made a beating at that An Zixuan and said, "Hi, son An."
"Do you know me?" An Zixuan was slightly surprised.
Luo Jun said: "Naturally I don't know you, but they called you Mr. An just now, so I just followed."
An Zixuan said, "Why do you want to break into our poetry club?"
Luo Jun said, "Young Master An, you are good at asking this. If you say that this is a gathering of high-ranking young men, then I will turn around and leave. But if you say it is a poetry meeting, then I will still want to I'm going to see the talents of the young masters and ladies."
The lady suddenly spoke, and she smiled slightly and said, "Young Master Lin, it seems that you must be quite talented, otherwise you won't be so emboldened to participate in our poem meeting, right?"
Luo Jun immediately politely said, "I haven't asked Miss Fang's name yet? In Qianshan, Xialin!"
The guard next to the lady scolded, "My lady's name, is it something you inferior deserve to know?"
Luo Jun laughed and said, "I am a free man, not an inferior person. But you are a slave, and you are an inferior person. How can you, a slave, dare to interrupt indiscriminately when I talk to the young lady?"
The guard suddenly became furious.
The lady said quietly: "Agui, don't be rude!"
The guard didn't dare to bump into the lady, so he stared at Luo Jun bitterly, but he didn't dare to talk nonsense.
Miss Noble smiled slightly and said, "Young Master Lin, I can't help but let the servant collide with you. Please bear with me."
Luo Jun said, "It's okay."
The lady said: "My name is Song, Song Ning!"
"Good name!" Luo Jun praised.
"Oh, what's so good about my name?" Song Ning asked with interest.
"It's not indifferent to ambition, and it's not quiet to reach far." Luo Jun said, "How can this not be a good name."
Once this was finished, Luo Jun wanted to admire his wit! He praised it casually, knowing where the girl is still asking. Fortunately...
Everyone couldn't help but stayed for a while, and then they went to experience the verse of Luo Jun's words in detail.
This verse was spoken by Zhuge Liang. It has been passed down for thousands of years and is an absolute classic. The more you understand it, the more you will feel extraordinary and profound.
Song Ning's eyes lit up, and she couldn't help saying, "Young Master Lin!"
A young man immediately said: "It is estimated that this poor scholar did not know where he heard it, so he just learned and used it now, that's nothing unusual."
Luo Jun smiled and said, "The son, you can also say something you heard from elsewhere."
The son flushed immediately.
Song Ning said, "Then you can say one more thing, right?"
Luo Jun smiled slightly and said: "I did hear the verse just now from a sage, but this is a poetry society, so it doesn't make much sense to say that."
Song Ning said: "Since it is a poetry club, I would like to know if Young Master Lin can improvise a poem. Since you are a walking poet, you should be a great talent."
Everyone immediately started booing and asked Luo Jun to write poems.
These people may not have many lines of poetry, but the level of appreciation is still there.
They had already planned it, as long as Luo Jun said it was not so powerful, he would laugh at it.
Song Ning looked at Luo Jun expectantly.
It seems that this girl really likes literati!
Luo Jun smiled slightly and said, "Since the young lady is interested, Lin must not teach her to be disappointed."
It was in such a simple place here that I dared to shout a lady, otherwise, I would have been beaten to death in the world of the sun.
Song Ning said, "The little girl is looking forward to it."
An Zixuan also looked at Luo Jun with interest.
Luo Jun then said: "Since I want to compose a poem, there must be a topic, it is better to..."
"It's better to use Miss Ning'er as the topic." An Zixuan said immediately.
"I'm fucking!" Luo Jun stunned in his heart. This guy looks docile and harmless, but he is full of bad water! Lao Tzu is a master at copying poems, can you withstand such a question?
"However, it seems that there are not many poems describing beauties." Luo Jun immediately turned his mind. At this time, he naturally couldn't refuse and refuse, wouldn't it be a show of timidity.