Meng Hanwu stood in front of the door, her face so cold that it almost froze the entire door frame.
Who exactly was it that came to find a son-in-law?
Why was it that she was here to help Zhu Minglang clear out all the competitors?
Meng Hanwu hesitated for a moment, but in the end, she still stood guard in front of the princess' residence. As long as she could complete this mission, she would be Zhu Minglang's guard for a while!
…
After sitting down, Zhu Minglang realized that everyone was in the residence, surrounded by maple trees that were as red as the sunset. There was some fine wine, a few plates of exquisite fruits, and some brushes, ink, and paper. If he hadn't confirmed that this was the princess' residence, Zhu Minglang would have thought that he had entered some academy's examination hall.
"The princess likes poetry. Everyone, please compose a poem as your first impression while waiting," an extremely tall palace maid said.
Literary talent test??
He had really hit the nail on the head.
Was Princess Luo Shui sifting out some illiterate rich idiots?
Although Zhu Minglang wasn't proficient in poetry, in an aristocratic family like the Zhu Clan that liked to collect antiques and famous paintings, he basically knew a thing or two about poetry.
After composing a red leaf poem, Zhu Minglang began to size up the people around him.
What surprised Zhu Minglang was that there was an acquaintance here. It was Prince Liang who had lost his front teeth in the Dragon Lady Palace!
"Zhang San, Zhang Er, Zhang Yi, it's this guy. Chop him up!!" Prince Liang also saw Zhu Minglang and was instantly enraged.
With this angry roar, his missing front teeth were even exposed. It made his originally arrogant and ferocious look extremely comical, causing the palace maids to laugh coquettishly.
"Prince Liang, this is the residence, not the courtyard. I hope Prince Liang can restrain himself. If you have any grudges, you can settle them after you leave the residence," the palace maid said in a serious tone.
"Fine, fine, you brat, just you wait!" Prince Liang's face was flushed red. He picked up his brush and began to compose a poem. It was flamboyant, but it didn't make any sense.
The princess probably set up this poetry test to eliminate trash like Prince Liang.
Zhu Minglang looked around and found a scholarly young man with an unusual temperament. The way he held the brush was a little strange. When he wrote, it seemed that there was an imposing aura, as if some kind of power was instilled into the white paper. The lines of black ink were like dragons and tigers crouching, making people feel a sense of awe.
What kind of ability was this?
Zhu Minglang was a Dragon Master with the Dragon Emperor title after all. He wouldn't have had such weird feelings if the guy was just playing tricks with calligraphy.
The scholar put down his brush and closed his eyes to rest. He didn't converse with others and didn't pay attention to his surroundings. He was just like those small maple trees gently swaying in the wind …
Zhu Minglang looked in another direction and saw a more mature man. He gave off a scholarly feeling. There was nothing special about him, but the guardian standing beside him seemed to be a powerful Dragon Master. He was surrounded by a dragon's aura, like a mountain hidden in the mist!
"Brother, if you're not forty, you're at least thirty-seven or thirty-eight years old. Why are you still trying to steal the princess from us young people?" Zhu Minglang asked as he was sitting close to the man.
"I'm ashamed to say that I've been busy with national affairs and haven't gotten married yet. The country has been peaceful recently, so I came to the Xu Kingdom and wanted to give it a try," the mature man said with a generous smile. He seemed to be very easy-going.
"Zhu Minglang from the Zhu Clan," Zhu Minglang introduced himself.
"Tu Kingdom, Tu Wenhe," the mature man returned the greeting.
"Tu Kingdom? I don't think I've heard of it before. Where is it from? "Zhu Minglang asked.
"Mr. Zhu, it's normal that you haven't heard of it. I just changed the name of the country. I'm not a very talented person, so I decided to let the kingdom follow my surname," Tu Wenhe said calmly.
Zhu Minglang didn't show any reaction, but he was shocked!
What a ruthless man!
Letting the country follow his surname!
This guy is a hunter!
There were many teams of Dragon Shepherds in the Extreme Court. They traveled to different countries and even served the armies of those countries, helping them conquer cities and territories.
Of course, some Dragon Masters were rulers themselves. They kept conquering cities and collecting high taxes from the cities …
Some of Dragon Shepard's teams even had the ambition to hunt other countries. The important cities and the rich countries were all their prey!
Those who stole were killed, and those who stole the country would be honored.
That was a perfect example of people like them!
They hunted countries and made the whole country subordinate to their Dragon Masters. They would leave when the benefits of the country were squeezed dry, leaving the country to rot on its own!
Hunters were the most powerful titles in Dragon Masters' teams. No wonder the guards around him were as intimidating as mountains. Zhu Minglang couldn't help but have a whole new level of respect for the seemingly elegant man.
Of course, there were two kinds of hunters. The first kind was willing to govern, making countries that didn't have any order in the first place orderly again.
The other was like a swarm of locusts passing through the country. They only wanted to plunder the country's resources and didn't care about the consequences. After all, they didn't have the intention to rule or manage the country. They only wanted to serve their huge dragon group.
"If you become the emperor's son-in-law, won't you have to stay in the capital of the Xu Nation? The women here don't want their men to show their faces," Zhu Minglang said.
"Haha, that depends on the situation." Tu Wenhe seemed very confident, as if the rules of the Xu Nation might not be able to restrain him.
While they were talking, someone came in from outside. He was short and handsome. Seeing that everyone had started to write poems, he found a seat and sat down.
"Which one is from the Zhu Family?" the handsome short man asked as soon as he sat down.
"I am," Zhu Minglang answered.
"Find someone to guard the door. Find someone stronger next time," the short man said.
Zhu Minglang just remembered that he had asked Meng Hanwu to guard the door and not allow anyone to step into the princess' residence.
This short man actually defeated Meng Hanwu!
Sure enough, Meng Hanwu ran in after a while. There were many beads of sweat on her forehead and hair. She glanced around and seemed unwilling to admit defeat. She wanted to continue fighting with the short man.
"Forget it, he has the ability," Zhu Minglang said to Meng Hanwu.
"It's none of your business!" Meng Hanwu glared at Zhu Minglang.
"Miss, go back to the mountain and cultivate for a few more years. Your swordsmanship is still very rough. Besides, you're cold and not feminine at all. I have no interest in being entangled with you," the short man said.
Zhu Minglang couldn't help but laugh.
Well said.
She was cold all day long and didn't have a pleasant expression. It wasn't that she wasn't feminine, but that she didn't even have a hint of humanity.
However, Meng Hanwu's cultivation should be about the same as Bai Qinan's. To be able to crush her, it seemed that the last person to enter was indeed very strong.
There were many competitors!
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