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"Zhu Men, if you write a poem for me, I won't hold it against you for sending people to block the door." The short and handsome man placed a pen and paper in front of Zhu Minglang's table.
"How should I address you?" asked Zhu Minglang.
"Fist Master Yan Yuan," replied the short and handsome man.
"You only know how to use your fist and not a pen?" asked Zhu Minglang with a smile.
"Do you write or not?"
"Sure." Zhu Minglang picked up the pen.
He dipped it in the ink and wrote a big word on the white paper!
When Fist Master Yan Yuan saw the word, his expression changed and his gaze turned cold.
Tu Wenhe, who was standing by the side, came over and took a look at the word that Zhu Minglang had written.
"Scram!"
On the white paper, Zhu Minglang had written a large and elegant word. It was no wonder that Fist Master Yan Yuan was so angry that his facial muscles were trembling!
"You are just a blacksmith. Are you tired of living?" Yan Yuan almost wanted to grab Zhu Minglang's collar and beat him up.
At this moment, the head palace maid scolded and gestured for Yan Yuan to sit down.
Zhu Minglang placed the word he had written back in front of Yan Yuan's table and said with a smile, "So you can read."
"You are courting death!" Yan Yuan was furious, but facing the overbearing head palace maid, Yan Yuan couldn't immediately flare up.
Outside the princess residence, they could fight as they pleased. But inside the princess residence, they were not allowed to summon dragon beasts or use the power of gods and mortals.
Yan Yuan tore up Zhu Minglang's words and simply sat there. He didn't write a poem about his first knowledge. His eyes were fixed on Zhu Minglang. It was as though his goal today was no longer to be the prince consort, but to beat Zhu Minglang up!
Not long after, the palace maids and maidservants took away everyone's' examination papers. 'Everyone was left in the courtyard and could only face the beautiful maple wood.
After waiting for nearly two hours, the head palace maid reappeared and read out the names of some people.
"The others can go back and wait for the final competition," the head palace maid said.
"What's the meaning of this? Princess Luo Shui hasn't even seen us once. How would she know that we're not suitable candidates? Could it be based on those words?" Prince Liang was the first to voice his dissatisfaction.
"Everyone has visited different places. Appearance, reputation, strength, character … Princess Luo Shui has already heard of them. Princess Luo Shui already has a general candidate in mind. The people who have stayed here are only here because Princess Luo Shui is interested in talking about poetry and drinking tea. She has no intention of choosing a son-in-law. All the results will be announced on the day of the competition. Princess Luo Shui will naturally pay a high price for the person she has taken a fancy to."
"But I only visited the Princess Residence." The mature man, Tu Wenhe, said.
"How could Your Highness not know Tu Wenhe, Venerable Dragon Herder?" The head maid smiled.
"In that case, Tu Wenhe will quietly wait for the good news." Tu Wenhe stood up and said courteously.
The others left one after another. There weren't many people left. Zhu Minglang was among them, and so was the scholarly youth.
After waiting for a while, the outstanding beauty Princess Luo Shui slowly appeared. The screen in front of her was pushed aside by a few maids, and she moved from the fragrant couch to the long maple table. Then, she invited the selected few people to sit closer to her.
Princess Luo Shui personally poured a cup of tea. The fragrance assailed their nostrils and made them feel refreshed. However, no matter how intoxicating the tea was, it couldn't compare to Princess Luo Shui's mysteriousness and elegance. She didn't say anything and only poured a cup of tea for everyone.
Zhu Minglang was very surprised. Why was his poem chosen?
It was a folk song he heard some old farmers humming when he was wandering. He made some slight changes to it and wrote it. It was easy to understand and couldn't be considered elegant.
"Young master's swordsmanship is impressive. Your poem isn't bad, and your handwriting is also beautiful." Princess Luo Shui said gently.
Zhu Minglang looked around and thought that Princess Luo Shui was talking about someone else. However, her eyes that were covered by silver jade ornaments were looking at him.
"Swordsmanship?" Zhu Minglang was very surprised. How did Princess Luo Shui know his swordsmanship?
"At the Mount Mang Sword Sect's Sword Pavilion, young master's sentence 'The weak are inferior, the strong are respected' left a deep impression on me." Princess Luo Shui's lips parted slightly and smiled. Her voice was exceptionally pleasant to the ears.
"So the princess was also there that day?" Zhu Minglang was very surprised.
At that time in the sword garret, there were screens, umbrellas and curtains. There were indeed many county lords, female marquises and female City Lords watching. Zhu Minglang did not expect Princess Luo Shui to be among them. She must have changed her attire and did not want to be recognized by others.
"The Sword Competition between the Mount Mang Sword Sect and the Mount Mang Sword Sect is a rare occurrence. I naturally wouldn't miss it." Princess Luo Shui said.
"So the princess also likes the Sword Dao." Zhu Minglang said.
"However, since Young Master Zhu has such a stunning woman by his side, why did you come to my small princess residence?" Princess Luo Shui continued asking.
Zhu Minglang frowned.
She was referring to Nan Lingsha??
This was troublesome!
The scumbag was a fact!
Eating from the bowl, looking at the pot …
The women of the Xu Kingdom not only didn't accept men from other countries having multiple wives and concubines, they even hated men who were fickle.
The women here might be forgiven for having an affair, but there was never a man who wasn't disdained and loathed!
"Princess Luo Shui, you misunderstood. That female artist is only a Divine Mortal in my Dragon Husbandry team. There's nothing between us." Zhu Minglang quickly thought of an excuse and showed a calm and carefree attitude.
"Young master has never been moved? That day, several female city lords with special preferences told me that they were infatuated with that artist. Under her veil, she must be a stunning beauty. "Princess Luo Shui said.
"If you're moved, why come here?" Zhu Minglang said.
"That's true." Princess Luo Shui didn't ask any more questions. Instead, she talked to the scholar youth who was truly talented in poetry about the poem he wrote. From the words to the heart hidden in the words, and then to the deeper meaning …
Zhu Minglang drank his tea and pretended to understand by the side.
After chatting for a while, Princess Luo Shui went back to rest.
She didn't express her preference and was just chatting. As for the day of the competition, it was hard to say if she would spend a lot of money for the man she was moved by.
Zhu Minglang also had a headache.
This kind of overly simple "blind date" method made him unable to use his strength.
If Princess Luo Shui didn't visit the Xuan Mountain Sword Sect incognito, she probably wouldn't even know who he was.
Could it be that he had to resign himself to fate?
Forget it, he would take one step at a time.
At least today, he had a rough idea of how many experts there were by the princess' side. The head palace maid was one of them. There were also two secret guards disguised as maids. Their cultivation was very high and he had to be careful!
If he didn't succeed in the competition, he would kidnap the princess.
If it really didn't work, he could substitute a fake silver ornament for the princess. It wouldn't ruin her reputation.
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