Xianwu Datang: Start with the rich woman

Chapter 20 Concession
On the way, Xiaoyue asked:

"Is your son nervous?"

"nervous."

At this moment, Chen Yanjun was more excited than nervous.

A sense of excitement that I'm about to pretend to be.

But in real life, there is no audience, and there is no need for applause from others.

As a traverser with a built-in panel, you must act safely, there is no need to force yourself.

Xiaoyue asked curiously:

"But why do I feel that the son's aura is peaceful, completely different from last night, and he is not nervous at all."

"Really? Xiaoyue observes really carefully."

I still remember last night, before the flowers and the moon, Chen Yanjun made a move to brake in the air, with the beauty in his arms, he successfully filled up his physical skills and reached the pinnacle.

At that time, his steps were as light as fairy dust, and his landing was as thick as mountains.

However, after waking up from sleep, he suddenly lifted weights like light, and his walking posture was no different from that of ordinary people.

Perhaps because of the influence of the third realm of nourishing qi, he sees mountains as mountains.

At first glance, the only difference is a clearly muscular silhouette, but it doesn't look exaggerated.

Ordinary people, even those who are cultivators, have a hard time judging their qi cultivation state or their peak physical skills just from their appearance.

But the strange thing is that Madam clearly only has eighth-rank cultivation, but she can always detect his Qi-nourishing realm...

Could it be the beast master's sense of smell?
……

Arrived in the vestibule.

The moment he stepped into the threshold, Chen Yanjun felt his whole body burning, and all eyes were on him.

A little dizzy.

Under Xiaoyue's whispered introduction, Chen Yanjun greeted the princesses in the order of respect.

"Caomin Chen Yanjun met Princess Pingan, and the little girl Qiuzhuo took care of Princess Lao."

Du Qiuzhuo's expression was complicated, with mixed flavors.

Although he was trying to straighten out his relationship with him so that the Zhang family would not hold grudges, this guy is too thick-skinned...

Mingming claimed to be a grassroots man, but in a word, he became the elder of both her and the princess.

Staring at Chen Yanjun's Dugu begging for defeat face, Li Chan was also dumbfounded.

In the dumbfounded, there is also infinite regret.

This was the first time she saw Chen Yanjun, and she had only heard the word Jun Scholar before.

When I saw it today, I felt that the words "Jun Scholar" were too simple and disrespectful of the facts.

Even if it's a disgusting man, it won't be annoying if he lives with such a face every day, right?

"When Jinyu has reached such a level, it doesn't matter if you lose Xu. No wonder Mrs. Cui falls in love with you."

Li Chan sighed with regret, and felt something was wrong just after she finished speaking.

For political correctness, she added:

"However, you are too thin. The beauty of a man does not lie in his delicacy. In terms of skin, I still think Mr. Zhang is mighty and majestic, and he is more masculine."

Chen Yanjun's expression was serious, and he couldn't help laughing in his heart. He didn't expect Tang Dynasty to be politically correct.

"What the princess said is very true."

Seeing that Chen Yanjun was too reserved, keeping his head down all the time, not even looking at her, he was a little displeased.

"You're too polite. I'm just a little princess, not the patriarch emperor of Tianyuan Palace. You don't have to keep bowing and look up at me."

Only then did Chen Yanjun look up at the legendary spokeswoman for disasters in the palace, Princess Ping An, Li Chan.

I saw the princess wearing a bright yellow long dress that was cut like a palace lady's dress. Her eyes often showed a not-so-intelligent look, and occasionally she showed another kind of agility that seemed to be moving like a rabbit.

Even so, the princess sitting next to Qiu Zhuo was not even compared to Qiu Zhuo who looked like a fairy.

If you look carefully, her figure is one inch shorter than Qiu Zhuo, and she is as thin as Qiu Zhuo, but she has a beautiful figure without losing charm.

Her delicate oval face was mostly covered by tassels and neat bangs, her eyebrows were like distant daisy, her eyes were like autumn water, her bun was like a red moon, and her body smelled like musk deer.

Chen Yanjun thought that a troublemaker like Princess Ping'an should look like a tomboy, but he turned out to be a beauty.

Seeing Chen Yanjun looking at her seriously, Li Chan felt better.

"Speaking of the skin, do you think Mrs. Cui is the prettiest, or I am the prettiest?"

Autumn washes the forehead.

The audience was dumbfounded.

What is this all about!

Chen Yanjun also looked confused, I kindly compared you with Qiu Zhuo, but you compared with Madam?
"According to the princess's aesthetic standards, the lady is naturally more beautiful."

Chen Yanjun has reason and evidence.

Li Chan was delighted.

This is to say that she has a good figure, and Mrs. Cui is fat...

However, she didn't let it go.

"And by your own standards?"

Chen Yanjun said truthfully:
"Ma'am is still pretty."

Cui Yourong:
"..."

Li Chan glanced at Mrs. Cui, immediately pouted her lips in displeasure, her face was majestic, and hummed:

"Men are disgusting!"

Behind the princess, a tall and thin Tianlongwei with sharp eyes and wearing a black gold soft armor was staring at Chen Yanjun.

Chen Yanjun felt that the air was hot.

Li Chan asked Huo Longwei beside him:

"What happened to you?"

"It's nothing."

Only then did Huo Longwei loosen his sharp eyes.

In his opinion, this Mr. Chen did have some martial arts skills, but he wouldn't be able to injure a locust tree as thick as two people...

After greeting the princess, Chen Yanjun turned around and bowed to Mrs. Zhang.

"The younger generation has met Mrs. Zhang."

Mrs. Zhang glanced at Chen Yanjun, her cold eyes narrowed slightly, and said nothing.

As for Mrs. Zhang, she is of the same generation, Mr. Zhang is even more junior, Chen Yanjun just nodded.

This pair of mother and son are tall and burly, and they are a mix of flesh. The combined weight is probably five hundred catties!

However, this Young Master Zhang is holding a folding fan, with an extraordinary appearance, a radiant look, and a little arrogance in his eyes. He does have the bearing of a Confucian teacher.

Finally, Chen Yanjun turned around and bowed slightly to Mrs. Cui, but did not look her in the eye.

"I have seen Mrs."

After all, now is not the time for romance.

However, as soon as Cui Yourong saw Chen Yanjun, he remembered what happened last night and what he said just now, and couldn't help but blush.

Another person who couldn't look directly at Chen Yanjun was Housekeeper Lei standing behind his wife.

When he saw Chen Yanjun, he wanted to vomit blood, and imagined strange mushrooms for no reason...

After paying homage, Mr. Chen turned around and returned to the Zhang family.

"Since Mr. Zhang said that both Wentao and Wulue can beat Chen, let's not talk about Wulue. Chen is just an ordinary person, and he is willing to be inferior. The question is Wentao...how is the comparison?"

Holding a fan in his hand, Zhang Wei said with a lot of air:

"Confucian classics, haiku, verses or quatrains, you can choose whatever you want, I don't care."

Chen Yanjun nodded slightly, and said politely:

"Today is the last day of the Cold Food Festival. You all must have rushed here due to your busy schedule. Time is limited, and poetry is the fastest, so let's compare poetry."

Mrs. Zhang's old eyes moved slightly, staring at Chen Yanjun.

Although the Zhang family has investigated the poetry level of Mr. Chen, there are variables in poetry writing.

For example, you can make multiple backups in advance.

You can also spend money to find poets to buy poems for yourself.

Even if you don't cheat in advance, if you happen to hit a subject with sentiment, you will still write well-known poems.

The rule set before is that Zhang Wei must win in both culture and martial arts to be considered a winner, so don't be careless.

Seeing Chen Yanjun's confident appearance, Mrs. Zhang said coldly:

"For a fair competition, one side invites an outsider to write a poem title, and the other side invites an outsider to criticize the poem blindly."

Upon hearing this, Li Chan rushed to suggest:
"Dr. Cheng met Mr. Chen for the first time. He was an outsider, so he set the question. What do you think Madam?"

Cui Yourong nodded.

"There is Dr. Lao Cheng."

Mrs. Zhang then said again:

"In order to ensure fairness, Dr. Cheng please write the inscriptions of the poems on paper now, knead them into balls, and put them on the table of the Eight Immortals. They cannot be changed."

Cheng Zhiang took a piece of paper, thought for a while, wrote down the title of the poem, kneaded it into a ball, and placed it on the Eight Immortals table in the hall.

Mrs. Zhang nodded slightly, and said:

"Since Mrs. Cui has asked someone to come up with a good question, I will send someone to Nanxianfang to find a Confucian teacher at random, and come to the residence to blindly evaluate the poems of the two of you."

Cui Yourong nodded in agreement.

Afterwards, Zhang's mother sent two followers who drove, and went out to Nanxianfang Street.

Cui Yourong and Princess Ping looked at each other.

Both guessed that the Zhang family had made preparations in advance, and this time they were going out to rescue soldiers to ensure that no accidents happened.

After all, poetry and prose have always been random. Li Du has published bad poems, and poor scholars occasionally have golden sentences.

In fact, it is.

In order to appear credible, the two followers searched for a long time in Nanxianfang.

Zhang Wei picked up the teacup calmly, and suddenly said to Chen Yanjun:
"Idle is idle. Just now I heard from my wife that Chen Gongzi is practicing martial arts recently, and Zhang happens to be a minor in martial arts. He also wants to ask Chen Gongzi for advice."

Chen Yanjun didn't intend to fight Mr. Zhang. If he loses, he will lose face. If he wins, he will have to pay for soup and medicine. It is more likely that the Zhang family will catch him.

"Cultivation is different, Wu Lue Chen is willing to be inferior, so there is no need to compare."

"What's more, it doesn't matter if Chen is injured. Mr. Zhang is delicate and expensive. If he is injured in the slightest, the Du family can't afford it."

Zhang Wei snorted coldly, breathing like a hippopotamus.

Saying this, as if he could win...

Zhang Wei's plan is to defeat the opponent in force in advance without using spiritual power to frustrate the opponent's self-esteem. This will make it difficult for the opponent to perform well in the poetry competition.

At the same time, it can also make Du Qiuzhuo completely give up on this useless man.

"Only after the competition will you know whether you win or lose. I will suppress my spiritual power and be careful not to hurt my future father-in-law."

Chen Yanjun shook his head:

"No comparison."

Mrs. Zhang said with a straight face:

"It must be compared. This has nothing to do with Mr. Chen, but to prove the dog grandson's martial arts strategy in front of Qiu Zhuo, so that Mrs. Cui can't find an excuse to refuse this marriage."

Chen Yanjun really didn't expect that this family would be so arrogant just because they were popular in front of Eunuch Qiu.

"It's okay if you really want to compare."

"Although Chen is a martial arts practitioner, he is not interested in sparring with everyone. Because of the possibility of injury and face loss in the martial arts competition, he has to raise his bets."

"For example, something to bet on..."

Zhang Wei frowned, is this kid still a gambler?Or do you want to use a bet to make him give up his plan to compete?
With a straight stomach, he snorted coldly:
"What do you want to bet on?"

Chen Yanjun turned around, looked at the six boxes of betrothal gifts in the main hall, and pretended to say casually:
"Just bet on these betrothal gifts. Anyway, Bishi Chen will definitely win. I brought all these betrothal gift belts, and it's not appropriate to carry them back, so I leave them to me."

In fact, when he entered the hall just now, he was curious about what the six boxes of betrothal gifts contained.

Is it enough for him to condense his energy and form a pill, so that he can pass through the entrance?
He didn't want to take away people's property, but this young man is determined to humiliate him...

As an elder, he could only accept the dowry in another safe way.

Everyone was shocked, not knowing what Chen Yanjun meant.

Mrs. Zhang frowned even more, her folds trembled slightly, and a cold light appeared in her eyes.

If it weren't for the presence of a fifth-rank martial artist, she would have already unleashed her coercion to shock the audience!
Mr. Zhang has the bearing of a Confucian teacher, with a smile on his face, he said cruel words extremely calmly:

"It seems that Mr. Chen is very confident in his poetic talent. How about this? If Zhang wins the martial arts contest, please ask Mr. Chen to leave Cui's house. He has no power to restrain a chicken, so he is not qualified to be Zhang's future father-in-law."

Chen Yanjun shook his head again, and calmly said:

"Chen will not bet on the affection between him and his wife. What I am asking for is property, and I would like to ask Mr. Zhang to change a bet on property."

Zhang Wei sneered, thinking to himself, who wants the property of you, a poor scholar with a bad face?

"Since that's the case, then Zhang doesn't want to gamble, just for one condition: fists and feet have no eyes, don't blame me for Mr. Chen's injury."

Worried that Chen Yanjun would refuse because of fear, he added:
"Mr. Chen, don't be afraid. As long as people don't die, no matter how serious the injury is... there will be a day of healing."

But this time, Chen Yanjun nodded unexpectedly.

"That's fair."

Afterwards, under the notarization of Princess Ping An, the two parties signed the betting agreement and the release letter in turn.

The contest begins!
Both sides stand.

The whole place was silent.

Chen Yanjun carefully put away the contract.

Turn around.

--boom!

He punched Mr. Zhang and lay on the ground.

(End of this chapter)