The Strongest Violent Emperor

Chapter 402: Wanhualou

"Oh, what do you mean?"

Liu Ce asked.

"Our young lady will send someone to write poetry as the topic every month. Only if we write poems that she likes can we be the guest of the curtain. Of course, this guest of the curtain can only accompany my lady to taste wine and admire the moon."

The old bustard smiled.

"Oh, and this rule, which is interesting."

Liu Ce smiled slightly.

"The son is lucky. Today is the time for Miss this month to write the question, but the time limit is only one hour."

The old bustard said.

"Huh, is this limited time?"

Liu Ce was slightly surprised.

"This is natural. In our place, most of the brothers and brothers have great careers, many of them are officials, powerful children, and our young ladies. We only admire the real talents and don't like those who rely on cheating."

The old bustard explained.

Liu Ce knew this. Because if there is no time limit, the right elder brothers can hire many talents to write poems. When the time comes, poems will be good poems, but people will not be the ones.

Liu Ce is now more and more interested in Princess Zilin.

Soon, a person with the appearance of a maid walked downstairs, holding a set of words in his hand, and pasting it on the wall.

"This is Miss Today's proposition. Only with this proposition, a good poem written within an hour can be appreciated by my lady."

After the maid finished speaking, she turned and left.

"My son, why don't we go and have a look."

The iron daring **** on the side naturally knew that Liu Ce was also looking for this girl named Zi Lin, so he said to Liu Ce.

"It's okay, wait a minute."

Liu Ce doesn't matter what he looks like.

Finally, all the talented people present had read the proposition.

Liu Ce Shi Ran walked over.

Look at the hanging characters on the wall.

With Mei and Xue as the title, it can be a seven-character quatrain or a lyric name. But it must be done within an hour. Exceeding the time limit does not count.

Interesting, Liu Ce smiled slightly when he looked at the proposition. In fact, I already have a confession in my heart. Behind him stood the essence of China for thousands of years, and the mere poems naturally couldn't help him.

However, Liu Ce was not so anxious and was still waiting. All those present were the sons of Quan Huan from Tianshui City. He also wanted to see their poems.

Although the poems are not as good as martial arts, there are still many upper-class people in the Huawu mainland, especially women, who are obsessed with it. It's okay to say that it is arty, and it can also cultivate sentiment, but this poem together has become a characteristic of Huawu mainland.

"Well, Miss Xiaoyu, give my poem to Miss Zixuan."

A young man with a horse face said.

"Great."

Xiaoyu walked over and took away the copybook of the young man Ma Lian.

"And I."

The other one, Young Dao sitting beside Ma's face.

"Okay, I'll take it together."

Xiaoyu took the two poems and left.

Liu Ce, who was sitting on the side, saw it interestingly. Both of them seemed to be children of a large local family. You can see from the show of their entourage. And this time, the two were obviously competing with each other.

I don't know if they can succeed. But Liu Ce didn't care either. Princess Zilin's request might be very high, and the Buddha would not be her guest of the curtain until now. Although this guest who entered the curtain and himself were not at all at the same time. But it also made countless Quan Huan's children rush to.

"Ma Chen, this time, I'm sure to win."

A blue-clothed young man said proudly.

"Su Zhao, why do you think you are determined to win? Ma Chen is not convinced this time. This time, let's see who of us can be Miss Zi Xuan's guest."

Ma Chen also sneered.

"Then take a look."

Su Zhao dismissed it with a smile.

Su Zhao and Ma Chen were originally good friends, and they were also famous brothers in Tianshui City. But since seeing Miss Zixuan's profile in Wanhualou, both of them have been fascinated by Miss Zixuan. Therefore, he turned his face and fought against each other, trying to get the top spot. But one year later, neither of them succeeded. Instead, the two were even more tit-for-tat.

Liu Ce was a little strange. Although this Wanhua Tower attracted a lot of people because of Princess Zilin, he saw that these Quan eunuchs were definitely not good for each other. But Wanhua Building can operate for such a long time, and no one will make trouble. This Wanhua Building is also a good method.

Soon, Xiaoyu walked down.

"How is it, does Miss like it?"

Ma Chen asked quickly. The look was a little excited.

"And me."

Su Zhao also asked.

"No, Miss doesn't like it, Miss thinks your poem is crude."

Xiaoyu shook his head.

"What, how is it possible."

"I do not believe……"

Two young people are about to rush upstairs.

"stop."

Two guards stopped Ma Chen and Su Zhao.

"Do you know who I am and dare to stop us, how many lives do you have?"

"That is, you are very courageous, be careful I let you not hang on here."

Su Zhao and Ma Chen were very angry.

"Two princes, don't make us embarrassed."

The two guards were expressionless. Although they were facing the famous officials and eunuchs of the entire Tianshui City, they did not give in at all.

"Huh, come here, take them down."

Su Zhao and Ma Chen lost face and felt a little angry in the public.

"Who is making trouble in Wanhualou?"

A low voice sounded.

This is an old woman who seems to be in her eighties, walking tremblingly on crutches, as if she would fall down at any time. But her body exudes extremely terrifying power.

The breath of presence seemed to freeze.

"Old Yan."

When Su Zhao and Ma Chen saw this old woman, their expressions changed. Immediately he dared not speak any more.

Don't look at the other party, it seems to be a dying old woman. But the two did not dare to underestimate each other. Six months ago, this old woman killed a warrior in the Eclosion Realm with a walking stick. This caused a great sensation at the time. You need to know that the most powerful expert in the Shuiyue Empire is nothing more than the Eclosion Realm, so since that time, no one has dared to make trouble in Wanhualou.

This is a strong man who is suspected of being the peak of the Eclosion Realm.

Both Ma Chen and Su Zhao were a little frightened. They felt a murderous aura locked in them. They were a little anxious before, forgetting that there is such a strong man in Wanhualou. The heart is chilling. If this old woman wants to win herself, every minute is just a matter of seconds.

Liu Ce, who was on the side, smiled slightly when he saw this scene. Looking at the iron daring **** beside him, he asked: "Ignore, what do you think?"

"She is not the peak of the Eclosion Realm, but the Realm of Life and Death."

Zhu ignored the indifferent way.

"Huh? Life and death, it's no wonder."

Liu Ce smiled slightly.

Although life and death are not a big deal in Dahan now, in this mere Shuiyue Empire, this is the sky. No wonder no one dares to make trouble in Wanhualou, there is a life and death situation, who dares to come and die.

Of course, it is also because Wanhualou can keep a low profile, so the business of Wanhualou is pretty good. If it hadn't been for someone to make trouble, the life-and-death powerhouse of Wanhualou would not necessarily show up, and Liu Ce knew this well.

Wanhualou naturally wanted to keep a low profile. After all, Princess Zilin was still being pursued by the three dynasties, and her life was not easy.

It was another few self-proclaimed talents who gave their poems to Xiaoyu and asked Xiaoyu to take it up. But without exception, they all failed. No one got the favor of Miss Zi Xuan.

However, everyone present is used to it, and this has been going on for a long time. It seems that Miss Zi Xuan has never liked the work of a self-proclaimed talent, or even a trace of approval.

"My son, don't you try?"

Tie Dan Hou looked at Liu Ce and smiled.

The daring **** knows that Liu Ce's poems are unique, but they shocked the poetry king stage at the beginning.

"Just because of this, my son also wants to see Miss Zi Xuan."

Liu Ce smiled faintly.

Immediately, Liu Ce began to write the inscription. All in one go.

"Girl Xiaoyu, hand over the words of this son to your lady."

Liu Ce said to Xiaoyu.

"Oh, good."

Xiaoyu didn't care too much, and took a look at Liu Ce slightly, and found that the other party had an elegant temperament and a powerful aura, which was actually very different from ordinary people.

But Xiaoyu didn't care too much. Come here, there are so many good-natured sons. But there is no poetry of any son-in-law that can impress his own young lady.

At this time, on the second floor of Wanhua Building

A young girl was playing the piano, although she was leaning on the bead curtain, she could only see a faint figure from her back. But it is this back figure that exudes a thrilling beauty.

"Lin'er, it seems that this time, there is still no predestined person."

It was the old woman who had previously appeared in shock. She looked at the girl with kindness and kindness in her eyes. As if looking at one's own children and grandchildren.

"Hey, Lin'er knows, maybe it won't be long before she can't escape. Lin'er doesn't want to live this kind of escape, but Lin'er also wants to try her children's love. However, she has never seen a destined person. Mother-in-law, do you think Lin'er really does not have that life?"

The girl's voice said bitterly.

"Lin'er, mother-in-law doesn't want you to say such things, mother-in-law still has to watch you get married and have children. You are the only blood of Tianqi, you are gone. Tianqi really has no hope."

The old woman's voice had a hint of reproach, but it was still very soft.

"Hey, mother-in-law, do you think there is hope for Tianqi?"

The girl's voice was a bit tired.

"As long as you don't give up, princess, Tianqi will definitely have hope."

The old woman's voice firmly said.

"Ok……"

The girl was silent.

At this moment, Xiaoyu walked in quickly, holding today's last poem post in his hand.

"Miss, this is the poem written by the last son just now, do you want to read it?"

Xiaoyu asked carefully.

Xiaoyu knew that the young lady was already a little disappointed. So I don't know, miss whether or not to watch it.

"Since it's the last post, why not look at it? Bring it."