The poem I wrote?
Yu Huanzhang was confused for a while, but he quickly came to his senses when he saw An Yan's smiling face. An Yan was helping him!
Disliked brother...
He was deeply moved.
Likewise, everyone present was also a little surprised.
Yu Huanzhang's poem?
Not to mention that no one saw him writing poetry just now, when will Yu Huanzhang be able to write poetry?
Some people were suspicious, while others understood something and turned their eyes to An Yan beside Yu Huanzhang.
But no matter what, it still depends on how the poem is. As long as it's not too bad, they will support it.
An Yan handed the scroll of paper to Yu Huanzhang's hand, leaving the stage to him, and turned back to his seat.
The man next to Shentu Junshi said in a strange tone: "I never thought that Mr. Yu is capable of composing poems in the air. In that case, why don't you read it quickly?"
Anyone with a discerning eye knows that Yu Huanzhang was walking back and forth here just now, and there was no time for him to sit down and write poems. The white paper on the desk was still there.
But at this moment, except for Shentu Junshi, no one could expose it, and they were all waiting quietly for Yu Huanzhang to speak.
Yu Huanzhang gathered his thoughts, took a deep breath, looked at the scroll in his hand, and chanted loudly along with the words on it:
"One piece, two pieces, three or four pieces, five pieces, six pieces, seven or eight pieces."
The words stopped abruptly as soon as they came out of his mouth, and he looked at the words on the paper in astonishment.
Wenren Jinping: "..."
Everyone: "..."
Shentu Junshi burst out laughing.
Everyone present had strange expressions on their faces. Even if they wanted to support him, they would not be able to support him with such a poem.
There were also bursts of low laughter and rustling voices from the female guests separated by Mingsha.
Yu Huanzhang paused and looked at An Yan who was sitting in his seat. An Yan still had a smile on his face and motioned for him to read on.
Yu Huanzhang's scalp felt numb for a while, and he focused on the scroll in his hand again.
"Nine, ten, and countless pieces..."
"It flies into the grass and disappears!"
Everyone fell silent, the laughter also disappeared, and everyone's eyes looked thoughtful.
It wasn't until the chime bell rang behind the screen that countless people came to their senses in shock.
"wonderful!"
"Wonderful poem!"
"Excellent!"
The room became lively in an instant, and everyone praised it one after another. The poem was not eye-catching at first, and could even be said to be extremely crude, but the mystery behind it made everyone's eyes brighten.
We have yet to comment on the quality, but for now I want to congratulate Mr. Yu!
Yu Huanzhang looked at the scroll in his hand and was lost in thought. He couldn't write poetry, but he still had the ability to appreciate it. The so-called "good poems" in the poetry meeting were just mediocre works compared with the real good poems, and this poem , it can be said to be a hidden mystery or a trick.
But such a poem that is easy to understand and eye-catching makes it easier to spread!
Shentu Junshi frowned and remained silent as he listened to the crowd's cheers. The man next to him was still saying, "It's really wonderful!"
He glanced over, and the man suddenly shuddered.
There was a melodious melody hidden in the crowd's discussion. Jinping, a well-known person behind the curtain, spoke up at this time: "Young master Yu, this poem is wonderful. Does it have a name?"
When Yu Huanzhang heard this, he looked at An Yan. This action was naturally noticed by Wenren Jinping. He also looked at An Yan and saw that the other person was slowly lowering his head to sip tea.
Yu Huanzhang said: "It is a fashionable work without any details. It just needs to be named after the West Garden."
The person behind the curtain chuckled: "Then I will add a wonderful new chapter to the West Garden."
Yu Huanzhang felt relaxed both physically and mentally at this moment. He was too lazy to pay attention to Shentu Junshi who was sitting there with a stinky face. He cupped his hands towards the person behind the curtain and returned to his seat.
After sitting down, he said to An Yan beside him: "Brother Yan, thank you."
An Yan responded: "You're welcome."
Yu Huanzhang grinned and took a sip of tea.
An Yan was not willing to copy poems at first, not to mention that the ones he copied were inappropriate for the occasion. His current persona at Yu Jingtang's place was that of a naughty boy with no knowledge or skills.
But Yu Huanzhang treated him well, and this simple and straightforward poem is easy to explain. It is acceptable to say that it was written by chance.
The atmosphere in the attic was lively, changing from the previous depression.
Wenren Jinping said: "I am fortunate to have received your masterpieces today. I will print them into a volume some day and then send them to your homes."
"Jin Ping will retire first, please help yourself."
The person behind the curtain stood up, bowed to everyone, turned around and entered behind the screen.
Many female guests on the opposite side also left, but there were also some who stayed and chatted with some men.
Yu Huanzhang and An Yan were surrounded by many people. First, they congratulated Yu Huanzhang on writing a masterpiece, and then started chatting politely with An Yan.
Everyone noticed the person following Yu Huanzhang.
After the poetry meeting ended, many people were not in a hurry to leave. It seemed to be a well-established event.
An Yan saw a woman among the people around her looking at him with twitching eyes. She immediately held her stomach and said to Yu Huanzhang, "Brother Huanzhang, I drank too much tea just now and my stomach hurts..."
Yu Huanzhang laughed loudly: "Let's go, let me take you to the hut."
He laughed heartily, causing everyone around him to laugh too.
Shentu Junshi had already left just now. When Yu Huanzhang took An Yan out of the West Garden, he saw Shentu Junshi just getting on the carriage.
Yu Huanzhang said to his groom: "Go home quickly! Take the main road! Don't avoid being ambushed by that stupid guy!"
An Yan also remembered Shentu Junshi's previous threat.
The traffic was passing through the main street of Luoyang. The market was bustling. Yu Huanzhang was in a happy mood and said to An Yan: "Brother Yan, thank you for helping me out today."
An Yan smiled and said, "Why do the family have to say this? Besides, it was written by Brother Huanzhang."
Yu Huanzhang was startled, looked at An Yan and asked, "Brother Yan, do you really want to name that poem after me?"
An Yan said: "I told you, that book was written by Brother Huanzhang."
Yu Huanzhang fell silent, patted An Yan on the shoulder, and laughed heartily: "That's right, why should we be pretentious as a family! Go home!"
After crossing the main street of Luoyang, it was safe when approaching the Prime Minister's Mansion. An Yan was placed at the side door of the Prime Minister's Mansion, and Yu Huanzhang got out of the car and spoke to him.
"Brother Wei, it's inconvenient today. I'll take you to Zifang to have fun some other time."
"Where is Zifang?"
"Of course it's a good place. You'll know it when I go there."
An Yan couldn't help but secretly said it was a pity and said goodbye to Yu Huanzhang.
Seeing the carriage leaving, he also walked into the Prime Minister's Mansion with his head straight. As soon as he crossed the threshold, he saw a beautiful figure in front of him.
Yu Nian had just returned home and looked at the door when he heard the sound of the carriage.
"Miss Yu."
"Um."
When An Yan saw Yu Nian, he couldn't help but compare her with the Wenren Jinping he saw today. The Yu Nian in front of him amazed him every time he saw her.
"Miss Yu is going out?" he asked.
"Just came back." Yu Nian responded coldly.
As she spoke, she paused and glanced at An Yan: "Just came back from Zifang."
An Yan was startled, and then realized that she probably heard her conversation with Yu Huanzhang behind the door.
"Where is Zifang, and what is Miss Yu doing there?" An Yan asked awkwardly.
Although Yu Huanzhang didn't say it explicitly, he roughly guessed it.
"Go kill people." Yu Nian said coldly and walked away.
An Yan's heart skipped a beat, then she thought that the other party was a Xuanjia Guard, and guessed that he was on official duty.
"Miss Yu is busy with official duties."
He followed up and said, half a body behind Yu Nian.
"Have you seen her?" Yu Nian suddenly asked.
She always spoke so briefly, and it took An Yan some thought to understand what she meant.
"Well, I met you at the poetry festival."
"how?"
An Yan muttered: "As the rumors say, the number one talented woman in Luoyang is not false."
Yu Nian said coldly: "The name didn't originally refer to her."
An Yan couldn't help but be startled, what did this mean?
He couldn't help but ask: "Then whose name originally belonged to him?"
Yu Nian didn't answer, just walked forward.
Could it be...that Yu Wan again?
An Yan secretly wondered why this woman always spoke so vaguely.
After passing through the pavilion and corridor, the two of them were about to part ways. Yu Nian went to the inner house, while An Yan returned to his own place. However, at the corner of the pavilion and corridor, a hurried figure almost bumped into An Yan. The figure tried to avoid it. An Yan stumbled and fell to the ground.
She was a maid, whom An Yan didn't recognize.
She did know An Yan, and she quickly knelt on the ground and apologized with a panicked expression: "Damn it, my servant, for bumping into the eldest lady and Master An."
An Yan didn't notice anything, but he was still thinking about it, so he didn't rush to speak.
Yu Nian looked at her expressionlessly: "Why are you in such a hurry?"
The maid lowered her head and said, "In the name of my wife, I am going out to buy some things."
However, Yu Nian suddenly leaned down. An Yan thought she was going to slap the maid, but unexpectedly, her hand reached towards the maid's chest. There was a small piece of envelope exposed, but An Yan didn't notice it. , he didn’t dare to look at other girls’ chests in front of Yu Nian.
Taking out the envelope, the maid kneeling there became even more panicked: "Miss!"
There was no signature on the envelope, and it was sealed with wax paint.
"What's this?"
"Yes...it's a letter that my maid wants to send home." The maid responded in a trembling voice.
An Yan on the side was thoughtful, and he suddenly didn't want to stay here anymore.
"Why is there no signature?"
"At that time, the lady gave the order...the servant was in a hurry and had no time to sign."
Yu Nian tore open the seal and took out the letter inside. An Yan noticed the look of despair on the maid's face.
An Yan did not read the letter, but stood aside and looked away. He did not want to get involved and was thinking about whether to say goodbye.
Yu Nian beside him suddenly let out a chuckle.
"An Yan."
When An Yan heard her calling his name for the first time, he couldn't help but turn his head and found that there was a weird smile on Yu Nian's face, which made his heart even more chilling.
She handed the letter over: "You should also read it."
An Yan thought that it wouldn't be appropriate to read it himself, but when the letter was handed to him, Yu Nian's cold eyes made him unable to refuse.
He took the letter and glanced at it briefly, but the content on it shocked him.
What kind of family letter is this? It's full of ambiguous words, and the language is bold and unrestrained. It's clearly a letter from someone having an affair!
Whose letter is this?
An Yan looked at the maid kneeling there, thinking that it would be best if it belonged to this maid, so that she could only see it and it wouldn't involve anything.
"Follow me." Yu Nian said coldly.
The maid did not dare to disobey, but her face was ashen. An Yanshang stood there, but Yu Nian soon looked at her and had to follow her.
The three of them entered an empty warehouse, and Yu Nian also chose a gap with no one around.
"Whose letter is it?" Yu Nian went straight to the point and asked the maidservant who was kneeling there.
"It's...servant's..."
"When did you call me Yun Niang?" Yu Nian sneered.
The nickname signed in the letter is "Yun Niang."
"It's... my maid's..." The maidservant lowered her head and replied with a trembling voice.
A cold light flashed in Yu Nian's eyes, and she leaned over and whispered: "I want to ask you one last time. If I tell the truth, I will pretend that nothing happened. You continue to take the letter out of the house and give it to whom."
"Or, your whole family will die together!"
An Yan on the side felt a chill in her heart. This woman was so ruthless. She didn't change her expression when she talked about going to Zifang to kill people. After all, she was from the military.
The maid was indeed frightened and looked at Yu Nian with wide eyes.
"Eldest...eldest lady..."
Yu Nian's face was expressionless: "Whose letter is it?"
"Yes...yes...yes..." The maid's face turned pale, her lips trembled, and she spat out a few words tremblingly.
"Mrs.'s..."
An Yan's mind instantly thought of that extremely beautiful woman.
Yu Jingtang’s second wife, Mrs. Jiang!
Yu Nian's face quickly returned to calm. She straightened up and said to the maid: "Okay, you can go."
The maid stood up in a daze, unable to believe that she had been let go like this. Under normal circumstances, shouldn't she have been dragged in front of the master angrily to identify his wife?
"Are you waiting for me to regret it?" Yu Nian said again.
The maid quickly put away the letter and quickly left the warehouse.
Only Yu Nian and An Yan were left in the warehouse.
An Yan said helplessly: "Why did Miss Yu want to harm me?"
Originally this matter had nothing to do with him, he didn't want to get involved, and he didn't want to know.
But it's different now. He has become an insider. He doesn't understand why Yu Nian does this.
"How I harmed you, wasn't it my own fault?" Yu Nian sneered.
An Yan frowned secretly and said, "This matter has nothing to do with me. It's Miss Yu who insists on dragging me in."
However, Yu Nian said something that sent shivers down his spine: "Aren't you the one who had an affair with the Prime Minister's wife?"
An Yan's expression froze and he suddenly looked into her eyes: "What do you mean?!"
Yu Nian stared at An Yan with cold eyes: "If I go to Yu Jingtang to report this matter now, and let that servant identify you, do you think you have a chance of surviving?"
"..."
After the moment of fear, An Yan quickly calmed down and his expression became neither sad nor happy.
"Miss Yu wants me to do something, right?"
Yu Nian raised the corners of her mouth and folded her hands around her chest. She was as beautiful as ever, but this beauty seemed to be an illusion. When the veil of beauty was lifted, it was a murderous knife dripping with poison! This is an extremely vicious woman.
How could an ordinary woman be in Xuanjia Guard? Her black sword had been stained with an unknown amount of blood. Human lives were probably worthless in her eyes, including his.
Yu Nian's cold voice sounded in An Yan's ears: "You also know now that she is a wanton woman."
"I want you to go find her, tell her about the letter, threaten her, no matter what you want to do to her, you will destroy her for me!"
