Chapter 468: Clouds Resemble Clothes, Flowers Resemble Beauty, Spring Breeze Supports the Door, Dew Is Fragrant

It was an impossible task to ask her to take off her veil.

Huangfu Qiuyun, who was standing by, had already revealed a look of disappointment in her eyes.

Her cold and beautiful face turned to one side, as if she had given up hope.

"Meng Kaiyu?"

Shangguan Yangrong saw that no one answered and called out his name directly.

"I am not very knowledgeable and I disappoint you, Brother Shangguan."

Meng Kaiyu stood up from his seat and bowed deeply.

He knew his limits and never showed off too much.

What's more, it was in front of Shangguan Yangrong.

Shangguan Yangrong also frowned.

Meng Kaiyu, the best-educated nephew among the four great families, gave up the opportunity, so who else could come?

"Brother Meng, why don't you let me try."

At this moment, Rong Jinglong stood up, patted his chest, and said shamelessly.

"Brother Rong, don't be rash!"

Meng Kaiyu whispered, trying to stop him.

But Rong Jinglong had already stared at Huangfu Qiuyun and thought carefully.

After a while, he shook his head and chanted: "My daughter is sad, marrying a man is a turtle."

"My daughter is worried, a big monkey came out of the embroidery room." While chanting, he watched Huangfu Qiuyun's reaction.

Huangfu Qiuyun was still like an iceberg, leaning against the horizontal railing on the edge of the arena.

Her right hand supported her chin, her eyes looked into the distance, and she didn't want to look at Rong Jinglong at all.

Naturally, the left hand on her leg was clenched tightly.

Before Rong Jinglong finished, Shangguan Yangrong interrupted him.

"It's just nonsense!"

Shangguan Yangrong's face was stern, and he scolded loudly: "This is the Fengchu Conference, not your dirty brothel!"

"If you can't recite poetry, why bother to come out?"

"Sit down and listen carefully to how others recite."

"Yes."

Rong Jinglong trembled all over, quickly shut his mouth and sat down.

Dare not say anything more! Shangguan Yangrong has always been a guiding light on his path of cultivation.

Naturally, he has great respect for Shangguan Yangrong.

There was no objection to Shangguan Yangrong's reprimand.

Shangguan Yangrong raised his head and continued to scan the guests below the stage.

"Who else is willing to give it a try?"

Seeing these young talents from the Pharmacist City shrinking their heads, Shangguan Yangrong sighed in his heart.

"Sister Qiuyun, how about..." He turned around and wanted to discuss with Huangfu Qiuyun whether this poetry recitation session should be hastily ended like this.

At this moment, a poem came into his ears.

"The clouds think of clothes and the flowers think of faces, the spring breeze supports the threshold and the dew is thick."

He immediately turned his head and saw a strange boy slowly walking out of the crowd.

Suddenly, everyone's eyes were focused on this stranger.

Who is this?

They were all confused.

And some guests were startled.

This is Ye Xinghe! That unruly boy actually chanted such a beautiful poem! "If we hadn't met on the top of the Jade Mountain, we would have met under the moon on the Jade Terrace."

Ye Xinghe smiled slightly and looked at Huangfu Qiuyun.

"This Qingping Tune is for Miss Qiuyun."

"My name is Huangfu Qiuyun."

She tore off her veil, her eyebrows and eyes curved, as if water was about to drip out.

A smile bloomed on her beautiful face.

It was like the bright moon, illuminating the entire Huangfu mansion! It blended into the surrounding light and shadow, just right, outlining a wonderful picture.

One more point would be too fat, one less point would be too thin.

Instantly, the whole courtyard was silent.

Everyone stared at Huangfu Qiuyun's face, not daring to breathe.

For fear that their rude behavior would break this beautiful scene.

I just want to quickly reflect everything in front of me into my brain! But Shangguan Yangrong was still bowing his head and mumbling.

"The clouds think of clothes and the flowers think of beauty, the spring breeze supports the threshold and the dew is thick." He muttered twice and suddenly looked up.

"What a beautiful Qingping tune, what a good poem, what a good poem!"

"Women dress to please themselves, no wonder sister Qiuyun is willing to take off her veil for you."

"Sir, please stay for a moment?"

Ye Xinghe nodded slightly.

Shangguan Yangrong clasped his fists to Ye Xinghe, turned to the people under the ring, and said loudly: "Everyone, this first level has been passed."

"The banquet is ready, please move to the banquet room to enjoy it!"

"Let's eat and discuss at the same time."

He looked at Ye Xinghe again: "Sir Ye, please stay."

Hearing this, everyone's face showed a touch of jealousy and envy.

"This Ye Xinghe, but Brother Shangguan thinks highly of him!"

"Isn't it just writing a few sour poems! What's so great about it!"

"That's right, I have to teach him a lesson later."

Several people gritted their teeth and whispered, reluctantly got up and went to the banquet room.

When most people had left, Shangguan Yangrong and Huangfu Qiuyun jumped off the ring.

"I am Shangguan Yangrong. May I know your name?"

"Ye Xinghe."

Ye Xinghe said calmly without hiding anything.

Shangguan Yangrong was slightly stunned, then smiled and said, "I didn't expect that Ye Xinghe, who has just become famous in our Pharmacist City."

"Not only is he extremely powerful and courageous, but even his talent is incomparable to ordinary people."

The three chatted for a while, and Shangguan Yangrong and Huangfu Qiuyun both stood up: "Mr. Ye, let's go to the banquet hall!"

Ye Xinghe naturally had no objection, and several people went to the banquet hall together.

After Ye Xinghe came in, he found that the atmosphere in the hall was a little wrong.

Everyone's eyes were focused on him.

The composition was complicated, with scrutiny, mockery, and jealousy.

"Is this the great poet from before?

He looks ordinary!"

"He is dressed in ordinary clothes, but he is just a lowly person. He is so lucky to see Miss Qiu Yun!"

"He is just an ant in the fifth floor of the Shenggang Realm. He can get into the Phoenix Assembly with his mouth?

No wonder Mr. Rong dares to tease him like this!"

These people whispered to each other.

They laughed from time to time.

It seems that they are waiting for a good show.

When Rong Jinglong saw Ye Xinghe coming, his neck shrank.

Ye Xinghe's strength made him afraid.

But Ye Xinghe's humiliation made him even more angry.

If he didn't take revenge, wouldn't he become a laughing stock in Pharmacist City in the future?

A trace of hatred flashed in his eyes.

He stood up and immediately greeted him.

"Hey, isn't this our great poet?"

He led Ye Xinghe to the table and greeted him warmly: "Sit down quickly!"

Ye Xinghe glanced and saw that the huge banquet hall was already full of people.

Especially in front of Ye Xinghe.

On the five seats, there were five people dressed in ordinary clothes, obviously dressed as guards, all of whom had the strength of the fifth floor of the Divine Gang Realm.

It was the servants of the Rong family who were arranged by Rong Jinglong to sit here.

At this time, Rong Jinglong seemed to see that the seats were already full, and he couldn't help pretending to be surprised and said: "Oh, sorry, there is no seat for our great poet."

"The great poet can only stand by the side!"

"But!"

He smiled, his eyes full of the pleasure of revenge: