Men are superior to women: the heartthrob in Yunqi

Seeing Feng Xuanyan's smug look, Mu Yao's rebellious nature was instantly aroused: Don't think she's the only one who can handle things!

Mu Yao slowly stood up, lifted her skirt slightly, and walked towards Feng Xuanyan. She stopped about ten feet away from her and smiled.

Feng Xuanyan was stunned in the place, not knowing what was going on. Without waiting for her to react, Mu Yao turned around and bowed to Emperor Qingyuan, smiling sweetly, "Your Majesty, I think it would be more fun to have a team competition instead of letting the young man and the young lady show off their talents separately."

Her smile was so charming that it dazzled Emperor Qingyuan's eyes for a moment. Fortunately, the old emperor was over 70 years old, otherwise he would have had other thoughts.

Emperor Qingyuan's eyes flashed with deep meaning, and he said with interest: "Tell me about it."

"I think it would be better to let the lady and the men form separate teams to compete with each other, or let the lady and the men form a group and then compete with another group." Mu Yao suggested calmly.

She just wouldn't do what Feng Xuanyan wanted.

Either you swallow your anger and team up with me, or you can find teammates based on your own abilities. "

This proposal was very fresh and caused a lot of noise in the hall.

Seeing everyone's high spirits, Emperor Qingyuan nodded in agreement.

Mu Yao turned to look at Feng Xuanyan and said politely, "Ms. Feng, do you want to team up with me and spar with my son, or do you want to team up separately?"

What? Can we play it this way? Feng Xuanyan's eyes gradually became serious. She felt that both ways were feasible, and she could compete with Mu Yao even in the same team. But... why did she feel that teaming up with Erlang to compete sounded more interesting?

"I choose the latter." Feng Xuanyan decided lightly.

Her choice ignited the desire of the unmarried men present. In an instant, all the eligible men were eager to try.

Oh my god! I can actually team up with you to compete! Why didn’t I think of this before? This is a chance worth 100 million!

There were a total of 300 people in the Hall of Heroes, of which more than 100 were men of marriageable age, and only 20 were women of marriageable age. You can imagine how fierce the competition was.

It is as difficult for Dayun to find a wife as climbing to the sky!

Mu Yao smiled and said, "Then - Miss Feng, why don't you form a team first?"

Feng Xuanyan heard this, and a trace of alertness flashed between her eyebrows. She said calmly: "Ms. Mu, you are too polite. The idea was proposed by Ms. Mu, so why don't you go first?"

Mu Yao didn't act pretentiously and responded readily, "Okay."

She looked around, and wherever her eyes went, all the young men were startled. Some of them stood up suddenly, their slender figures like daisies in bud waiting to be picked. Some quickly looked away, lowering their eyelids in shame. Some looked straight ahead, as if they wanted to engrave Xuannv's fairy-like appearance and jade-like beauty in their hearts.

Their state of mind is gradually changing.

Half of the fireworks are for making a living, and the other half are for love.

It seems that I have new goals and ideals in life.

Mu Yao's eyes finally fell on Wang Yanzhi. She opened her cherry lips and asked like a lark, "Master Wang Yanzhi, are you willing to team up with me?"

Wang Yanzhi never thought that Mu Yao would choose him at first sight. In an instant, his mind was like fireworks blooming, colorful. Every drop of blood was slowly solidifying, and every breath was gradually disappearing. In just a few seconds, it seemed like he had experienced several ups and downs. No matter how much fragrant wine he drank, it could not soak his dry throat. His left hand holding the golden cup stiffened unconsciously. He just stared at her from a distance, living and dying, dying and living.

Under Mu Yao's expectant gaze, he slowly stood up, his posture as straight as a pine tree. His glazed blue robe with water patterns outlined his slender waist. His handsome face was as always without any trace of worldly affairs. He walked towards Jinghong step by step with determination, his eyes were filled with concentration and a hint of lust.

"Ms. Mu, you are too polite. It is my honor to team up with you." Wang Yanzhi replied with a bow.

"What? Lady Mu actually chose Lord Wang!"

"That's right! I didn't expect Lord Wang to agree!"

"What's going on? Do they know each other?"

Everyone immediately started a heated discussion.

Everyone knows that Wang Yanzhi is the "number one knife" in front of the emperor, extremely sharp and every stroke of his sword draws blood.

Wow! The Queen Mother of Heaven actually chose a human weapon. This combination is so explosive.

Almost at the moment when Mu Yao said Wang Yanzhi's name, Ye Qinghan looked at Wang Yanzhi with surprise, his mind full of thoughts and countless possibilities.

He felt extremely sad. He remembered that the last time he had this feeling was when he was a child and was scolded by his father for competing with Ye Lianhe for a piece of Qilin jade.

Why not choose him? Did Mu Yao never think about the position of Crown Princess?

He is the future Great Yun Supreme and can bring her supreme honor.

Wang Yanzhi was full of evil spirits. In Shangjing, everyone avoided him except his father and him. He thought he was the least likely to be chosen. Even if Mu Yao chose to resign today, he would not be so unwilling.

For the first time, Ye Qinghan doubted his own advantages.

Emperor Qingyuan and Empress Gu noticed the prince's strangeness and looked at each other. Emperor Qingyuan tapped the golden cup with his fingers and observed the couple on the stage thoughtfully. If Wang Yanzhi fell in love with the noble lady of the Li family, perhaps he would not consider her position as the crown princess for the time being.

As for why Emperor Qingyuan favored Wang Yanzhi so much, it all started with an affair between him and Wang Yanzhi's mother, Jiang Fuqiu, the most beautiful woman in Dayun, more than 20 years ago.

A debt of love means nothing more than that he has let her down or that she has let him down.

I mentioned before that Wang Yanzhi has a complicated background. At this point, I believe everyone can guess about 80% of Wang Yanzhi's identity.

The princess and Prime Minister Xu were so shocked that they still haven't recovered. It's as if a huge stone weighed down their hearts. Although they had expected that Mu Yao would not marry Qingcheng alone, the wedding was just around the corner. Was it too soon?

Everyone present had a look of confusion and bewilderment on their faces. The most interesting expression was from Li Taifu. Wang Yanzhi's personality gave him a headache. If he married Yaoyao and called her dad, the picture would be too beautiful, and he dared not even think about it. But then he couldn't help but admire his daughter. She could even take down "the best knife in the imperial court", this was really like the old dragon king moving - amazing!

Feng Xuanyan stood there for a long time like a mute, unable to utter a word.

Just because Mu Yao was able to find Wang Yanzhi and he accepted the offer, she thought Mu Yao was amazing. What else was there to discuss? The other party had found a killing Buddha, so he was already halfway defeated in terms of momentum.

"Ms. Feng, it's your turn." Mu Yao's lazy and soft voice sounded.

Feng Xuanyan suddenly came back to her senses. She looked around nervously at the eligible men present, biting her lower lip with her pearly teeth. Except for Ye Qinghan, Ye Lianhe and Xie Ci, the other men had no advantages at all. But these three people - she didn't dare to choose any of them.

Just as she was hesitating and worried, Xie Ci stood up from his seat.

"Ms. Feng, why don't you let me down?" He spoke softly, his voice low and magnetic, with a hint of coolness, like a gurgling stream in the mountains, his tone was clear but would not allow others to refuse.

The shock on everyone's faces was no less than that of Mu Yao's choice of Wang Yanzhi. Even Emperor Qingyuan's eyes were filled with surprise. He didn't expect that Beiming State Master would really come on stage in person. This first son of Yunqi was praised by the world as an orchid in an empty valley, an independent existence.

Feng Xuanyan looked at Xie Ci walking towards her, feeling a great deal of pressure in her heart. She just hoped that God would bless her and that she would not hold the young master back in the future competition.

Looking back at Mu Yao and Wang Yanzhi in Taichung, Wang Yanzhi still looked calm, while Mu Yao's face was filled with excitement. Yes, excitement!

Isn't it interesting to learn from each other when masters fight? She thinks today's combination is perfect! Only when people face the strong can they awaken their potential.

She looked at Xie Ci very seriously, suppressed the excitement in her throat, and whispered to Wang Yanzhi beside her: "Shaoyou, what do people usually discuss at palace banquets? What are you good at?"

As the saying goes, knowing yourself and knowing your enemy, you can fight a hundred battles without danger. Only when you know the answer clearly can you make a good judgment.

The beauty suddenly leaned over, the scent of gardenia on her body filled his nose, and the orchid fragrance she exhaled sprayed on his neck. Wang Yanzhi felt uneasy and his breath became a little short.

He stood with his hands behind his back, a light sweat seeping from his palms, and said with a raised lip: "It's nothing more than some poetry, songs, chess, calligraphy, and painting, waving sleeves and waist, which is similar to the discussions at folk banquets of all sizes."

Feng Xuanyan saw Mu Yao and Wang Yanzhi whispering to each other, and worried that she was going to come up with some new ideas, so she quickly spoke up, "Lady Mu, Lady Su and I previously discussed the topic of flowers. Why don't we continue with this topic?"

Mu Yao raised her pretty face and said in a heroic and powerful tone, "No problem, you can compete however you want."

Seeing her calm and confident look, Feng Xuanyan's dimples froze for a moment, but she quickly calmed down: "Then I'll trouble Miss Mu to continue with the poem I just wrote."

Mu Yao nodded politely and looked at Wang Yanzhi sideways with a sincere expression.

She went abroad to study when she was very young, so when it comes to poetry, she would definitely rank Wang Yan higher than her. She was not so stupid as to fight a bunch of professionals with her own strength.

Feng Xuanyan was stunned by her operation, staring at Mu Yao with eyes wide open in disbelief:

What? She actually asked her son to compose a poem with her?

Mu Yao looked very righteous. She thought that as long as they competed in a group, they would just win. She didn't care how they competed.

Seeing Mu Yao's cunning look, Xie Ci's eyes flickered, and he raised his lips and said vaguely: "Master Wang, please."

When Feng Xuanyan heard Xie Ci say this, she had to swallow back the words that were about to come out of her mouth.

Wang Yanzhi's eyes quickly swept across Mu Yao, pursed his lips, and read word by word:

"The south eaves have a short corridor,

The sandy road was white.

No place to return all day,

The whole garden is filled with the fragrance of gardenias.

(This poem is taken from "Xinzhou Water Pavilion" by Zhang Hu of the Tang Dynasty)

Thunderous applause broke out. Everyone was so excited. This was the first time they saw Lord Wang Yanzhi compose a poem in public. Li Taifu savored the work carefully, and a look of understanding flashed across his eyes. Young people nowadays are just too thoughtful. So what if he is the "first knife"? Isn't he still at the feet of his own daughter?

Mu Yao raised her eyebrows slightly after hearing this, and glanced at Wang Yanzhi's face beside her again and again. Seeing that he looked calm and composed, she wondered if she might have misunderstood.

This poem is undoubtedly more "appropriate for the occasion", more "to the point", and more "touching".

Feng Xuanyan couldn't think of a better poem to respond, so she couldn't help but look at Xie Ci for help.

He lowered his eyelashes, raised his willow-like fingers, and gently twisted the hollow bird-patterned scented ball hanging from his waist. The breeze gently blew up his sleeves, and the fragrance floated in the air. Mu Yao looked at the person with an extraordinary figure, and sighed in her heart that the young master should only see the painting, but I am the only one who understands the essence of this.

His gorgeous eyes and perfect facial features challenged the nerves of every noble lady present. They sat upright and admired the elegance of the first son of Yunqi silently.

Xie Ci exuded an unrivaled aura that made every eligible girl present intoxicated. Even Mu Yao couldn't help but half-close her eyes and admire the beauty in front of her from a close distance.

A clear voice came out of his mouth: "I have a poem called "Begonia"

The east wind is blowing gently and spreading its glorious light.

The air is filled with fragrant mist and the moon is turning in the corridor.

I am afraid that the flowers will fall asleep late at night.

So I lit high candles to illuminate the red makeup.

(This poem is taken from "Begonia" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty)

After the song was finished, applause resounded through the sky. The first son of Yunqi really lived up to his reputation!

Many of the men present were more excited than the ladies, and many of them were Xie Ci's staunch followers and supporters. Whether in terms of literary talent or strategy, Xie Ci was definitely worthy of being called "the first person in Yunqi".

Feng Xuanyan's eyes were red with excitement, and she tried hard to suppress the soreness in her nose. Xie Ci's momentum of standing alone against ten thousand enemies made her feel refreshed, as if a mighty river was rushing through her chest.

"Begonia" put a lot of pressure on Wang Yanzhi. It would be difficult to write a better poem in the short term. He couldn't help but frown and look at Mu Yao.

Mu Yao didn't expect Xie Ci to be so strong, and Wang Yanzhi was at a disadvantage after just one round.

She quickly analyzed the pros and cons in her mind: Xie Ci's poem was very well done, full of romanticism. If she wanted to surpass it, she would have to use her wits to outsmart him.

Although she is not good at writing poems, she can recite them. At this time, she must make full use of the thousand-year wisdom of her ancestors.

After much consideration, she chose a poem that both hit the point and had a slightly gentle temperament.

Willows are reflected in the spring mountains, pear blossoms hide birds in the evening.

Under the peach and plum trees at the north window, I sit leisurely and burn incense.

(This poem is taken from "Things on a Spring Day" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty)

Her voice was melodious and graceful. When she finished the song, the hall fell silent.

Everyone stared blankly at Mu Yao, and it took a long time for them to come back to their senses.

In an instant, there was a tidal wave of applause, one after another, and if you listened carefully, you could hear the sound of countless heartbeats.

"Oh my god, Miss Mu can write poetry!"

"This poem is well written! It is as good as Mr. Xie's poem."

"Isn't it? No, why do I feel that I did better than Master Xie?"

"Yes, yes, yes, better than Master Xie! Miss Mu is both talented and beautiful, unparalleled in the world!"

Li Taifu looked at the young men present, who were so excited that they lost their minds, and glanced at them proudly. What a fuss! His daughter is Mr. Wu Liu, who is a good painter and calligrapher. Writing a few poems is nothing!

Wang Yanzhi stared at her beautiful face with burning eyes, and a desire he had never experienced before was burning in his chest like a flame. He was full of love, but he had nowhere to vent it. He followed his heart and walked on. He only wanted her in this life. He was crazy about her.

Feng Xuanyan stared at Mu Yao in disbelief. The smug light in her eyes had long since disappeared, and what remained was only endless shock.

She can write poetry! How is that possible?

There was an unknown emotion brewing in Xie Ci's eyes. Looking at the beauty in front of him, the smile on his lips was unconsciously deepening.

He bowed to Mu Yao and said, "Lady Mu's poem is far better than Xie's in terms of its transcendental artistic conception and peaceful and indifferent state of mind. Moreover, Lady Mu's poem covers three kinds of flowers and has richer content. Lady Mu and Lord Wang have won this round."

Xie Ci's comments are pertinent and reasonable. After careful consideration, I find that there is no intention to give in or be partial. In terms of the richness of the poems, it is indeed the noble lady Mu's poems that are richer and fuller, and she has unique insights in both artistic conception and mood.

Emperor Qingyuan stroked his dragon beard and nodded in praise. In his opinion, the poem written by Noble Lady Mu was more majestic. This girl was young and calm, and she was indeed worthy of the position of Crown Princess. As the ruler of a country, the position of Queen Phoenix was of vital importance. Ability was far more important than background. Unconsciously, his mind began to tangle again.

Ye Qinghan looked towards Emperor Qingyuan from his seat, and a glimmer of hope ignited in his father's eyes when he saw his father's thoughtful expression.

Ye Lianhe, who was sitting opposite, had no appetite for food. He was staring at the amber in the cup, as if thinking about something.

Seeing that she had won, Mu Yao asked Emperor Qing Tian if she could leave, also wanting to hint whether there was a prize. But when everyone heard that Mu Yao was leaving, they all tried to persuade her to stay. The talent competition had just begun, how could she leave? They had already been intoxicated by Mu Yao's grace, unable to extricate themselves, and still wanted more.

Emperor Qingyuan also had the same idea, and he raised his majestic tone that did not allow any objection: "Lady Mu, since everyone wants to continue watching, you should stop refusing."

Mu Yao felt depressed. This old emperor was very stingy, just like Yan Jingsheng in "Two Wicks".

Many of the men on the field have already stood up and shouted: "Master Wang, it's time to change the field."

Among the crowd, Xu Yan was the one who shouted the most viciously.

Wang Yanzhi's lips were stretched into a straight line. What does that mean? Isn't Xie Ci still on the field? Why didn't they tell Xie Ci to change the field?