"You are handsome and elegant, you are beautiful, you are beautiful, you are forgetting the customs when you see it. What do you think, Taoist priest?" Tang Ziming asked in a low voice beside Zhang Ruochen.

The eyes look at the nose, the nose look at the heart.

Zhang Ruochen calmly and gave the most objective answer: "A light Luo fan of white orchid, and a slender waisted jade belt dances in the sky. I suspected that a fairy came down to earth and looked back and smiled better than the stars. When I read this poem, I always felt that those Confucian scholars exaggerated the words, but now when I really saw this woman, I felt that the person who did that poem would definitely not have the beauty in front of me."

Luo Shuqian nodded in agreement: "That's natural. People are famous beauty in the world. Even Uncle Chu, who is above the top but does not open his eyes, says that she is the second beauty in the world. How can she not be amazed?"

"What did you say! My father said that other women are beautiful! Or is the second in the world?" When he heard about his father, Chu Yueyao, who was originally playing with Jiujiu, exploded in an instant: "What else did he say? I want to go back and tell my mother! I have heard that he was romantic when he was young, okay..."

Chu Yueyao stared at Lou Shuqian and was furrowed all over. She really wanted to feed herself two big mouths. Why did she say it at this time? If I had said it in the past, I would have forgotten it in a few days. But now Mr. Chu is in the Tang family in Hangzhou.

I guess the junior sister will go to see the uncle for tea in the future, and then the uncle will come to see him for tea.

By the way, all squinting eyes are monsters. Uncle Chu invited him to have tea. I guess he had to drink the teapot together.

The orchestra's face turned slightly aside and pretended to be stupid: "Junior sister, you, you look so good in this dress today."

"Good-looking? Do your eyes grow on your ears? Your face turned around and you still talk lies with your eyes open." Chu Yueyao stepped forward and almost stuck to the body of the orchestra: "Say! What else did my father say?"

"Chu, Uncle Chu..." When Lu Shuqian heard Chu Yueyao's threat, he smelled the fragrance coming from her body, and felt even more that something was wrong.

"Ah, sorry." At this moment, a girl suddenly hit Chu Yueyao, and the two of them were really stuck together.

Feeling each other's body temperature, their hearts suddenly beat, and in an instant they could hear each other's heartbeat accelerating.

When the two were at a loss, Lu Shuqin's inspiration flashed: "Uncle Chu said that Fairy Lan Yue is the second in the world, and there are two more beautiful than her."

While speaking, Orchestra quietly took a step back, and after leaving that absolute territory, he still blushed without competing.

Chu Yueyao also followed the orchestra with a red face and forced herself to calm down: "No, she is the best in the world, why are there two more beautiful people than her?"

Lou Shunshang smiled casually: "Yes, when Uncle Chu was drunk, what he said was: In Chu's eyes, there were only a few people in the world who could be regarded as beauty, among which Zhao Ningshuang was the third in the world and Lan Yue was the second. This is indisputable, but the first one is different. There are only two people in Chu's inner son Tang Rou and Chu's daughter Yue Yao tied for the first place, regardless of order."

After Lu Shuqian finished speaking in one breath, he didn't even blink his eyes when he spoke, as if it was true.

Chu Yueyao's face was originally blushing, and she couldn't be red anymore. She said in a squint: "This bastard father, I will forgive him."

The Orchestra of Lou secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Uncle Master, fortunately you just said that Fairy Lan Yue was just the second. If you said she was the first, what would the disciple do?

"Then, then senior brother, do you think my father is right?"

Chu Yueyao said timidly, and then threatened the orchestra of Lou: "Tell the truth, don't lie!"

The orchestra, who had just relaxed, immediately became alert and frowned with a handsome brow. Is this another problem?

He turned his gaze to Zhang Ruochen and others on the side, but found that Tang Ziming and Su Bai were missing. Zhang Ruochen turned around with a curious face: "Jiujiu, let's take a look at the lake with your senior brother first."

"But……"

"See the water with my senior brother!"

"yes."

In the end, the orchestra could only face this problem alone.

"Well, my senior brother also thinks that my master's wife and younger sister are beautiful." Orchestra nodded seriously.

"You just hesitated."

"without……"

"You just hesitated."

"no……"

"What is that?" Chu Yueyao felt the need to be relentless.

The orchestra looked at her gorgeous clothes, the hollow gold hairpin decorated with purple jade on her head, and the usually unseen rouge smell.

When Lu Shuqian knew how the incongruous feeling of seeing the junior sister came today, he spoke, "It's just that my senior brother suddenly felt that it would be better if you wear clothes like before, because you clearly said that you don't like such cumbersome clothes."

After hearing this, Chu Yueyao was silent for a moment.

Then he smiled.

Ten years ago, carved railings and painting boats.

A little girl once said to a beautiful woman: "I don't like this kind of cumbersome clothes!"

And beside them was a little boy.

Ten years have passed, you still remember!

However, after so many years, you still dare not look at people when you lie.

...

At this moment, Fairy Lan Yue and a group of more than a dozen women were flying and landing from the boat to the huge platform in the middle of the lake. With a wave of her bare hands, six red channels rose from the bottom of the lake, connecting six directions and directly connecting to the other six largest ships around.

Then she took a step back, and two more fell from the sky. They looked at their dresses, both in scholarly outfits, one in old age and one in middle age, with a righteous spirit all over their bodies.

The two looked at each other, and then the middle-aged scholar was full of energy and said, "The six arts of Confucianism, rituals, music, archery, calligraphy, and numbers, and these six channels each represent one art. My Confucianism is committed to educating all the people. Therefore, no matter whether you are a Confucian scholar or not, choose one of them. Those who pass will be qualified to represent Hangzhou to attend the Lanting rally, and you can also choose a spiritual object by yourself."

After the words fell, the audience immediately detonated.

The highlight is here!

"Xiaoyi, wait for me, I will definitely pass the test, attend the Lanting rally, become famous all over the world, and then marry you in a glorious manner."

A young man held the hand of the woman beside him and drew a big cake with tenderness and stinginess.

"Well, Jiang Lang, I believe in you."

But the girl is still full of confidence.

...

"Hahaha, the boy should have a strong aspirations. The leader of this Lanting rally, I, Mr. Sun, want it!"

"This time, I must make a name for myself, be proud and take back everything that belongs to me!"

...
Chapter completed!