My Wife Turns Out to be an Empress of the Dynasty

Chapter 205 The Junior Master Dances with Swords

Mu Yuyan looked at Gu Lan with great surprise.

The poems composed by the officials instantly paled in comparison to his.

Gu Lan remained calm.

Even though his poems were recited casually, they were masterpieces left by predecessors in his past life.

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They couldn't be matched by these petty jealousies.

The officials fell silent, exchanging glances, unable to continue the poetry session.

If it were someone else, it might be considered disrupting the festivities, irritating Mu Yuyan... but Gu Lan was no ordinary person.

He was the man capable of leaving Mu Yuyan speechless.

At this moment, a military general stepped forward and said, "Poetry alone, though elegant, isn't fully engaging. Why not let us demonstrate our swordsmanship to add to the festivity?"

Many generals agreed.

Historically, civil officials looked down on military generals, but the reverse was also true.

Seeing Gu Lan single-handedly overshadow the civil officials, the generals naturally wanted to step up and challenge him.

Not only were young talents among the civil officials eager to win Mu Yuyan's favor but there were also many young talents among the military ranks.

"General Zhao's suggestion is excellent. Your Majesty, please give us generals a chance to showcase our talents. Let Your Majesty witness the brilliance of Jing Nation's general," said one general.

Mu Yuyan smiled lightly, her pretty face not showing any displeasure, but she glanced meaningfully at the gentleman beside her.

"Approved!"

Today was a joyous occasion like the Spring Festival.@@@@

She wouldn't spoil the officials' mood, and she understood their intentions. Accepting posed no harm...

Suddenly, a young general stood up.

He was of noble birth, unlike ordinary generals, dressed in luxurious attire rather than armor.

"Allow me!"

He smiled triumphantly at Mu Yuyan, hoping to gain her favor like Gu Lan and rise to prominence.

Though he was of noble birth, he lacked military achievements and relied solely on his family background.

Unfortunately, after Mu Yuyan agreed to the generals' request to demonstrate their swordsmanship, she began to feed grapes to Gu Lan, a reward for his earlier poetry.

Such fragrant rewards were exclusive to Gu Lan alone... or rather, it was the first time the court had seen Mu Yuyan treat a subject like this!

The young noble's expression dimmed as he reluctantly began to wield his sword.

"Please forgive us, Your Majesty. These young ones don't understand their place. They even dared to invite Prince Jingyang to join the sword dance. Do they not realize Prince Jingyang's status? How could he dance with them?"

Said one, hinting at their ignorance, but Mu Yuyan couldn't vent her frustration; otherwise, she'd appear petty.

Indeed, he was a cunning courtier, daring even to challenge me, Madam... Gu Lan's eyes sharpened a playful smile tugging at his lips.

He glanced at Zhongren, who immediately understood and stepped forward.

As other guests saw a young Daoist in robes, some were puzzled.

They didn't recognize him, but since he sat in the hall, he must be someone's relative.

With a faint smile, Zhongren said, "What this gentleman said is correct. Brother Gu is a nobleman and not suited for sword dancing. However, since you all kindly invited us, we wouldn't want to spoil the fun. Let me, Zhongren, represent Brother Gu in the sword dance."

Without waiting for their reaction, Zhongren raised his longsword and began dancing.

His movements became increasingly swift, leaving only after images.

Only a few highly skilled individuals could keep up.

The officials' expressions changed.

They didn't expect this unknown Daoist to be so skilled...

This level of swordsmanship put the previous young nobles to shame!

All eyes were now on Zhongren.

His sword emanated a formidable aura, and the glint of his blade sent shivers down their spines.

Merely a glance seemed to convey bone-chilling coldness.

Without a doubt, being struck by such a sword would cause severe injury, if not death.

Apart from his swordsmanship, his cultivation and techniques were equally astonishing.

In a royal court, there were discerning individuals.

Many frowned, seemingly aware of Zhongren's origin.

However, this only fueled their uncertainty.

The conclusion they reached was too astonishing to contemplate!

Some couldn't help but ask, as Zhongren finished his dance, "Young brother, are you from Tianji Mountain?"

"Tianji Mountain? Is that the renowned Tianji Pavilion that has stood for a thousand years?"

"Other than the Tianji Pavilion, what other force dares to call itself the Tianji Pavilion?"

"That's true... but he looks so young. Could he be a disciple of the Tianji Pavilion?"

The officials speculated.

Zhongren, however, smiled lightly, refusing to confirm. Instead, he shook his head and said, "Me? I'm just one of Brother's younger brothers..."