From a son-in-law to a favorite of the empress

Chapter 173

Zhou Yuan was always happy when he saw any beautiful woman, after all, this was the nature of a man.

But when he saw the woman in front of him, Zhou Yuan was flustered.

Because the so-called masters in Zhou Mansion were nothing in front of her.

During the time on the big ship, Zhou Yuan once asked Xiaozhuang, how many masters in this world could be ranked in the top ten.

Xiaozhuang once answered like this: "Master Su Youzi is well versed in Taoism and has profound cultivation. He is a true orthodox Xuanmen. His Xiantian Gong has reached the state of no self and no trace. Like a contemporary Tianshi, he is naturally the first."

"In the Snow Mountain Temple of Tubo, there is an old monk who is revered as Bayan Luohan. He is the head of the Esoteric Buddhism and has profound Buddhist teachings. I once fought with him and lasted for forty breaths before being defeated. He is the second."

"With the first and second, the rankings behind are not so important. They are nothing more than the two Dharma protectors of the Wusheng Sect, the masters of the major sects in the Jianghu, and some masters in the imperial palace."

Zhou Yuan also asked: "How about the Wusheng Holy Mother?"

"I have overlooked the Wusheng Holy Mother. She also uses Taoist kung fu and her strength is terrifying. When I was chasing the Great Sun Dharma King, she was repelled with one sleeve and I dared not chase him anymore."

Recalling this, Zhou Yuan was even more unsure. The demon woman in front of him was a rare master in the world. He could only worship her as a grandmother.

"Sir Zhou, you're meeting an old friend, so why don't you invite me in for a cup of tea?"

The Dark Moon Dharma King smiled softly, leaving Zhou Yuan frozen in place. It took him three or four seconds to react, and he secretly said, "You're so charming!"

"It turns out that the Dharma King has arrived. You really make my humble home shine!"

Zhou Yuan bowed and said, "Please come in quickly."

The Dark Moon Dharma King bowed slightly as a return gesture, and then smiled and said, "What Dharma King? I don't understand what you're saying. I'm from Jizhou, my surname is Yan, and my name is Yan Daichan. I'm Sir Zhou's poetry friend."

Yan Daichan? Damn, to be precise, it should be Wanyan Daichan!

Zhou Yuan asked in confusion, "Poet friend? Miss Yan can also write poetry?"

Wanyan Daichan smiled and said, "Of course, we've known each other for more than two years, and we've been exchanging letters. Now that you're in Shenjing, I'll naturally come to visit you. After all, I live in Shenjing too."

The two walked in together, and Zhao Jianjia and others also came out to greet them.

Seeing Wanyan Daichan's charming face, they were stunned for a moment.

Only Xiaoying's face changed, she screamed in fear, and was about to take action immediately.

"Xiaoying!"

Zhou Yuan scolded: "Pay attention to your manners! You are not a child anymore, why are you making so much noise!"

While speaking, he winked at Xiaoying, saying, "Don't be impulsive, we are not your opponent."

Xiaoying pouted and was unhappy, and went to eat snow cake in anger.

Zhou Yuan smiled and said, "Let me introduce you to Miss Yan Daichan, my poetry friend, whom I have known for more than two years."

Wanyan Daichan bowed to everyone and said softly, "Daichan greets you all."

She looked at Zhao Jianjia and greeted her specifically, "Meet the young lady of the Zhao family. Zhou Yuan mentioned you in the letter. Now I finally meet you. You are as beautiful as the letter said."

Zhao Jianjia originally felt a little threatened. After all, the woman in front of her was too beautiful. If the eldest sister was a fairy-like girl, then this one was a beauty like a demon.

But she was soft-hearted. After hearing the other party's praise, she couldn't help laughing and said quickly: "Sister, you are too polite. In front of you, I am just a willow."

Wanyan Daichan smiled and said: "Why should we sisters care about these things? I am very happy to see you."

Zhou Yuan said: "Hurry up and sit down to eat. It's just a coincidence that the food is served on the table. We haven't had time to start eating yet."

"Ziyuan, quickly ask Miss Yan to sit down."

So everyone greeted each other. After sitting down, they were not polite and started chatting while eating.

Only Xiaoying stared at Wanyan Daichan, fearing that she would suddenly attack.

"Have a snack."

Xiong Kuohai picked up a piece of snow cake for Xiaoying. As an old Jinyi, how could he not see Xiaoying's hostility? He guessed that the identity of the woman in front of him might be very special.

Zhao Jianjia said softly, "How did Sister Yan know my husband? Why haven't I heard my husband talk about it before?"

Wanyan Daichan smiled and said, "My family has been merchants for generations. More than two years ago, I passed through Yunzhou and met Zhou Yuan. He is good at poetry and we hit it off right away, so we left our correspondence addresses."

"We have exchanged more than ten letters over the years, talking about poetry."

"It is said that my sister is also a talented woman. If we have time, we should also exchange some ideas."

Zhao Jianjia felt something was wrong the more she listened. How did a merchant's daughter know her husband when she passed through Yunzhou? At that time, my husband was just a poor scholar.

She smiled softly and said: "Sister, you are too kind. I have only read a few books. Do you have any poems? I want to see them."

Wanyan Daichan was obviously a person who liked to watch the fun. She immediately looked at Zhou Yuan and said with a smile: "Mr. Zhou should remember all my poems. Why don't you recite one?"

So, Zhou Yuan felt Zhao Jianjia's sharp gaze.

Damn, my good wife! She has also learned to be jealous.

Zhou Yuan pretended to be calm and said lightly: "The poem "Dian Jiang Lip" written by Miss Yan last year is an excellent poem."

"After playing on the swing, I got up and sewed my slender hands lazily. The dew was thick and the flowers were thin, and the thin clothes were soaked with sweat."

"When the guests came in, my socks slipped and the golden hairpin slipped. I walked away shyly, leaned against the door and looked back, but I smelled the green plum."

After reciting it, Zhou Yuan immediately broke out in a cold sweat. Oops, this poem is wrong.

He thought Wanyan Daichan was a woman, so he subconsciously copied Li Qingzhao's poem directly, but ignored the fact that this poem was fresh and elegant, and it was about an innocent and pure girl in the boudoir, the cuteness and shyness of her first love.

This is a love poem!

Sure enough, the smile on Zhao Jianjia's face became more forced, and she could only grit her teeth and say: "Sister Yan's poem is really wonderful. Jianjia is not talented and learned, and can't write such a good poem. I will ask you for more advice in the future."

"Sister, you are polite. I am just a few years older than you and have learned a few more years."

Wanyan Daichan tilted her head and looked at Zhou Yuan, with a smile on her face and a flickering look, as if saying "It's very well done"!

Zhou Yuan was under great pressure. The key was that the woman in front of him kept pretending to be stupid and always said ambiguous words.

For example, Zhao Jianjia asked: "Sister is a few years older than me, I guess you are married?"

And Wanyan Daichan replied: "I am not married yet. I don't like those ordinary boys. I only like talented men."

"You are really old now. I really want to find a good husband. If you have a suitable one, you can introduce one to me."

Zhao Jianjia took a deep breath and said softly: "Okay..."

Wanyan Daichan said: "I came to bother you at night and didn't bring any gifts. I will visit you next time."

She stood up and said with a smile: "Zhou Yuan, see me off."

"Okay!"

Under Zhao Jianjia's murderous gaze, Zhou Yuan bit the bullet and carefully saw Wanyan Daichan out the door.

He looked back and saw no one following him, so he hurriedly said, "Sister Fairy, what are you doing? You are here to destroy our relationship!"

Wanyan Daichan chuckled and said, "My Cai Ni is lonely and suffers from loneliness and lovesickness. Of course I have to come here to vent her anger."

Speaking of this, she tilted her head and said, "I didn't expect you to have such a good talent for poetry. You can write lyrics easily. In order to reward you for this poem, I decided to send someone to your house tomorrow."

"He will come to you at five o'clock tomorrow morning to help you deal with some gang matters."

Zhou Yuanwen She was overjoyed when she heard the words, "So it was the Holy Mother of No Life who sent you here! I told you that you would never come to the temple without a reason!"

Wanyan Daichan snorted and said, "Don't you want to know where Cai Ni is?"

Zhou Yuan said, "Are you coming to the capital too?"

Wanyan Daichan smiled and shook her head, "If love lasts for a long time, it doesn't matter if you are together day and night. Zhou Yuan, Zhou Yuan, if you dare to betray my Cai Ni, I will take your head."

"Don't think I'm joking!"

After she finished speaking, she stamped her right foot, and her figure floated up and disappeared into the moonlight.

Zhou Yuan took a deep breath, thinking of Cai Ni's resentful face and those two lines of tears...

Alas, what a sin!