Different from what Ma Hongjun saw last time, Tang Yuehua today was not wearing the elegant palace dress she had seen before, but a pale blue strapless dress with a pleated skirt trailing to the ground and an open front section.

Fork, as she moves around, her long, round and straight white legs are looming. They are simple, majestic and elegant, which is in line with her graceful and elegant noble temperament. She is over forty-six and not as old as forty-seven, but she is well maintained and looks like a

Twenty-seven or thirty-five-six years old.

Among the aristocratic students, Princess Xueke was recognized by Ma Hongjun at a glance. She was wearing a snow-white tutu with two small blue flowers embroidered on her shoulders. She looked like a docile and well-behaved little princess.

The small blue flower is the most common flower in the Tiandou Empire. It is even more common than the most common blue silver grass on the mainland, but its flower language is very interesting, representing sincere and deep love, so it is also popular among Tiandou.

People call them forget-me-nots and forget-me-nots.

It is also known as star flower and blood grass. According to the research of the Begonia flower family in Tiandou Imperial City, this flower has certain effects in clearing away heat and detoxification, beautifying the skin, clearing the heart and improving eyesight, and nourishing yin and nourishing the kidneys. Therefore, it can be regarded as a relatively common flower.

Herbs.

At the same time, after all the students in the audience paid respectful compliments and returned gifts, Tang Yuehua, who was wearing a blue dress on the podium, began the next stage of teaching and asking questions.

Tang Yuehua's gentle eyes scanned the entire hall, and then she stopped at her beloved nephew, and said softly, "Tang Yin, tell everyone what kind of music is contained in this song "Saledi Mor"

emotion?"

"Huh? Who is that?"

"Why is he a commoner?"

"What happened to the guard? Why did a civilian come in?"

"Look at how poor he is, is this elegant place like Yuexuan a place where commoners like him can enter?"

"..."

Tang Yuehua's words attracted the attention of a group of noble students, and everyone's eyes immediately focused on Ma Hongjun, who was dressed in ordinary civilian clothes and looked ordinary.

Tang Sanchao frowned and said to himself, "How dare you look down on my senior brother? You have already found a way to die. Don't even think about leaving after class. Wait until I take care of you."

But he didn't show it on his face, he just blocked Ma Hongjun behind him, took a small step back with his right leg, crossed his legs, put one hand on his chest, bent down and saluted, "Okay, my dear aunt, first of all, I am honored

, I was asked by you to share my feelings about the song "Saledimore" with everyone. At the same time, as a noble and elegant noble gentleman, I am also happy to share my feelings about this song with everyone."

As he stood up, Tang San, who behaved elegantly, looked back at Ma Hongjun, who was dressed in civilian clothes behind him. He smiled calmly and confidently and said, "This song depicts to us the typical Cerelide song style of our Tiandou Empire.

It creates a warm and elegant picture of love, with its soft and melodious soulful melody, just like the endless love words from a lover..."

After a while, Tang Yuehua asked Xue Ke and other noble students again, and then began another stage of teaching and trials.

The first person named was still Tang San, whom she favored. After all, she had taught this piece to everyone several times before Ma Hongjun came. Tang Yuehua believed that with her nephew's amazing talent and learning ability, he would be able to teach it to everyone.

It's no problem to play it perfectly.

Tang San once again responded to Tang Yuehua with standard Tiandou court etiquette, then glanced around with an extremely provocative look at the nobles who had just mocked Ma Hongjun, and said with an arrogant expression, "But, some of them just insulted me.

My brother, I want to challenge them to see who has the best knowledge of the song "Saledimor". The loser must express a sincere apology to my brother."

"ah?"

"What? He is Tang Yin's brother? Never heard of it!"

Everyone was in an uproar, but some people whispered, "Why is Teacher Yuehua, such an elegant person, just some poor relatives? Isn't this person here to join Teacher Yuehua again?"

Tang Yuehua looked at everyone in the hall with a dull expression, but she was quietly asking Shan Bo beside her about Ma Hongjun.

"I have never heard Xiao San say that he has a brother. Xiao Bobo, can you tell the truth about this young man?"

Shan Bo, who is now the 81st level Holy Light Fighting Soul Douluo, shook his head slightly and said in a low voice, "This person should have used special means to change his appearance, but I can't see the reality of him, and I feel

His strength should still be above mine."

"What? Is your strength still higher than yours?"

Tang Yuehua's calm expression was slightly disturbed. You must know that her second brother Tang Hao is the best man she has ever seen before.

Later, she met Shan Bo, who could catch up with her second brother in talent, and her nephew Tang San, who was even more talented than her second brother and Shan Bo.

But now, the young man in front of her seems to be younger than her little Bobo. Doesn't this mean that his talent is actually stronger than her second brother?

Shan Bo nodded and said, "Sister Yue, if my prediction is correct, he should be Dean Flender's direct disciple. Only he would let Xiaosan protect him like this and call him brother."

A flash of understanding flashed in Tang Yuehua's eyes, and he said calmly, "Tang Yin's challenge complies with the rules of court etiquette of our Tiandou. The challenge is established. Which of you will come first?"

"So it's Hongjun who's back, then there's nothing surprising about it!"

Tang Yuehua said in her heart, not saying whether any of you would accept the challenge. You must know that according to the etiquette rules of Tiandou Palace, those who refuse to accept such formal challenges will be regarded as cowards by others. This is for a noble who pays great attention to his own reputation.

, is simply more shameful than losing in a challenge.

But it is not necessary to accept this kind of challenge. For example, now, a noble young man said, "I, Dieter Müller, accept Tang Yin's challenge, but is your brother still a little chicken? It is necessary.

Hiding under your wings, am I protected by you?"

Others also whispered among themselves, "You're not a loser again, are you?"

"You dare to challenge us on your own. What kind of man is he hiding behind his own brother?"

"Isn't this person from Xingluo? How could we in Tiandou have such a coward?"

"..."

"Tsk, what a Tiandou noble!"

"Mistress, get out of the way, I'll do it myself!"

Ma Hongjun sighed, and with a calm expression, he pushed aside Tang San who was protecting him, stepped forward and said, "Okay, I, Ma Nianbing, accept your challenge, but I want to change the rules."

"What?" asked a noble young man.

Ma Hongjun bowed slightly to Shan Bo and Tang Yuehua on the podium as a greeting, and said, "You have all seen it, I have just stepped into Yuexuan, and you are learning this "Saledimor"

I think I don’t understand, so I won’t show my shame.”

"But I can play a piece of music that I know for you. If my performance is not as good as the song "Saledimore" that you played, then I will admit defeat to you and leave Yuexuan from the first moment, vowing to never

How about not stepping into this place?"

"Ah!"

A noble young man sneered and said, "Find a piece of music that you are familiar with to make up for it? You, a pariah, really have a good idea. I, Golang, was the first to object."

"But if you can really find a piece of music that can rival "Saldimore" in both the emotion expressed in the piece itself and the performance, we will accept your challenge."

Tang San's expression changed slightly, and he said, "Senior brother, how about I do it? I'm sure I can beat them and make them apologize to you!"

"It's okay, I'll do it myself!"

Ma Hongjun shook his head and said indifferently, "Whose jade flute is flying in the dark? It spreads in the spring breeze all over Luo City. How can the sound of our ancient Chinese music be as good as his palace love music?"

After saying that, Ma Hongjun nodded and said, "Okay, but I won't use your instruments. I want to use my own instruments. If you agree, then our competition will start now."

The young aristocratic young people who were rich and beautiful but were in ruins thought for a moment and said, "Okay, but you have to come first!"

Ma Hongjun nodded slightly, saluted Shan Bo and Tang Yuehua on the podium and said, "Aunt Yuehua, senior Shan Bo, may I have the honor to invite you to be the referee for this competition?"

Shan Bo and Tang Yuehua responded with higher courtesy and said, "It's an honor, please come on stage!"

Ma Hongjun waved his hand quite casually and said calmly, "No hurry, let me get a jade flute."

"What? He's going to make instruments live?"

"Is he kidding?"

"Haha! What does he think he is, an almighty person? Even if he can play music, he also wants to make musical instruments on the spot?"

"..."

The noble young men sneered, but they also breathed a sigh of relief unconsciously.

You know, when Shan Bo and Tang Yuehua responded with higher courtesy to Ma Hongjun, their hearts froze. After all, that meant that Ma Nianbing's title was higher than that of Shan Bo and Tang Yuehua, and he must be a knight.

A nobleman above the rank of viscount.

But now, seeing that Ma Hongjun wanted to make musical instruments on the spot, they knew that their victory was already a certainty.

However, Ma Hongjun didn't pay attention to the sneers of those people, nor did he care about Tang San's worries about him. He directly took out a carrot that was more than a foot tall, but slightly thinner than an ordinary carrot, roughly as thick as Oscar's sausage, and had a whole body.

The crystal-clear and deep bamboo is as black as jet jade. I made a rough sketch and made it on the spot.

"Hmm? Black Jade Divine Bamboo?"

Tang San, who was following Ma Hongjun, was stunned for a moment and thought to himself, are you sure you want to use black jade sacred bamboo to make a jade flute?
Chapter completed!