The Dark King

Kaili and Du Di'an came to the conspicuous steps above the hall. Kaili cleared his throat and said: "You--" Gao Song’s voice immediately attracted the eyes of the nobility in the hall. The original whispered hall was instantly Quietly. He put together a tie on his chest and a gentleman's smile on his face. "Welcome everyone to St. Petersburg. Today is a grand day. Everyone knows that our Elemental Temple recently gave birth to a new 'Time' medal winner. In the 300-year history of Sylvia's giant wall, the number of people who have won this medal is only 17!"

"Everyone is a person who influences an era!"

Faced with the eyes of many nobles, he smiled slightly, without any restraint, and the manner was still authentic: "I believe that you have heard the name of the new textile machine, and you have seen the masterpiece given by this light god."

The following part of the aristocrats had a smile on his face and matched his words: "I have seen it, my family is using it."

“This is a great piece of art!”

"Like the omnipotent light god!"

Kaili smiled slightly and said: "The emergence of new textile machines is not just to improve the efficiency of textiles, but to give us an enlightenment from Bright God. This is a grand blueprint. In the future, you will see a lot. New great masterpieces make our lives better and better."

A palm of the applause sounded.

Kaili smiled and said: "As a foreshadoo, I will not say too much. Tonight is just a banquet. You can enjoy yourself as much as possible. Below are the protagonists of this banquet, the winner of the Times Medal, the **** of the new textile machine. Founder, Mr. Dudian!"

When his words fell, Du Di'an, who was waiting next to him, stepped up the steps and stood at the highest place in the audience. It was also the brightest and most striking place. He looked around the many nobles and suddenly thought that he was still a scavenger many years ago. At the time of the banquet, the protagonist of the time was Melsaya, the daughter of the Mel family, but she was only a small person who was not noticed in the dark corner.

“Thank you for coming to cheer.” Du Dian smiled calmly. There was no timidity and weakness on his face. When he finished speaking, his eyes were on Srudy’s face. The latter had a smile on his face. No hostility, clapping hands to congratulate. If it is an ordinary person, perhaps he thinks that the other party has already released his suspicion, but Du Di'an has experienced many experiences in hunting monsters, but he can feel that this layer of smile is deep and cold, and can be seen from the market in Songguo Town. This matter will not be done, but he does not have a cold eye, on the contrary, it also shows a gentle smile.

Looking away, Du Dian glanced at the other nobles, in addition to the top aristocrats like Sludi, the Abel of the Milan family, and the Metz of the Mel family, and the other ten other temperament. Uncommon figures, behind these people, only saw Fulin standing in the crowd, carrying a cane, his back slightly squatting, his face with a happy smile.

Mess in the crowd looked at Du Di'an on the stage, and his face was a little scared. I didn't expect this teenager, who was not expensive, to be the protagonist tonight and the winner of this era medal. Thinking of the irony of the other party, there was a burst of red on his face, and his eyes were a little angry, but he quickly resisted, with a faint smile on his face.

Du Dian saw Aniya at the outskirts of the crowd. Next to her stood a slightly older middle-aged man and a lady in a fleece. Although dressed up, it was extravagant, but with other surroundings. Compared with the noble dress of the nobles, it seems to be low-key.

As he gazed at the past, Aniya felt his gaze and cast an eager eye.

Du Di'an touched it and then retracted. He whispered: "I met a friend who was a child, and promised to make a poem for her. When I took this opportunity, I would ugly on the spot and please don't make fun of it."

Next to Carey, a poem? Do you still make poems?

Many of the nobles under the steps were also stunned, but they quickly reacted. Someone immediately laughed: "It is our pleasure to hear the ‘Times' medal winners, and Mr. Du is really versatile!”

"Young and promising..."

Other nobles also immediately said that most of the talkers were nobles in the middle and back rows. The top nobility of the previous consortiums were slightly smiling and did not speak.

Du Dian glanced at Sludi in the crowd, and he found some modern poems he saw from the super chip, and immediately chanted:

"If I love you -"

"Never like the climbing flower, use your high branch to show off yourself."

"If I love you -"

"Never learn the infatuated birds, repeat the monotonous songs for the green;"

"It’s not just like a source of spring, it’s a cool solace for years;"

"It's not just like a dangerous peak, increasing your height and setting off your prestige."

"Even daylight."

"Even the spring rain."

"No, these are not enough!"

"I must be a kapok near you, standing as a tree and standing with you."

The faint verse, slowly read from Du Di'an's mouth, the quiet voice in the hall became quiet, only echoing the clear voice of the boy, and the beautiful poetry revealed in the aesthetic.

After reading this, Du Di'an did not continue to read the second half. This poem is called "To Oak". It is a love poem of a female poet. The latter half is more feminine, so he is retained by him.

When I heard that Du Di'an's voice had not sounded for a long time, all the people knew that the poem had reached the end. For a time, many nobles showed some surprises, although most of them did not understand poetry, but the aristocrats did not understand poetry. The love of poetry, music and other art is perennial. In the eyes of the nobility, often etiquette and art are more expensive than money.

"Good poetry!" A middle-aged aristocrat with obesity was on the spot.

The other nobles returned to the gods and suddenly applauded.

Aniya, standing behind the crowd, heard it slightly, and suddenly there was a scene that made her feel deeper many years ago. On the cold windy street, the little face that was sharp and questioning but calm The boy, just like the one who just read, "is not like the climbing of the dragonfly, borrowing your high branch to show off yourself", although she has not heard of 'Linghuahua', it does not prevent her from understanding the general meaning of the verse, then Implied and stubborn, deeply penetrated into her heart, just like the dark and deep eyes of the boy, she could not look directly, the eager smile on her face suddenly silenced, slowly lowered her head.