Ga!

The audience was suddenly silent.

It's embarrassing, it's really embarrassing now, no one spoke, everyone was dumbfounded, and some looked at Bai Xiaohua who looked at Fang Yi and then at it, it was indescribably weird.

Bai Xiaohua's face was ugly, almost as gloomy as water, the joy on her face just now was swept away, and it became ugly in a short moment, and her brows were twisted like a ball of cotton.

Slap in the face, this is simply a slap in the face of his white flowers!

Bai Xiaohua is angry, this is too annoying, originally Bai Xiaohua thought that Mr. Xiaosuan was asking Xiaoxin to polish his ink, so how big his face should be, but in a blink of an eye, Mr. Xiaosuan came to such a hand, and beat Bai Xiaohua's face crackling.

Self-inflicted, self-inflicted!

However, although Bai Xiaohua is angry, he also knows who this Mr. Xiaosuan is, in this Tianjing, no one dares not respect Mr. Xiaosuan, it is rumored that this Mr. Xiaosuan is clever and unpredictable, even the old man of Baihua is extremely respectful to him, if he dares to be angry with him, he will suffer when he goes back.

Therefore, the teeth in the mouth that were shattered had to be swallowed and swallowed in the stomach.

In fact, not only Bai Xiaohua, but also Teacher Zheng, who was facing him, was also stunned, and he didn't expect Mr. Xiaosuan to say this, but he was still like Bai Xiaohua and didn't dare to say anything.

As for Wang Zhuo, he was slightly stunned, and immediately glanced at Mr. Xiaosuan, and was quickly relieved.

Bai Xiaohua didn't say much here, and immediately made people grind the ink, and he was going to start composing poetry.

Bai Xiaohua glanced at Fang Yi on the other side coldly, there was banter and coldness in his eyes, he wanted to defeat Fang Yi in terms of poetry, fortunately, he had also read some ancient poems during this time, and he wanted to solve the other party who had not even read elementary school, which was not a problem at all.

Looking at Fang Yi's side again, he couldn't be calmer anymore, although he was a little surprised why this Mr. Xiao Shui was facing him, but it was obviously not appropriate to ask more at this time, so the girl came to polish his ink, and he didn't refuse.

Xiao Xin has been following Mr. Xiaosuan since he was a child, and he has long been familiar with the grinding of ink, so this grinding ink is not impatient or impatient, slowly and slowly, Fang Yi naturally did not urge, put his hands behind his back, and waited quietly.

On Bai Xiaohua's side, he has already begun to write.

A few minutes later, Bai Xiaohua had already put down the pen, and then looked at Fang Yi very proudly, seeing that Fang Yi had not started writing, he suddenly showed a mocking look, and the corners of his mouth were full of banter.

Teacher Zheng glanced at the poem written by Bai Xiaohua and praised it with a thumbs up, Bai Xiaohua straightened her chest and back, and held her head high, even more proud.

"Ink, it's polished. Xiao Xin looked up at Fang Yi, took two steps back, and stood aside.

"Thank you. ”

Fang Yi smiled, he glanced at the crowd under the stage, the bar was full of lights, he lifted the brush and began to put it down.

One stroke at a time, like a dragon flying and a phoenix dancing, the sky is powerful.

At this moment, the tip of the brush is like a crescent iron hook, outlining a series of chic and powerful handwriting.

In a short period of time, Fang Yi didn't even spend a minute, and a quatrain poem was completed.

"Okay, now that the poems of the two of you have been completed, let's let the people below judge it first. Teacher Zheng said.

This can't help but be a little ironic, these guys who come to the bar to play, one by one, are either the second generation of red or rich daughters, they live in school in a mess, and at this time let them judge whose poetry is good, which is really a bit funny.

The first poem that Mr. Zheng read was Bai Xiaohua's poem, Bai Xiaohua was very proud, and he had absolute confidence that he could crush Fang Yi.

The sky was grey on a cold night

The light rain was dripping like silk

I had an umbrella in the rain

Ah, it's beautiful!

Ga!

Deathly silence.

"This, this is a poem written by Hua Shao?"

"Is that good or bad?"

Someone under the stage lowered his voice and said, "This is written by Mao......"

Just now, Mr. Zheng just glanced at it briefly, and didn't care, but now when he reads it like this, Mr. Zheng's old face is red, which is also worthy of being called a poem?

Suddenly, Teacher Zheng was ashamed of his support for Bai Xiaohua.

But looking at Bai Xiaohua at this time, she was triumphant, seeing that her poem caused such a big commotion in the audience, Bai Xiaohua knew that she had succeeded, looked at Fang Yi, and said: "Fang Yi, take it, I have combined ancient poetry with modern poetry to create such a masterpiece, see how you can win me." ”

Excellent, excellent?!

Everyone in the audience was dumbfounded, Teacher Zheng's face was full of shame, and Wang Zhuo also looked strange, it seemed that everyone was shocked by Bai Xiaohua's move.

Fang Yi looked at Bai Xiaohua, who was extremely proud, and said lightly: "Bai Xiaohua, I really don't want to hit you, but you are really a ...... Masterpieces?"

Bai Xiaohua said: "Of course!"

Fang Yi had nothing to say, he suddenly felt that this Bai Xiaohua's secondary two illness was very serious, Fang Yi picked up the paper and handed it to Teacher Zheng.

Teacher Zheng glanced at the poems on the paper, his eyes suddenly lit up, and after a while, Teacher Zheng looked at Bai Xiaohua again and said, "Xiaohua, you were before."

What's the pact with him?"

"A poem is half a million. "Bai Xiaohua is arrogant.

"That...... You...... Give him the money. Teacher Zheng said very lightly.

However, just this sentence suddenly made Bai Xiaohua stunned, and the next moment Bai Xiaohua seemed to rush over.

"Why! That guy hasn't even read elementary school, how can his poems be as good as mine?!" Bai Xiaohua exclaimed.

Teacher Zheng glanced at the poems on the paper again, this is a poem written by a guy who has never read it in elementary school?

At this moment, Fang Yi said, "Teacher Zheng, read it." ”

"Huh. Teacher Zheng answered.

The audience was silent again.

The thick ink dyes the city and wants to press

Thousands of horses and thousands of troops roared in unison

The lights are not there

Because of the small horned clusters in this cage

Mr. Xiaosuan's slightly narrowed eyes opened, like a sharp sword, Wang Zhuo stepped forward, glanced at the piece of paper in Mr. Zheng's hand, nodded to himself, and was dumbfounded in the audience.

In a remote corner of the bar, Song Hongye sat alone at a high table, holding a glass of red wine in her hand, her face was ruddy, she shook her head with a smile and laughter, and said to herself: "This guy ...... I'm really not afraid of causing public outrage. ”

"This poem is good, imposing, and ironic. ”

"But I'm a little strange, who is that little horn scolding?"

"Damn, he can't be scolding us!"

In an instant, many rich and young daughters in the audience suddenly became angry, and the small horns in the cage not only scolded Bai Xiaohua, but also scolded them by name!

Bai Xiaohua's face hurts, this is the feeling of being slapped in the face, this is a poem written by someone who has never studied in elementary school? No matter how much Bai Xiaohua denies it, he knows that Fang Yi's poem is better than his.

Bai Xiaohua really wanted to find a crack in the ground to get into, and the feeling of being crushed was really uncomfortable.

Whose poems are good and whose poems are bad have already been made clear at this time.

(End of chapter)