"Su Li, you don't need to deliberately say something in order to humiliate us in Tianfu!" Zhu Zi'an said angrily at this time when he was young and vigorous after all. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Do you think it's necessary for me to do this?" said Su Li's face sank. In order to humiliate a few of them, I gave up the opportunity to be famous in the world, and I felt too good about myself.

"This twilight river chant was indeed done by Brother Zhuang, and the two lines of my poem before were also chanted by Brother Zhuang in his dream!" Fang Luo proved on the side.

"Hell, how is Zhuang Yichen a loser?" At this time, Leng Rushuang finally remembered Zhuang Yichen's identity, his pretty face changed color slightly, and the look in his beautiful eyes was extremely surprised.

"Rushuang, do you believe what Su Li said, is there such a strange person in this world?" Cheng Dieyi's beautiful eyes showed a little interest.

"Sister Cheng, I dare to conclude that it is definitely not this person!" Leng Rushuang hurriedly said at this time, for fear that Cheng Dieyi would choose Zhuang Yichen as a close friend, it would be really disgusting.

"Do you know him?" Cheng Dieyi turned her head to look at her.

"Hmph, this person doesn't learn and has no skills, eats, drinks and has fun all day long, how can he be so talented!" said Leng Rushuang disdainfully.

"But Su Li is one of the four sons of Jizhou, and Wen Xiucai was the first in the last session, so there is no reason to make wedding dresses for people casually, right?" Cheng Dieyi frowned and said, with a moving expression.

Leng Rushuang was speechless for a moment, because this was something she couldn't figure out.

"By the way, in that case, we might as well ...... like this" Leng Rushuang approached Cheng Dieyi and whispered a few words, the latter nodded slightly in agreement, but there was a bitterness in his heart.

Even Fang Luo said so, and at this time, some people were still skeptical. The faces of the people here in the Northern Capital Mansion are still better, although Zhuang Yichen is a martial arts boy, but after all, he is still a person from this mansion, and he has also lost the face of Lintian Mansion.

"Hmph, I don't believe that a mere martial arts boy can write such a third-level Aozhou poem, you must have done it on purpose!" Zhu Zi'an snorted coldly and said.

"Brother Fang is a dignified saint former martial boy, what is your identity, you dare to despise him so much!" Fang Luo glared at him and asked.

"What, Holy Warrior Boy? I heard you right, I haven't heard of it in years!"

"Yes, although the Holy Martial Artist is not as potential as the Holy Martial Scholar, it is not trivial. ”

And when several people in Lintianfu heard that Zhuang Yichen was a saint-front martial boy, they couldn't help but fall silent. Maybe the other party may be really talented, and for some reason he injured Wen Gong before he changed to martial arts.

"Everyone, please listen to Dieyi's words!" At this time, Cheng Dieyi's voice came, which just resolved a bit of the embarrassing atmosphere.

Su Li said that the twilight river chant was done by Zhuang Gongzi, and Dieyi was also deeply surprised! But since Fang Cai Fang Gongzi said that Zhuang Gongzi chanted two lines of poetry in his dream, he must also know the true face of the latter two sentences. If Zhuang Gongzi can chant, it will be Dieyi's close friend in the Northern Capital!"

"Wouldn't it? Fairy Cheng actually wants to find a martial arts boy to be a close friend?"

The first two sentences of that poem are no worse than those of the twilight river yin, and it is not easy to connect the last two sentences. ”

"What Brother Tai said is extremely true!" These words are like a torch thrown into the powder magazine, and it burns hot with a bang.

There were words of envy, jealousy and hatred all around, and Zhuang Yichen couldn't help but be a little ridiculous at this time.

He really doesn't want to be in the limelight, and he has no interest in the identity of this Cheng Fairy's close friend, but he is hated, which can be described as lying down.

He groaned for a while, and at this time, many sharp eyes were focused on him, and everyone cared about his every move.

"Brother Su, I'm going to trouble you!" Zhuang Yichen said in a low voice, reading quickly in Su Li's ear.

"Fairy Cheng, Zhuang has something to do, so I'll leave first!I'm sorry!" he bowed his hand from afar, and then took Zhang Tieniu and the other five people downstairs immediately.

"Look, I just said it couldn't be what he did, right?" Leng Rushuang pouted at this time and said proudly.

"Brother Su, should you give us an explanation?" At this time, Zhu Zidan's tone also intensified. And the rest of the people also secretly despised Zhuang Yichen in their hearts, and they didn't even have the courage to deny it.

Su Li's face showed a hint of weirdness, and he walked to the desk silently, holding a pen and waving the ink book, Fang Luo saw it really, and the first two sentences were what Zhuang Yichen read in his dream.

"Drunk and lying on the battlefield, don't smile, a few people from the ancient war will return!" As soon as the last two sentences of Liangzhou words came out, Fang Luo couldn't help but read it, revealing a fanatical expression.

Bang! The talent broke through three feet, reaching three feet five in an instant, the same as the twilight river chanting, and the colorful light in the sky over Jizhou rang again.

"It's strange, there are three third-level Aozhou poems in one hour, and they are all from the Northern Capital!" At this time in the Jizhou Prefecture, the governor He Yi threw down the pen in his hand and looked up at the sky with some surprise.

His eyes were so bright that he seemed to be able to look through the rooftops into the sky.

After a while, a smile appeared on his face: "There is a successor to Jizhou!"

"What's going on? Three poems of Aozhou in one hour?" At this time, in the Northern Capital Mansion, Chen Shirong, the lord of the mansion who was making love with his concubine, stopped his movements. The glamorous beauty in front of her doesn't seem to be attractive anymore at this time.

"Cheng Dieyi is in Piaoxiang Building today, could it be that the talents of Lintianfu have come to fight poetry?" Chen Shirong muttered, but his face was happy.

Jizhou Jiufu, at this time, I don't know how many people above the Jinshi level couldn't help but look in the direction of the Northern Capital, thinking about what happened there.