Bullying?

Liu Chunyang was happy, of course he bullied you, I really thought I would tell you the way of a gentleman, he inquired about this Xue Qing is an ignorant countryman, and shouted for the top prize... It is precisely because of ignorance that they dare to say that they are the champions, and who will say that those who are really talented will say that ignorance is fearless. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

This fool may have read a few books, but not everyone can do something as talented and erudite as poetry.

Liu Chunyang shook the folding fan: "Don't you dare? Do you still want to compare Keju? Keju is not a matter of you and me..."

Xue Qing was a little helpless and said, "Okay then." ”

Cicada Yi shook her arm anxiously and said, "No, Young Master Qingzi, no, Young Master Chunyang... It's a good learner. ”

Although Liu Chunyang is not a famous prodigy, the children of the Liu family entered school at the age of four, and those who have been studying for ten years are ordinary people.

Xue Qing said: "It's okay, try it." ”

Liu Chunyang smiled with apricot eyes: "That's right, the young man is bloody, it's too embarrassing not to even dare to try." Then he grabbed Xue Qing's hand, "Follow me." ”

This time, Xue Qing stepped forward and was pulled forward by him, Cicada Yi and Nuan Nuan standing in place.

Nuan Nuan wiped away her tears and said, "It's not me who made the bet, right?"

Cicada Yi said: "It's better for you." ”

Nuan Nuan suddenly burst into tears again.

Cicada Yi didn't care about comforting her, she only rubbed her hands and was full of heart, how to do it, it's better than Keju, how can it be compared to composing poetry, Xue Qing has only been reading books for a few months, how can he compose poetry, even if he can compose poetry, how can he compare to Young Master Chunyang, anxious tears are about to flow out....

Liu Chunyang had happily pulled Xue Qing forward and came to the group of teenagers sitting on the ground by the river, and said loudly: "Young Master Yanzi." ”

Hearing the shout, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old young man in brocade who was writing on a table with his head bowed raised his head.

"Young Master Chunyang, why are you here?" he said, "Don't you like us forming a club?"

The other teenagers also looked at it.

“... Uh, the boy is here..."

“... Liu Chunyang, I'm going to compose poetry when I come..."

They said one after another.

Liu Chunyang had already walked up to the young master and said, "You watched the dragon boat, have you made any good poems?"

His expression was even more exaggerated and arrogant than ever, and he didn't wait for everyone to speak, and grinned.

“... I didn't think I wrote a poem that was copied and recited. ”

This is a deliberate provocation ... Xue Qing said in his heart, well, of course, it's not to give Liu Chunyang himself hatred, but to...

Liu Chunyang pushed her forward, and his apricot eyes flashed: "... That's why I've brought a great talent today to let you see and understand, and also give you a strong façade for the association. ”

Young people, they always like to play this kind of trick, Xue Qing shook his head.

The young people present were a little displeased when he said this, and Young Master Yanzi looked at Xue Qing with a smile, seeing that he was only twelve or thirteen years old.

"Is it a child prodigy?" he said, "and I will be glad to be." ”

Xue Qing was about to speak, when someone behind him snorted.

“.. Is this that Xue Qing?"

That Xue Qing, everyone present was stunned and looked at the person who spoke, it was a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy.

“.... On that day in social studies, the examination of Mr. . Brush your sleeves away..."

Not every student saw what happened in the social studies that day, but it was not strange that someone saw it and recognized it at this time, and others had heard about it to some extent, and their expressions suddenly became strange.

Liu Chunyang shook his fan and laughed: "That's right, this is Xue Qing, the champion of the Yuangong." ”

Many of the teenagers present also laughed, of course, sneering, shaking their heads and laughing, or laughing indifferently.

Young Master Yanzi smiled: "Yes, what an honor." ”

Liu Chunyang wanted to say something, but Xue Qing didn't give him another chance, and bowed to everyone, saying: "Young Master Chunyang is joking, it is Young Master Chunyang who wants to make a bet with me to compose poems, I know that you are all masters in this, so I specially ask you to make a judgment." ”

Bah, I didn't say they were masters, Liu Chunyang said in his heart, what a sycophant.

Sure enough, the teenagers present looked better when they heard his words.

Young Master Yanzi smiled: "I see, take poetry as a bet, Young Master Chunyang is more elegant, I might as well wait." ”

This is Ming Praise and Secretly mocking, the teenagers all laughed, Liu Chunyang was not angry, just snorted twice, "It's really boring, let's start it." ”

Xue Qing said: "Young Master Chunyang said that I lost, and asked me to recognize him as my father-in-law..."

Creak... The people and teenagers present are all discolored, this bet is a little... Young Master Yanzi shook his head, Liu Chunyang glanced at Xue Qing, and said in his heart This is your own ugliness.

“... I accepted the bet, but if I won, I don't dare to let Young Master Chunyang call his father-in-law, just a big brother. Xue Qing continued.

Liu Chunyang smiled, looked at him with apricot eyes, and said, "Thank you for being so generous." ”

The two of them exchanged words, and the other teenagers gathered around to watch.

"Yesterday, Wuling Society lost to Changle Society... Lost badly, wounded three people... Morale plummeted..."A teenager whispered to the others, and then pointed at Xue Qing, "... At that time, this Xue Qing was in Changle Club... And it's a ball head..."

The teenagers present all understood what was going on, they lost on the court and wanted to save face on the court, but this Xue Qing... It's a bit of a bully.

"It's a bit arrogant... Dare to compare it to Young Master Chunyang.."

“.. I wonder if he knows how to compose poetry?"

“... You should know, after all, the person who wants to take the top exam..."

A low-cut laugh rang out.

Young Master Yanzi looked at Xue Qing and said, "Since both of you agree, then we have no opinion, and it is also interesting to listen to the masterpieces of the two." ”

It has nothing to do with them, so let's see the excitement.

Xue Qing nodded, thanked him for giving him another salute, and Young Master Yanzi hesitated to return the salute, regardless of whether this little boy had a straw bag or not, it was very polite.

"Alright, don't go bye... It's really admirable, but it doesn't come from this. Liu Chunyang said, "Let's compose poems." ”

Xue Qing said: "Worship must also be worshipped, poetry must also be done, being a person and composing poetry are two different things." ”

Young Master Yanzi laughed, and Liu Chunyang sighed twice.

“.. I can say it, I don't know if I can..."He said, and before he finished speaking, he saw Xue Qing walk up to the young man and stretch out his hand.

"Borrow pen and ink. Xue Qing said.

Young Master Yanzi stretched out his hand and took away half of the poem he had written on the table, revealing a blank piece of paper, and said, "Please." ”

Xue Qing picked up the pen and dipped it in ink, then looked at Liu Chunyang and said, "I'm young, I'll come first?"

Of course, Liu Chunyang would not argue with him about this, and he also stretched out his hand with a smile and said, "... You are young and you come first, lest I write first and scare you into not being able to write it... Blame me for losing. ”

Xue Qing lifted the pen, and everyone couldn't help but come up, but when they saw him, they stopped.

"Young Master Chunyang, don't pester me anymore if you lose your bet. Xue Qing said, "I don't have that much time to gamble with you." ”

Liu Chunyang said angrily: "I, Liu Chen, am not the kind of villain who is untrustworthy, you and I really don't have time to talk about it and take it out..."

Before he finished his words, Xue Qing picked up the pen and wrote it, he didn't sit down, but only leaned over to hold his sleeve with one hand and put down the pen with the other, and words gradually appeared on the white paper in his sight.

Young Master Yanzi sat opposite, with a few still on his lap, Xue Qing seemed to be writing on his lap, and the words in his sight appeared one by one, and he slowly recited: "Racing Song.... On the 5th of May, the sky was fine..."

The beginning of the sentence was not unusual, the surrounding teenagers looked at each other and smiled, Liu Chunyang didn't look at it, just listened to Young Master Yanzi continue to read.

“... Yang Hua cries around the river.... Before the king went out of the county, the river had already heard the sound of Qi and harmony..."

Well, it's poured... It's decent, but it looks like he understands poetry, and the teenagers around him look a little serious.

He could write this kind of poem at the age of ten, and the fan in Liu Chunyang's hand shook gently.

Young Master Yanzi's voice was calm, and the speed of Xue Qing's writing was just like reading a word before writing.

“... When the king is out, he is accurate, and the horse has been led by the red flag.... The clothes on both sides of the strait are torn and fragrant, and the silver hairpin shines like a frost blade. ”

Creak... The teenagers around stopped laughing, and inexplicably felt that their bodies were slightly stiff, as if something was coming....

“.... The drum beat three times and the red flag opened, and the two dragons jumped out of the floating water... The shadows of the waves fly thousands of swords, the drums split the waves and thunder..."

When this sentence came out, Young Master Yanzi's voice stopped abruptly, and the other teenagers only felt numb in their hearts, and Liu Chunyang's shaking folding fan snapped shut indiscriminately, motionless.

Good.. Poem...