"I don't know what that young lady looks like, but if she is beautiful, I can go up and give it a try, if it is ugly, it will not be good......" The potter thought to himself, and did not join in the fun. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

After a while, almost all the scholars and scribes who could come to the stage waved their pen and ink, but the young lady in the attic never looked at it.

At this time, a middle-aged man walked up to the stage and said apologetically: "It's really a great honor to be able to get the face of your sons today, your poems are exquisite, but they are not in line with the little girl's wishes, let's go here in today's ring first, and continue tomorrow." ”

As soon as these words came out, the audience immediately exploded.

"What are you kidding, my poetry is amazing, you dare to look down on it, are you humiliating me!"

"I'm the first genius in Jianjin, why don't you look down on my poetry?"

"What is the first talent in Jianjin, I am the first talent in Qinghe County, and even Lord Taishou has praised this Fu himself, how dare you look down on it."

"No, you must give us an explanation today, and you must choose one of the people, otherwise we won't leave."

"Yes, we're not leaving, we have to give us an explanation!"

Under the high platform, those scholars who were polite just now suddenly became angry, all of them were red in anger and shouted.

The noise rang out, and this was more elegant than Wen Zhaoqin's elegant atmosphere, and suddenly Sven swept the floor and became a mess.

The middle-aged man was in a hurry, beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and explained with a smile on his face, so that he could talk for half a year, and those scholars who felt humiliated just didn't listen, and they were clamoring to give an explanation.

At this time, the face-covering lady in the attic, with a hint of gloom flashing in her eyes, suddenly stood up, held the stack of poems in her hand, walked out of the attic, and stood in front of the railing.

The moment the pale golden slender figure appeared in front of everyone, the noisy voices of the scholars in the courtyard suddenly stopped, and a pair of excited eyes involuntarily looked up at her.

They thought that the rich lady was under their persecution and decided to choose one of them to be their husband.

They have even begun to fantasize about the infinite scenery when they are brilliant and beautiful.

"I've read all the poems you wrote, do you want to know why I don't like you?" Her tone was cold, and she raised the stack of papers in her hand.

The scholars were excited and excited, and they were suddenly disappointed, looking at her in confusion and unhappiness, not knowing what she wanted to say next.

At this time, the young lady who covered her face said coldly in an arrogant and disdainful tone: "The reason why I don't look down on you is because what you write is not worthy of being called poetry at all, and it is all rubbish." ”

The word "garbage", like a ruthless steel needle, ruthlessly pierced the faces of the scholars, without any reservations, not to save them a little face.

The potter had seen enough of the excitement and felt that it was not interesting, but when he wanted to leave, he was attracted by the unexpected appearance of the masked woman and stopped again.

"It's really an arrogant woman, she speaks so harshly, she doesn't leave room for others at all, it's interesting......" The potter thought secretly in his heart, and decided to stay for Ji to see the rest of the text.

As soon as the rich lady's merciless words came out, there was a deathly silence below, and then it was like a hornet's nest being stabbed, and it exploded.

"How dare you say that our articles are rubbish, what are you!"

"A female streamer, nonsense, what kind of writing do you know, what qualifications do you have to humiliate us so much!"

"Apologize, apologize to us immediately, or we'll be out of the way with you."

"The county magistrate is my uncle, you dare to humiliate me like this, I will sue my uncle, so that you can't eat and go around!"

Scholars are a little arrogant, the so-called literati are light, they usually think that they are unparalleled in their literary talents, and they are all self-assured, but now they are said by a woman that the poems they created are rubbish, such a big humiliation, their fragile self-esteem is deeply stimulated, how can they bear it.

The whole courtyard suddenly fell into anger, and the scholars didn't care about the image, spitting and scolding, and many people even rolled up their sleeves, planning to rush to the attic to teach the rich lady who didn't know the height of the sky.

The entire scene of Biwen's recruitment of relatives showed signs of getting out of control for a while.

At this time, the potter, who had planned to stay out of the matter, finally couldn't stand it anymore.

He understands the mentality of these poor scholars best, thinking that after reading a few sage books, all of them are talented writers, immersed in self-absorption all day long, no one looks down on them, and they all feel that they should be the pillars of the world, and the court will wronged them if they don't reuse them.

In fact, the so-called poems they wrote on the stage, the potter Shicai also swept it, although the masked lady commented as "garbage", a little too much, but not much.

It's just that now this class of scholars is so easily stimulated, and they easily lose the demeanor of a literati, and they make a lot of noise like a shrew, completely unorthodox, and even shout that they want to do something to the young lady of the family, such an ugly state, the potter is not happy.

So he took a deep breath and suddenly yelled, "Shut up for me!" ”

He was already a person who was about to impact the half-step Martial Saint, and his visceral aura was already quite powerful, and he roared like this, and suddenly there was a sudden explosion of thunder in the courtyard, which overshadowed all the sounds, and shocked the eardrums of those scholars, and their brains were also buzzing, and they immediately closed their mouths, and subconsciously covered their ears.

Then, they turned their heads one after another, and with a pair of surprised and displeased eyes, they all gathered towards the potter.

In the attic, the masked lady also flashed a different color in her bright eyes, and her eyes were aimed at him.

The potter has long been accustomed to the attention of the public, and what is the point of the crowd watching, he is still calm at the moment, and only said coldly: "A group of old men, who were sarcastically sarcastic by a woman and revealed their true colors, I see that your sage books have been read in the dog's stomach." The young lady said that what you wrote is rubbish, and she has taken good care of your face, and in my opinion, what you write is shit at all! ”

Shit!

That foreigner who burst out of nowhere would dare to openly insult them on their territory is shit?

In an instant, the yard exploded again.

"Where did you come from, a country man, to dare to humiliate us like this!"

"What kind of thing are you, rude and unworthy, spewing feces all over your mouth, and you are also worthy of evaluating our poetry!"

"You said that what we wrote was shit, and you have the ability to write one yourself, I look at what you wrote, but I'm afraid it's not as good as shit!"

……

These scholars, who were stimulated, immediately pointed the finger at the potter, and everyone worked together to crusade against the potter, forcing the potter to write some poems, so as to see how many catties and taels he had.

"Your Majesty, these poor scholars don't know what to do, do you want to teach them a good lesson." Wu Song approached the potter and asked, his fist already clenched.

Wei Chigong was also impatient, and shouted: "How can you teach them enough, just kill them directly and beat them out!" ”

The potter said lightly: "Calm and calm, don't always be so violent in everything, you also said, they are just a bunch of poor drunk scholars who have no power to tie the chickens, and you are not ashamed to beat such a group of weak chickens." ”

Wu Song was stunned for a moment, and wondered: "Then what should I do, is it just for them to shout like this?" ”

"Hmph, don't worry, I have my own way to make them lose face, and the gray roll covers get out......"

A sneer rose at the corner of the potter's mouth, and before Wu Song could realize it, his feet lightly jumped onto the high platform, and his majestic figure stood above the heads of the scholars like iron.

The scholars were startled, and subconsciously took a step back, not knowing what the potter was going to do when he suddenly came to power.

Wu Song and Wei Chigong were also puzzled, unable to guess what their son of heaven wanted to do.

The potter picked up the pen on the desk, looked at the scholars proudly, and sneered: "Don't you want to see my poems, then I will make an exception to show you my hand today, blind your eyes, and let you know whether what you write is shit or not." ”

As soon as these words came out, the audience was in an uproar, and everyone reacted, it turned out that this rude guy from a foreign country actually wanted to write poems, which was embarrassing.

"Look at him like that, he's a rough man, he can write something."

"Yes, such a vulgar guy dares to get an axe in front of us, it's just a shame."

"I'm going to see what he can write."

"What else can I write, of course it's something that is not as good as shit."

"That's that, hahaha-"

……

Under the high platform, a group of scholars stopped scolding the street, their mouths were all kinds of yin and yang weird sarcasm, and everyone put on a gloating look, waiting to see the joke.

"What are we doing, Your Majesty?" Wu Song in the audience was also at a loss.

Wei Chi gave him a blank look, "You are stupid, can't you see this, our majesty is going to write poems and write poems, and compare them with those poor scholars!" ”

"Bivin?" Wu Song was taken aback and questioned: "I only know that Your Majesty is like a god in his use of soldiers, and his martial arts are extraordinary, and I haven't heard that His Majesty will write poems and endowments?" ”

"I'm also a big girl on the sedan chair, and the first time I saw it, I really don't know which one Your Majesty is going to play." Wei Chigong said with a bitter face.

Wu Song's brows furrowed deeply, and he asked in a low voice: "General Wei Chi, I think that Your Majesty is just a whim, and I may not be able to write any beautiful works, if I am ridiculed by that group of poor scholars, what should we do?" ”

"Then you don't need to ask!" Wei Chigong glanced at him again, his fists were already clenched, "Your Majesty is the Son of Heaven, even if the Son of Heaven is coming out, it is still, it is all fragrant, which guy who doesn't have long eyes, if you dare to say half a stinky word, you will hit me in the!" ”

"yes, I see." Wu Song nodded, and also clenched his fists, ready to fight at any time.

Above the attic, the young lady who covered her face couldn't help but show a little gratitude in her eyes when she saw the potter jump on the stage and speak for her.

It's just that when she saw that the potter was going to put pen to paper and compete with that class of scholars, there was a little contempt in her eyes, and she muttered: "This person is full of foul language, and he is also a rough man who doesn't know how to write and ink, and it is estimated that he can't write anything famous, but I am afraid that the disciples will be ridiculed by this class of scholars, alas......"

In the light sigh of regret, the potter turned a blind eye, calmly lifted the pen, and put the pen on the hanging scroll.

(Brothers, the wonderful ones have been updated again, all kinds of funny, all kinds of beautiful pictures, what are you waiting for, hurry up and pay attention to the swallow WeChat public account: Tang Yan returns (or tangyanguilai), the excitement is not to be missed!)