Chi Ling'er was amused, but she just snickered, and did not squeak, saving him from breaking Huangfu Qingtian's self-esteem and ruining his Yaxing who wrote a poem tonight. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Shangguan Jiechen put away the banter on his face, and said to the stage with some admiration: "Seriously, that Xiucai is really good, even I am a little jealous of his talent." Dozens of well-educated people, in front of him, were all defeated. ”

It's really a rare talent.

As soon as Shangguan Juechen's words fell, Chi Ling'er cast his eyes on the stage, and Huangfu Qingtian naturally followed Chi Ling'er's line of sight.

The man in Tsing Yi combines outstanding talent and humble background, in front of a bunch of nobles, wouldn't he attract jealousy?

How can a well-born person, most of whom have a natural sense of superiority, allow a humble person to shine in front of him?

In this way, it is not surprising that the man in Tsing Yi has become the target of many famous sons on the stage.

At first, the big guys also competed in a very graceful manner. The more they got to the back, the more the contestants couldn't stand the dominance of the man in Tsing Yi, and they couldn't get used to seeing everyone looking at him alone, so they had the idea of attacking him in groups.

Dozens of mouths scolded, and some people pushed and shoved, and the scene was chaotic for a while.

A good poetry competition was actually done like this. The intoxicated shopkeeper came forward to mediate, but it never worked.

Originally, this poetry competition was spontaneous, and the intoxication house just provided a venue for everyone to communicate. What's more, those who stayed after the competition today are all sons who are either rich or noble, except for the man in Tsing Yi.

Adhering to the purpose of a businessman who collects wealth from all over the world, he will naturally not offend everyone. It's just that as the host, when I saw the commotion, I had to make a show and persuade a little. If you can't persuade them, that's it, let them make trouble.

In the pushing, the outstanding man in Tsing Yi couldn't stand it, fell to the ground and was kicked by his feet, but he didn't cry out in pain with a backbone, just looked up to the sky and roared, sighing at the injustice of God. It looks pitiful and ridiculous, and takes the sour color to the extreme.

Chi Ling'er and Huangfu Qingtian stood in the crowd, listening to the people's discussions, and couldn't help frowning.

"These people are too much, it's obviously just a lively event, why do you want to do this?" Chi Ling'er muttered.

If you want to talk about the affairs of Modu City, Shangguan Juechen has the most right to speak. This guy has been stationed here for a long time, and he knows a lot about the Poetry Society.

When Chi Ling'er looked at Shangguan Jiechen with an inquiring gaze, Shangguan Jiechen only smiled shallowly and was noncommittal.

"This is a common occurrence in the Poetry Club?" Chi Ling'er asked.

Shangguan Jiechen shook his head: "It has never happened." ”

The poetry competition is spontaneous, regardless of whether it is high or low, and what it fights for is the word "reason". Everyone comes here not only to be appreciated by dignitaries, but more importantly, to increase their horizons and horizons through the gaze of various literati and high-rollers.

The man who was attacked was so outstanding and politically insightful, although he overshadowed everyone's limelight, but he could also increase everyone's knowledge and cultivation. It stands to reason that they will not be attacked.

Huangfu Qingtian's dark eyes were full of clarity, and he said casually: "Ling'er, let's go." ”

"Hmm." Chi Ling'er was very cooperative. Now that the situation is turbulent, it is better not to make extraneous branches.