Yu Lao stopped, stood up again with Lin Xiao's support, looked around sadly, and admonished bitterly: "Zhuang Ziyun, the husband's grief is greater than the death of the heart, and the death of the person is secondary. Our Great Southern Kingdom is rotten enough, and it really can't be rotten anymore, junior friends, act and behave, but with conscience, with conscience!"

Saying that, Yu Lao put the limerick poem in front of Lin Xiao and stood behind him, he was supported by Lin Xiao just now, and he was supporting him at the moment.

Everyone in the audience bowed their heads in shame, and when they hesitated, the five eight sons of Yangzhou on the high platform had already stood up, and walked to the stage as if they were dead, without even looking at Zhong Xuan, they walked straight to Lin Xiao, and saluted him, and Han Ziyue, the head of the eight sons, took the lead in praising and praised: "If the youth is strong, the country will be strong, the youth will be wise, and the country will be promising." Lin Xiaoyou's hero is a teenager, and he will have a lot to do in the future, I will wait for the five, and I look forward to it for you. ”

Lin Xiao was speechless with emotion, and Zhong Xuan over there made a lot of nonsense: "You five!

"What?" Li Guinian just said two words, and Zhong Xuan was too frightened to look at it directly, swallowing in his throat, looking left and right blankly and helpless.

Li Guinian's stubborn temper, not to mention Yu Nanzong, is well-known in the entire southern country, and he is really going to provoke him to kill at this time, who cares what kind of Yangzhou king he is, he will be killed directly with one blow and end him on the spot.

"King of Yangzhou. Li Guinian shouted again.

"How...... How...... How" Zhong Xuan's mouth trembled.

"The old man is a superstitious man. Li Guinian said disdainfully, "Every poet standing behind Lin Xiao today, if he unfortunately has an accident one day, or is arrested and killed by the soldiers, or hanged himself in prison, or is struck by lightning, I will blame everyone in the Yangzhou Palace." At that time, King Yangzhou, I will personally come to play music for you. ”

Zhong Xuan didn't dare to echo anymore, and the five eight sons of Yangzhou even bowed to Grandma Li Gui, and just said "thank Li Xian", which already contained thousands of feelings of gratitude.

At present, everyone in the poetry platform has Yu Lao and Yangzhou Bazi taking the lead, and Li Guinian's "superstition", and there are no worries at this moment.

8 to 20.

15 to 25.

30 to 35

......

Lin Xiao's votes slowly caught up, and the gap with Na Zhongxuan gradually narrowed, and the final votes were fixed:

50 to 50

At this moment, the writers of the whole poetry platform have all stood behind Lin Xiao and Yangzhou Wang Zhongxuan, except for ...... The last white-faced student sitting alone on the side seat of the poetry stage.

Although this little student has facial features and is dressed like a man, his skin is white and tender, his body is petite, and his limbs are slender.

And he will decide the ownership of today's poetry.

I saw this white-faced little student jumping on the stage, standing in the center of the left and right, his index finger turned his handkerchief against the poetry paper, and circled around everyone under the gaze of everyone, and finally came to Lin Xiao's side, sticking to his nose and looking at his facial features.

The last vote was in the hands of this white-faced little student, even if Lin Xiao was carefully looked at by him, he was terrified in his heart, and he didn't dare to act rashly at the moment, so he could only force a smile and face it with a smile...... Because at this moment, Lin Xiao remembered Lu Xun's famous words:

The best way to get rid of fear is to face it.

Lin Xiao pinched his face when he saw this white-faced little student, and an elegant fragrance of flowers had already penetrated from his fingertips into his heart, which was refreshing and relaxed.

Li Guinian coughed his throat and whispered unnaturally: "Okay, let's vote." ”

Everyone was surprised, how could Li Guinian, who had a stubborn temper and a fierce face close to a beast, speak so softly, and say a good word with a "la".

When the white-faced Xiaosheng heard this, he rolled his eyes angrily, turned around and passed by Li Guinian, his little shoulder deliberately hit him hard, as if venting his dissatisfaction, and finally put the poem on the wooden table in front of Lin Xiao.

"51 to 50, today's poet, Lin Xiao. ”

Li Guinian got up, and half of the people on the stage cheered.

That Zhong Xuan stared at the faces angrily, his fat face and thin eyes narrowed into a slit, and he said in a sinister tone: "Wait for me, wait for me!"

After that, Zhong Xuan and the others left the poetry meeting in a rage, and dozens of "coercive and tempting" writers behind them also left the scene and scattered, all with guilt and apology.

Under Ye Fu's introduction, Lin Xiao and the little junior sister thanked everyone one by one, and finally arrived at the white-faced little student, who was even more respectful, bent down and bowed, and waved his hands: "Thank you for this brother, as the saying goes, great kindness is not thanks, he ...... day by day."

"Thank you, you have to thank you. The white-faced Xiaosheng was unceremonious, and said in a hurry, causing everyone to look at each other in surprise, with dozens of question marks on their faces.

Which family's son is this little student, who is in charge of the upbringing, there will be this kind of polite words taken seriously and taking advantage of others.

Before everyone could understand, they had already seen him pinching Lin Xiao's ears, with a bad smile on his face that he had learned from Lin Xiao, and he was happy: "My kindness, I'm afraid you won't be able to pay it back for the rest of your life, so it's decided, you will treat me as a cow and a horse in the future, pinch your ears, don't close your eyes, flick your head, don't shrink your neck, pull your face, don't shout pain, do you hear it." ”

"Ah......" Lin Xiao only felt that the chrysanthemum was not guaranteed, big brother...... I'm a straight man...... The kind of steel that is strengthened......

Li Guinian really couldn't stand it anymore, so he stopped: "Don't make trouble, Xixi." ”

"Xixi?" everyone said in unison, could this person be from the Imperial Southern Sect Illusion Sect...... Yunchuan Changeable little princess, naughty and mischievous Yunxixi?