"Poetry is unique in the world, and it is indeed a big talk."

Jing Zhe smiled cheaply, "There are still some people in Yongzhou alone!" ”

“……”

"Arrogance! If you can really write better poems than me, then I, Chen Jiannan, am willing to give you the title of the first genius in Yongzhou! ”

"Hehe, this kind of useless name, Chen Gongzi should keep it for himself!"

"You-"

Chen Jiannan was hit hard tonight, he was provoked by Jing Zhe, his steps were vain, and if he hadn't been helped by someone, he would have fallen to the ground.

"Interesting, interesting!"

Seeing this, Lin Wenyao clapped his hands and smiled, looking at Jing Zhe's eyes full of approval.

"He's also a stinky scholar in your mouth, what are you happy about?"

Chen Jiannan stabilized his body and glanced at Lin Wenyao, which means that we are a civil war between scholars, and winning or losing has nothing to do with you.

Jing Zhe hurriedly waved his hand, "Writing poems under Xia is all about talent, and scholars can't talk about it!" ”

In order to draw a clear line with Chen Jiannan and not to offend Lin Wenyao, Jing Zhe did not hesitate to surrender his identity.

“……”

This name is a bit novel, and everyone is amazed.

At this time, the old bustard stood up, "Look at the face of the child, dare to ask the son's surname?" ”

Jing Zhe thought for a while and said generously: "The name is lowly, and I am really ashamed to say it." ”

The old bustard read it again, and didn't continue to dwell on this strange name, and changed the conversation and said, "Childe, this is trying to write a poem for Miss Wan'er?" ”

"I don't want to."

Seeing Lin Wenyao looking over, Jing Zhe hurriedly shook his head.

Hearing this, everyone turned their attention to the pink boy, thinking that these two people are not only good-looking, but also very similar in operation!

"I just want to write a poem for my wife!"

“……”

There was silence.

Everyone looked at Jing Zhe and then at the old bustard, and their hearts were shocked: this taste... It's too heavy, right?

The pink boy tilted his head and thought about it, and finally suddenly realized: No wonder he has repeatedly rejected those young women, it turns out that this is a good mouthful!

A moment later, the crowd erupted in laughter.

Even the bustard's own face turned red.

Behind her is a young and beautiful Wan'er girl, and in front of her is a handsome boy in Yushu Linfeng, giving her a half-old to compose poems?

Isn't that embarrassing her!

"Childe, the old body is old, you don't want to make fun of the old body!"

"Uh..."

Jing Zhe was stunned for a moment, looked at everyone's favorite expressions, and then looked at the old bustard's bloated and fluffy figure, combined with the ambiguity in these words, he couldn't help but feel a chill.

Damn, no matter how hungry labor and management are, they won't be a tank soldier, right?

"Madame misunderstood, I mean, I want to write an inscription for Madame's Chunshui Building, I don't know what Madame thinks?"

"Inscription for Chunshui Building?"

That's fresh.

She has seen those who are jealous and fighting poems because of the competition, and she has also seen those who can write inscriptions for Chunshui Building in order to learn for the sake of talent, and the bustard is still the first time she has heard of it, so she can't help but be a little surprised.

"That's right! It is an inscription for the Spring Water Building! ”

Jing Zhe stood up and came to the front with a smile, "Chunshui Tower is famous in Yongzhou City, and the literati and ink writers yearn for it, so it can be seen that Mrs. has worked hard in Chunshui Tower!" ”

These words instantly evoked the old bustard's memories of working hard when he was young, and he was slightly moved and couldn't help nodding.

And Jing Zhe changed his words and said bluntly: "Chunshui Building is very good, but it is not the best, and it can make Chunshui Building better!" ”

"How can it be better?"

The old bustard cooperated with Miss Wan'er to make such a show today in order to increase the popularity of Chunshui Building, Jing Zhe's words undoubtedly hit her weakness, and she hurriedly asked.

"Chunshui Tower is famous in Yongzhou City, but in a metropolis like Jingzhou, how many people have heard of it? If you inscribe a strange word for Chunshui Lou below, and let the name of Chunshui Lou resound with the strange words, wouldn't the business of Chunshui Lou be even better? ”

"Foolish dreams!"

As soon as his words fell, Chen Jiannan jumped out.

"Can you resound the strange words of Anguo? When Song Jimao, the grandson of Lord Song, a scholar of Hanlin University, was the best in my generation with high poetic attainments, I am afraid that even he would not dare to say this kind of big words, you are not small! ”

"Do you really think that your poetry is unique in the world?"

"Hehe, ridiculous, ridiculous!"

Not only Chen Jiannan questioned, but all the scholars present probably had this idea.

A trainee who has been studying for two and a half years, is it really so easy to write strange words?

But Jing Zhe's words were full of temptation for the old bustard, and he smiled expectantly: "If Ah Kun Gongzi can really make such strange words, the old man will be happy!" Not only that, Miss Wan'er will definitely want to meet her son! ”

When he said this, his voice suddenly became coquettish, and he glanced at him as if he was nothing, which made Jing Zhe drop goosebumps.

Auntie, just spare me!

I finally came up with such a way to slap Chen Jiannan in the face and not offend Lin Wenyao.

What do you always want me to do when I see Miss Wan'er?

"You don't have to see Miss Wan'er."

As he spoke, his voice was much quieter, and Jing Zhe asked a little embarrassedly: "If the words below can satisfy Mrs., can you get some polishing fees?" ”

This is Jing Zhe's ultimate goal!

Making money is king, everything else is!

"Pen retouching fee?"

The old bustard was stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "That's nature!" ”

In his heart, he said that this son's face is really thin, didn't the man who came to the building just want to see Wan'er?

It's just a trembling thing, and I'm embarrassed to say it!

However, if he can really come up with a masterpiece of the world, there is no need to say it himself, Wan'er will also see him.

If you can't do it, you can only apologize, the pen fee? Dream on!

"Okay, then we'll make a decision!"

Hearing the bustard's promise to give money, Jing Zhe's face was filled with a smile of satisfaction!

"Childe will write an inscription first!"

The woman reminded.

"Good!"

Hearing this, the others took a few steps back with great foresight, ready to provide him with a place to pretend to be forced.

But Jing Zhe didn't appreciate it.

What is pacing back and forth, shaking his head, and having a pompous expression, which is the lowest level of pretense, and where does the highest-end pretense need foreplay?

"In the next, it's ugly!"

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