Yes. It's a game. Whether I am a fake showman or not, you will know in a while, whether you are a big head or not, and you will soon find out. Whoever can't get something out of the way after a while has to kneel on the ground and learn to bark three times. How's it going, are you brave enough to compare with me? Jia Wen also looked at Feng Le provocatively like a monkey, without hiding the contemptuous expression on his face.

Hearing Jia Wen say this, Feng Le, who was still a little lucky, became nervous at this time.

"This show should have some skills, otherwise he wouldn't dare to be so arrogant and calm." Feng Le subconsciously thought about escaping.

However, the quarrel between the two has already attracted the attention of everyone present, if he doesn't dare to come down at this time, then what kind of face will he have to come here to eat and listen to music in the future?

If it was just the opinion of some inconsequential people, Feng Le felt that even if he lost his face, it would be nothing, but if the goddess in his heart, Crimson Girl, knew, what would she think of herself?

So, Feng Leqiang held on to his last bit of dignity and said stubbornly: "Okay, let's wait and see later!" There is nothing that I could possibly bark at these three dog barks. ”

"Haha, joke, you don't call? If you don't call, who else can call? Jia Wenyi shook his head with only a small pigtail and said with a laugh.

"Haha..."

Seeing that Jia Wen was also a little funny, the onlookers couldn't help laughing.

"I don't know who it is." Feng Le took out the set when he was guarding the prisoners and slammed it back coldly.

"Hmph, arrogance still has to have strength, those who don't learn and don't know how to do it can only admit the speed of their tongues, and they will see the real trick in a while." Jia Wen replied viciously, and then sat back in his seat and was silent, as if he was thinking about a poem and article to be contested for a while.

Seeing this, Feng Le secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

If Feng Le continues to quarrel with Jia Wenyi, Feng Le will definitely not be Jia Wenyi's opponent. Now that Jia Wen is willing to calm down, it is really a good thing for Feng Le.

If it weren't for the fact that he didn't want to lose face in front of the goddess in his heart, Feng Le would be 10,000 unwilling to face these literati talents. Don't look at them because they can't lift their hands and can't resist their shoulders, but they still have a lot of quarrels.

Since Feng Le was born as a jailer, he could not participate in the imperial examination, so he had no possibility of becoming an official, so Feng Le felt much inferior to them literati in his heart. In normal times, Feng Le tried not to provoke them without provoking them, so as not to provoke something more troublesome than stabbing the honeycomb.

However, seeing Jia Wenyi, who was sitting back in his place and meditating on his work, before he had time to relax, Feng Le felt extremely pressured to keep up.

"Damn, I don't know two words, where can I write any poems and songs?" Don't look at Feng Le's lightness, but if you want to write poems and songs, where will Feng Le? If it weren't for such a person here, Feng Le couldn't wait to slap himself a few times.

The night on the second floor of Piaoxiang Building has been lively, and the competitions between literati and scholars are also common, but they are also limited to elegant fights, gambling on things that are not elegant. It's rare to see a scene like today, which is all about kneeling and learning to bark a dog, which naturally attracts the attention of many good deeds.

"Do you think which of the two of them is more likely to kneel and learn to bark?" At this moment, there were whispers flowing out of the hall.

"I see, that Xiucai is estimated to have some skills, and another mediocre guy is very likely."

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"Brother Feng is so powerful, he even knows poetry and songs. I really admire it. Looking at Feng Le, who also sat back in his seat, Wang Li hurriedly poured the teacup in front of Feng Le and said.

"Hehe..." Feng Le picked up the teacup and took a sip, but smiled with embarrassment.

"I'm going to say that I can't read two big characters, do you believe it?" Feng Le said in a low voice.

"No, it won't! So how do you compare yourself to him? Wang Li replied in surprise.

"It's not about fighting for face." Feng Le smiled bitterly.

"So what do you do now?" Jiang Wei on the side asked softly.

"I don't know, I just want to ask you now, if you have any good ideas." Feng Le said.

"Brother Feng, either I'll take the money and go out and find someone to write an article for you. It's better to make some money than to lose face. Wang Li said.

"It's a good solution. But the game started quickly. I'm afraid it's too late. Can you two read and write? Can you write poems and lyrics? Feng Le asked.

"You don't know what I'm doing, it's much worse than you. It's okay to ask me to fight with a knife, but it's too hard for me to study. I've always been literate, I'm illiterate, let alone poetry. Jiang Wei replied.

"I'm the same as Jiang Wei, I really can't help you, Brother Feng." Wang Li also echoed and said.

"So what to do? Where do I go to get some poetry and songs? Feng Le couldn't help but get anxious at the moment.

"Wait, Brother Feng. What you just said was poetry and poetry? Wang Li suddenly interrupted Feng Le and asked.

"yes." Feng Le nodded and replied.

"Poetry, we can't help it. But 'song', we can also try the following. Even if it's a children's rhyme, it's a song! Wang Li said.

"That's right! Brother, you're so right. Hearing Wang Li's words, Feng Le patted his thigh as if he had been empowered.

"Here, three masters, your dishes..."As he spoke, the shopkeeper successively sent the dishes ordered by Feng Le over.

"Come, Brother Wang, eat a chicken leg. Brother Jiang, you eat one too. Feng Le sandwiched a chicken leg between the two of them and poured it full of the wine they had just served, and then asked: "Piaoxianglou has a rule, the song must be new, and a few people have heard it." I wonder if the two brothers have heard any new songs recently? ”

"Brother Feng, I'm really sorry. I'll have some old songs, and there aren't many, so I guess I can't help. Wang Li stared at the chicken legs, but replied a little embarrassed.

"I'm pretty much the same, I haven't heard anyone sing any new songs lately." Jiang Wei bit the chicken leg and said.

"That's it..."Feng Le had another headache.

"This guest officer, I don't know if you are participating in the competition or offering a prize money?" At this time, the shopkeeper who came to register for the competition came over and asked.

"It was a competition," Feng Le replied firmly.

"Okay, what's the guest officer's work?" The shopkeeper asked.

"Song, lyrics..."Feng Le replied, but he was a little panicked in his heart. Seeing this, Jiang Wei and Wang Li were also powerless.

"Yes, guest officer. This is the guest officer's pen and paper, and after the guest officer finishes writing, he hands it to the little one, and the little one takes it to the backstage to compose music for the red girl. The shopkeeper said.

"What? Did Crimson Girl compose the music herself? The shopkeeper's words made Feng Le's pupils constrict, and he asked excitedly.

"Yes." The shopkeeper nodded.

"Little Er, that's it." Feng Le embarrassedly lowered the shopkeeper's body and whispered in his ear.

"In that case, please follow me to the backstage, and I'll find someone to write to you." After listening to Feng Le's whisper, the shopkeeper said to him naturally.

"That's okay, I'll bother the little second brother." Feng Le hugged his fist at the shopkeeper, and then followed him away.

The situation in front of him made Jiang Wei and Wang Li confused.

"Hey, this is because you know you can't write and you're ready to run?" Seeing Feng Le, who was about to leave, Jia Wen on the side also sneered.

"You think too much, you'll know in a moment." After Feng Le finished speaking, he followed the shopkeeper and left.

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