"This poem is not written by me", Ma Beijia's words suddenly made the lively chrysanthemum platform silent, in such a quiet, Li Laoming's abrupt coughing sound seemed very harsh, and the scribes looked around suspiciously for a while, and then invariably refocused their attention on Guan Guan.

"The older you get, the softer your bones are, Li Jisheng is a solid shot on the horse's feet this time", witnessing the scene of the drama in front of him, Old Master Yan sneered and said, while saying he stretched out his hand and patted Tang Cheng, "It's just a farce, what are you doing with it."

Even after sitting down, Tang Cheng's eyes still fell on Lao Ma, looking at his current face, it felt really not ordinary! "Since it is a farce, it must be crowded to be lively."

Guan Guan, who was surrounded by everyone's eyes, pursed his lips and smiled, and said crisply: "The poem sung by the concubine is from the hand of Tang Cheng of Yunxi County."

"Ming Jingke?".

"Tang Cheng?".

"Tang Cheng!".

"That disciple of Elder Yan's teaching?".

As Guan Guan unveiled the mystery, the buzzing sound of discussion suddenly sounded everywhere on the sandbank, and Tang Cheng stood up from the thick felt carpet after smiling apologetically at the stunned Old Master Yan.

Because he was going to participate in the Wenhui today, Li Yingjun and Lancao had to give him a meal in the morning, Tang Cheng's appearance was not bad, especially the temperament revealed by his body was even more rare, from 1,300 years later, not to mention anything else, just the broadened horizons cultivated by the social environment of later generations and the equality and self-confidence infiltrated in his bones were enough to make him calmly face the crowded scene and high-ranking officials. This is the most basic and important hard advantage of being a traverser.

In the future, the president of the country can also see it on TV every day, not to mention the horse in front of him, in the future generations, at most it is just a deputy mayor, and no one will watch it when he comes out on TV! Just wait for a change of channel, you!

Handsome appearance, confident and uncompromising bearing, and well-tailored clothes, against the backdrop of a golden body, Tang Cheng, who stood up from the chrysanthemums, was young and refreshed.

Compared with Tang Cheng, who exudes vigor all over his body, Ma Beijia, who has a bad face, really looks more and more old.

"Sure enough, he is a disciple of Elder Yan's teaching."

"It's not surprising that it's a disciple of the old teacher, the old teacher has been strict all his life, and the student who can make him value so much can be worse? From this point of view, it is not surprising that Tang Cheng was able to make such a poem."

"Well, what Brother Boyu said is reasonable, but I didn't expect that the little Yunxi County could cultivate such a young man, hey! By the way, isn't Liu Suifeng also studying in Yunxi County? Look at the two of them, from appearance and demeanor to talent, it seems that my Jinzhou cultural context can be called a successor."

These two are indeed the rising stars of the Jinzhou literary scene, but if you want to compare, Liu Suifeng is better than his family background, and Tang Cheng is more calm in temperament; As for learning, it's really hard to distinguish the advantages and disadvantages without comparing them face-to-face."

The scribes in the chrysanthemum stage discussed like this, and Liu Jingwen on the stage was also thinking the same thing.

Now, whether it is to cover up the embarrassment of Ma Bei driving, or to change the topic, Liu Jingwen, who is very confident in his aunt and cousin, has to borrow Liu Suifeng.

"Wuya, you come here", Liu Jingwen called Liu Suifeng's words, it is said that Liu Suifeng's words were taken down by his grandfather Liu Xiyi when he was rì, "Wuya, although your ministry today is to bring the boy to greet all the guests, but since it is a literary meeting, it is a poem that should be written in response to the scene."

Liu Jingwen's proposal immediately won the attention of the people in the congregation, even the old master Yan also bowed his head, and it was a great pleasure to be able to witness the two young people who were the best in the context of this Tao fighting poetry.

Seeing that the attention of the scribes was diverted from him, Ma Beijia suddenly felt a little relieved. The shame and anger in his heart didn't talk about him, listening to Liu Jingwen calling Liu Suifeng over, Lao Ma also had a little expectation in his heart, Liu Suifeng's poetry was seen with his own eyes in the previous literary meeting, compared to the provocative Tang Cheng, Lao Ma would rather today's poet be Liu Suifeng.

Liu with a handsome appearance stood on the chrysanthemum platform with the wind and the white-clothed Shengxue, just like his experience in Yunxi County School, and naturally became the center of attention.

Under the gaze of everyone, Liu Suifeng looked at Tang Cheng, who was not far from him, but he did not respond to Tang Cheng's smile, but set his eyes on the brilliant chrysanthemums inside and outside the sandbar, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, as if he was pondering something.

After waiting for a while, Liu Jingwen couldn't help but urge: "Boundless!" ”。

"In March this spring, I fought poetry with Tang Cheng in Yunxi County", Liu Suifeng attracted everyone's attention again as soon as he spoke, it turned out that the two of them had tried. At that moment, someone couldn't help but ask, "What is the result?" ”。

"I lost!" Tang Cheng under the chrysanthemum stage looked at Liu Suifeng, and couldn't say what he felt in his heart, whether it was 1,300 years later, or when he traveled to Tang, in his two life experiences, he really had never met anyone who could be like Liu Suifeng, and he could be so calm and crisp when he said the words "I lost" in public.

A person like Liu Suifeng can make people feel confident and proud when he admits defeat, and you will laugh at his failure? Willow with the wind, willow with the wind, you are really the best.

Liu Jingwen didn't expect his cousin, who had always been proud, to say such a thing, and he said it so simply and calmly. Stunned for a moment, he sighed in his heart that this cousin was too real, and at the same time peeked at Ma Bei, whose face was becoming more and more unkind, and then persuaded him: "Wuya, that was half a year ago, and now it's not the same as rì, you ......."

"Tang Chengshi is the fourteenth call boy to record in the past, and it took him about three pillars of incense to make this chrysanthemum poem, and he also had a conversation with Yan Lao's teachings during this time", Liu Suifeng said that the scribes were stunned at first, and then Wan'er, even Old Master Yan couldn't help laughing, this Liu Suifeng, the heart of victory is really not reduced at all!

Tang Cheng really couldn't cry or laugh when he heard this, I damn it, he originally thought that Liu Suifeng was busy and didn't notice him at all, and his every move was in his eyes, this kid is frank, but this competitive spirit is too strong!

Liu Suifeng didn't care about everyone's reaction, and after retracting his gaze from the chrysanthemum bushes, he looked at Tang Cheng again, "I've thought about it carefully, I can't write such a poem in the same amount of time, so even if I have to compete, I will still lose."

Damn, superb! Except for these two words, Tang Cheng, who was very ashamed in his heart, couldn't say anything else. Ashamed, indeed ashamed, although Liu Suifeng has a very weak relationship with him, the two have not even said ten words face to face, and Liu Suifeng has always regarded him as a competitor, it is said that it should be a very cool thing for him to admit defeat! But in the face of such openness, Tang Cheng, who knew that he was invincible, could hardly have the slightest sense of joy in his heart except for shame.

If it weren't for the fact that the crossing itself was too unbelievable, and this matter couldn't be said to others at all, Tang Chengzhen wanted to find Liu Suifeng, and he also looked at his eyes frankly and said: "Compared to poetry, I'm not as good as you!" ”。

"Tang Cheng, are you a scholar of the Ming Classics?" , Hearing this voice, Tang Cheng, who was ashamed of himself, put Liu Suifeng's matter aside, and now he was very excited - Lao Ma couldn't help but make his own move!

Since reporting to the present day on the job, Tang Cheng has been kicked into the air by Ma Beijia's Foshan shadowless foot in the state government, no one wants to be "air", he is very depressed and irritable, but this kind of depression and irritability can't be said at all, because with his current position, unless Ma Beijia takes the initiative to find him, he can't reach the old horse who puts yīn tricks at all.

This situation is like two people making moves, one person can only be beaten passively, while the other person can make a move anytime and anywhere, and the trick that makes people unable to grasp the handle is still Foshan Shadowless Foot. One can imagine how the person who was passively beaten felt in his heart. In the face of such absolute unfairness, the person who was passively beaten may no longer think about the result the most, but what he most desires is that the opponent can stand up openly, standing opposite him, so that he can see and touch, and fight with fists and fists.

Tang Chengcheng belongs to this situation, after suffering so many days of Foshan without a shadow, and now he has finally forced Ma Beijia out to face to face.

Regardless of the outcome, being able to do this with such a big gap in positions and being at an all-round disadvantage is a victory in itself!

Tang Cheng straightened up, did not shy away from meeting the gaze of the horse on the chrysanthemum platform, and said firmly: "Yes!" ”

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