Chapter 202: Poetry Club (3)

When the fat man at this young age heard that this person was showing his wealth again, he was also unhappy in his heart:

"Young Master Yang is very charming, I can only look at it, little brother. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info "The little fat man is naturally not as good as this scholar surnamed Yang, and he can't be donated."

"Zhang Xiaochun, I said that you have no hair? I also want to meet the 'everyone' of this 'Xingfang Pavilion' like me? Hahaha....." Yang Xiucai couldn't stop laughing after speaking, but also caused the others to laugh together.

Zhang Xiaochun was the fat man who spoke at the beginning, at this time he felt extremely boring, plus he was the youngest in this crowd, and he was a junior, saying that the family was rich, but it was still not as rich as Yang Xiucai's family, not to mention that his father was a miser, and the pocket money he usually gave was very little, although he was the only son in the family, but he also often warned him not to be extravagant outside, and the family property was not his Zhang Xiaochun when he died.

"Everyone, let's talk, I'll go and make a compliment." Zhang Xiaochun used this as an excuse to leave this group of people. Because Izuku needed to go downstairs, he passed by Jiang Zijun's side, "Brother Jiang, the junior brother is polite." I don't know what this son is called? "Zhang Xiaochun is familiar with everyone, it seems that he is influenced by his father's business, and he is suitable for socializing!

"It turned out to be Senior Brother Zhang, fortunately. Let me introduce, this Mo Gongzi came with me, just downstairs gave a poem, this is a masterpiece, we have a chance to talk about it. Brother Mo, this Zhang Gongzi is my classmate. Jiang Zijun introduced the two of them to each other at this moment, and then asked, "Senior Brother Zhang, are you going downstairs?" This poetry club hasn't started yet. ”

"It turned out to be Mr. Mo, and I am fortunate to be happy. Brother Jiang, don't talk about it, hey! Just now I mentioned over there, you Brother Jiang also came upstairs, then Yang Tianyi thought that his family was rich, so he announced in public that when someone was willing, he would buy a masterpiece for fifty taels of silver, and if it was included in the auction, he would buy it for one hundred taels of silver, Brother Jiang, did you say that this is insulting Sven? So I took the name of Gong and left, and I was not with them. "This little fat man is really thick-skinned, obviously he was the first to provoke the conversation, and wanted everyone to criticize Jiang Shusheng, but he didn't expect the limelight to be robbed by Yang Tianyi, and the spearhead was also aimed at him, so he moved a stone and hit his own foot.

If Wan Qiyang just listened to the words of this little fat man, he might have believed that this guy had a little backbone, but from the contempt that appeared in Jiang Shusheng's eyes from time to time, he understood that this little fat man was probably just 'fifty steps and a hundred steps of laughter', otherwise why did this Jiang Shusheng still have disdain for this fat man.

"Oh!? And what's going on? What a sven scum. Jiang Shusheng echoed casually.

Wan Qiyang laughed even more in his heart at this moment, "Then I'm not even more of a scum among the scum, I just don't tell myself at all, and it's not an exaggeration to say plagiarism, but then again, who are you going to tell yourself, this Zheng Xie (also known as Banqiao) is still sixty-seven years old, hahaha....."

"Brother Jiang, what am you talking about the 'Poetry King Competition', what is the situation, and what kind of competition is not successful?" Wan Qiyang naturally didn't know that there was such a gathering in this dynasty, similar to the charity meeting in the future, but it was an occasion for some high-level social figures to communicate, but the main purpose was not really for charity, but to make more friends, so that their path was wider and their face was bigger.

"Master Mo, I'll explain this to you, that's the case." Wan Qian saw that this little fat man had snatched the topic the most, and it seemed that he also wanted to be familiar with him, but motioned for him to continue!

"I also heard it from that Yang Tian, according to him, it didn't cost dozens of taels of silver to get the news, presumably he exaggerated. This poetry will be hosted by the daughter of Xu Zhiyuan, the governor of Caoyun, the purpose of which everyone knows I won't say, the main content is to start everyone basically get to know each other after the meeting, and so on to be familiar with the real poetry meeting, by Miss Xu out of the question, everyone to deal with it, of course, this topic may also be the current affairs of the occasion, in fact, I have also inquired, it seems that the "everyone" of this "Xingfang Pavilion" will also be out of the question, and will also communicate with the son who finally won the crown of the poetry king competition alone to communicate with the poetry. I'm afraid everyone will try their best to create such glorious things, I just heard Brother Jiang say that Mo Gongzi also has a masterpiece, why don't you share it together? ”

Wan Qiyang didn't expect that this little fat man could really speak well, and he could be regarded as talented!

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At the same time, the maid Xiaocui came to the boudoir of 'everyone' Ning Xing'er, and at this time, Xu Daqian Jin was talking in detail with Ning Xing'er about what kind of questions should be asked for this poetry meeting, and then how to deal with the poems created by everyone.

"Xiaocui, why did you come up? Didn't you be told to register below? Ning Xing'er was also a little surprised when she saw Xiaocui come to the boudoir.

"Miss, that's right, I found a seven-word poem written in bamboo, this son said that it was his personal creation, and I have never heard of this poem." Xiaocui recited Wan Qianyang's 'inscription bamboo stone', and at the same time, she wrote it down when Xu Daqianjin was reciting it on Xiaocui's side.

"Yes, I can write the spirit of bamboo in poetry. Xing'er, come and see, I think it's very good, you might as well come up with another question on bamboo as the topic, and see who can make better poems! Apricot, what do you think? After a while, everyone is almost there, so let's go out and see who that person is, okay? Aren't you looking for a man who is in line with your goals? Xu Daqianjin and Ning Xing'er laughed and spoke.

"Xiaoqian, what about you? Don't just talk about me, don't you want to take this opportunity to see if there is anyone you like? Let's think about what questions to come up with first! "Ning Xing'er is playing with her lips!

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As time passed slowly, at this time, Wan Qiyang was also drinking tea and eating snacks, including the balcony outside and the places with seats inside, which were almost full, and Wan Qiyang had more than 30 oysters, and the average age was almost in his twenties. There is also a person who is obviously older, and even the actual age may be thirty next to him. I guess I came here for a certain purpose!

Because of the familiar relationship with Jiang Shusheng, the people who greeted him all knew each other Wan Qiyang Gongzi. It seems that many of the students who greet each other are classmates, which shows that this Mr. Jiang Shusheng's teacher still has a certain talent, otherwise it would be impossible for the students he taught to be admitted to the fame of such talents.

In Wan Qiyang's eyes, Jiang Zijun is called a scholar, Zhang Xiaochun, a little boy of an explosive household, is called a little fat man, and everyone else is called Xiucai. The funny thing is that he himself is not even a showman, so he can come here or take advantage of the gap of this rule, just because he also has his own poems! It is quite correct that it is 'one's own poems' whether they are stolen or robbed, because now no one but him can recognize the poems he composed.

(End of chapter)