After a sudden burst of dizziness, Ma Qingyuan suddenly came to his senses.

Thinking of the way he almost went crazy just now, he broke out in a cold sweat.

He sat on the chair with palpitations, trembling hands, picked up the teacup, and poured it with a sip, which suppressed the restlessness in his heart.

Call...... It's really dangerous!

The teacup in Ma Qingyuan's hand was unstable, and it fell on the table with a bang. Looking at the gurgling teacup, he didn't bother to clean it up, just gasped for breath, suppressing the uneasiness in his heart.

After raising his sleeves and wiping the cold sweat on his forehead, Ma Qingyuan raised his head, looked at the scholar, and remembered the effect of the appropriate woman's chanting just now, Ma Qingyuan couldn't help but feel terrified in his heart.

This, could it be that Lu Heng deliberately arranged it?

What a sinister mind!

Ma Qingyuan's face was gloomy and uncertain, looking at Lu Heng, who was sitting on the chair, bored and playing with the one or two pieces of silver, seeing that he made a look of indifference at all, Ma Qingyuan smiled coldly.

Ha, I don't know what kind of happiness I have. is so hypocritical to make such a calm look.

But...... This man's talent is really ...... Awesome!

Ma Qingyuan put away the contempt in his eyes, and finally began to look at this scholar who was born out of thin air and became famous in Jiangning in a short period of time.

It's just that Lu Heng, who was sitting on the side, really didn't think so. What he thought in his heart and the emotions on his face were actually not as insidious as Ma Qingyuan thought.

There is some helplessness, but more of a wry smile.

He didn't expect that the water tune song he had just recited casually in the back garden would be heard by the Ruolan girl. What I didn't expect was that Miss Ruolan remembered her surname so well.

Moreover, I didn't expect that Miss Ruolan would present this Su Dongpo's masterpiece to the world in an unexpected form at this moment.

Unintentionally planted willows. But it's willow shade!

At this moment, Lu Heng really felt the true meaning of this sentence.

Although, everything was a coincidence. But as much as they believe, others do not believe in it.

Tsk, looking at Ma Qingyuan's gloomy and sneering gaze, he knew that his image in his heart was completely ruined.

A useless scholar with a weak letter, in a blink of an eye, suddenly turned into a sinister hero. And it's an extremely shameless hero...... Lu Heng sighed in his heart, shook his head slightly and smiled bitterly.

But...... Lu Heng picked up the teacup, took a sip, and glanced at Ma Qingyuan, who was sitting there, staring at him like a mortal enemy.

Belch...... He seemed to be really angry, and the tea cup in his hand fell off.

You won't die suddenly of a heart attack, right?

Lu Heng smiled, thinking sinisterly in his heart.

It wasn't until he saw Ma Qingyuan's huddled together and extremely ugly expression that Lu Heng was stunned at first, and then felt funny in his heart, shook his head slightly, and sighed.

Scold...... It seems to work quite well.

Lu Heng was secretly happy here, and Ma Qingyuan, who was sitting diagonally opposite, saw that the scholar raised his head from time to time, glanced at himself, and then was stunned for a moment, and finally turned his head, took a sip, and talked to himself leisurely.

The corners of Ma Qingyuan's eyes twitched, and his face became more and more gloomy. The teacup in my hand, because I was too hard. And the rattling sound, overwhelmed.

How dare he despise me?

Ma Qingyuan took a deep breath and stared gloomily at the scholar. In his heart, he naturally regarded Lu Heng's stunned gaze as contempt. For a while, this once brilliant genius in the Great Zhou poetry circle was inexplicably despised by this inexplicable contempt, which made his chest churning and difficult to control.

Just when Ma Qingyuan was entangled in his heart and it was difficult to control his emotions, Kong Kanglian on the stage took the lead in speaking out.

He put down the teacup that he had held in his hand for a long time, stretched out his hands to hit the knot, looked at Lu Heng and praised: "Jiangning's first talent, it really deserves its reputation!" Ha ha! ”

Mr. Dongfang nodded with a smile, stroked his beard and recited the last thousand miles of Gongchanjuan, and praised with great admiration: "A song of water tune, heh, the son can be called a generation of poetry masters!" Oriental admiration! ”

After hearing these two great Confucians in the world, the students praised Lu Heng so much. It's not too surprising, after all, they have been reading for a long time, and naturally they know how to appreciate poetry.

That song of water tune, as Mr. Dongfang said, Lu Heng, Lu Yongzheng, can be called the master of poetry in the world.

Therefore, hearing such praise, the talented people may feel a little uncomfortable. But he still showed enough respect for Na Lu Heng.

Moreover, from the words of the two great Confucians, the students also have to know that this dignified-looking and slightly thin scholar turned out to be the first talent in Jiangning, who was famous in Tokyo some time ago with a poem of Jinse and the nostalgic poems of Jiangbei Pavilion.

When he saw the legendary idol sitting in front of him like this, the fanaticism in the eyes of the students was even more undisguised.

For a while, the most talked about by the students was that the Jinse was from this person's hand, not only Jinse, but also the arrogant Chibi Nostalgia heard that he wrote it.

The students were talking like this, looking at Lu Heng's gaze, and they were even more eager.

There were many people who had already rushed over, like a group of tabloid reporters, to ask Lu Heng how he felt when he wrote about that Jinse. Why did he write such a hazy but gorgeous quatrain?

Listening to the buzzing of inquiries in his ears, although Lu Heng would not be in a hurry, he was also a little helpless.

Just thinking about whether to let Kong Kanglian on the stage maintain order on the scene, a voice full of disdain and scorn sounded in this hall, which was particularly abrupt and unfriendly.

"Rumors are rumors after all, and it's hard to tell if it's true or not!" After Ma Qingyuan glanced coldly at Lu Heng, who was surrounded by everyone, he took a sip of tea, with a look on his face that seemed to be smiling, shook his head and sighed: "Those few masterpieces of the world, maybe they were bought with a lot of money, but I don't know!" ”

Ma Qingyuan said to himself while snorting, and the contemptuous look on his face made everyone present frown.

This person was afraid that he was blinded by jealousy, and when he saw that others were making a watery song, his heart was unbalanced, so he began to insult him. It's such a narrow-mindedness.

Moreover, it is vicious enough!

Although the literati are light, they also have a degree. It's okay to doubt someone's character, but you can't doubt or even slander someone's work.

This is an unwritten rule in literati circles.

But now, this white-clothed scribe is so unscrupulously slandering people, how vicious it is!

However, the people thought so in their hearts. But out of prudence, no one came forward to complain about Lu Heng, but just despised Ma Qingyuan in his heart. Then he turned his head and looked at Lu Heng in unison, waiting for Lu Heng's reaction.

And after Lu Heng heard Ma Qingyuan's words that were obviously jealous, he didn't appear, and everyone was furious in anticipation. His expression was still calm, and the harmless smile on his face was always hanging.

After taking a sip of tea, he glanced at Ma Qingyuan, who was staring at him, retracted his gaze and shook his head and smiled. Obviously, Lu Heng had no intention of fighting with him.

"Why don't you dare to say it?" Ma Qingyuan saw that Lu Heng just glanced at himself, and did not refute. He was overjoyed, he really thought that he had guessed this Lu Heng's mind. Then he pressed forward step by step and asked.

A masterpiece like the head of the water tune, Rao is a talented poet, and it can only be even. He didn't believe that this Lu Heng could make two poems of excellent quality in one night. is pressing so step by step, just to make Lu Heng ugly on the spot, and then ruined!

Feeling Ma Qingyuan's aggressive momentum, Lu Heng's face calmed down, and after glancing at him. Retracted his gaze, poured himself a cup of tea intently, picked up the tea station, walked through the curling steam, glanced at Ma Qingyuan with a sinister smile on his face, sighed deeply, shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"What do you mean?" Ma Qingyuan's face changed, he squinted at Lu Heng, and shouted in a deep voice.

Ma Qingyuan couldn't stand Lu Heng's gaze the most, and was looked at by Lu Heng like this, and sighed. It's like I've become everyone's spurned garbage.

"Enough!" At this time, Kong Kanglian, who was sitting on the stage, saw the white-clothed scribe approaching step by step, and her brows furrowed tightly.

As a great Confucian in the world, a representative of sacred learning. Kong Kanglian was not accustomed to this bad habit of contempt for literati. At this time, seeing that the white-clothed scribe was unfoundedly slandering Lu Gongzi, a nameless anger suddenly rose in his heart, he slapped the table, stood up, stared coldly at the white-clothed scribe, and shouted in a deep voice.

"Huh!" was reprimanded by Kong Kanglian like this, but Ma Qingyuan didn't seem to hear it. Hearing this, he just smiled. Turning his head, he glanced at the scholar who was still sitting there pouring himself a drink, and then looked at Kong Kanglian on the stage whose eyes flashed, pointed to Lu Heng on the side, and shouted in a deep voice: "Mr. Kong, do you want to favor this hypocrite?" ”

As soon as these words came out, many students in the audience were in an uproar.

If, just now, the white-clothed scribe was referring to Sang scolding Huai, then now it is a naked insult.

The students were in an uproar, looked at each other, turned their heads, and looked at the scholar who was sitting on the side, his voice unmoving. Seeing that he slowly put down the tea cup in his hand, raised his head, and looked over here. The students' hearts are awe-inspiring, and they know that there is a good show to appear.

"What is the evidence for your insults?" Kong Kanglian glanced at Lu Heng, who was silent, turned his head and reprimanded Ma Qingyuan.

People don't hesitate to compete with you, that's because people are well-cultivated. Otherwise, can he be so favored and valued by His Majesty? Whoever is like you is simply a mad dog, and if he can't fight others, he will slander people.

Hum!

"It's easy!" Ma Qingyuan could naturally feel Kong Kanglian's contempt and disdain. However, at this time, he was already difficult to ride a tiger, and he could only go all the way to the dark. And. He didn't believe that Lu Heng could make two masterpieces in one night.

"You ......" Kong Kanglian's beard trembled, looking at Ma Qingyuan, and scolded in his heart, isn't it difficult for you to be a strong man, even if you have great talent, it is impossible to make two masterpieces in one night.

It's not something that people can do at all.

Just when Kong Kanglian didn't know how to answer, Lu Heng slowly put down the teacup, and after sorting out the long shirt on his body casually, he stood up.

He rolled up his sleeves, stretched out his hand to pull the folds on his body, glanced at Ma Qingyuan with a smile, and nodded slightly: "Okay!" ”

"Master Lu, ...... you" Kong Kanglian was shocked in her heart, for fear that this scholar would agree because she couldn't stand the stimulation of others. was about to open his mouth to persuade him, but he saw that Lu Heng's eyes were full of certainty.

The worry in Kong Kanglian's heart suddenly turned into surprise. Looking at Lu Heng's gaze, he was shocked.

"Really?"

"Heh, this can be had!" Lu Heng hugged his fists and smiled at Kong Kanglian, thanking him for the maintenance he had just made.

Turning his head, looking at Ma Qingyuan, whose face changed slightly, lowered his head and flickered, Lu Heng smiled slightly: "What you want, you can do what you want." ”

After smiling like this, Lu Heng's voice changed, he took a step forward, looked at Ma Qingyuan and said, "However, today is the Hundred Flowers Poetry Club after all." The reason why it is called a poetry club is because of the existence of competition. If the next person recites poetry, won't it become a one-man show below? Mr. Kong, what do you think? Lu Heng turned his head and said to Kong Kanglian on the stage.

"Exactly!" Kong Kanglian nodded understandingly, groped her beard and thought about it, and then said, "Even so, the two of them will make a song." Everyone present is a judge, how? ”

"Brother Ma, what do you think?" After getting Kong Kanglian's cooperation, Lu Heng nodded slightly. When he turned his head, the look in his eyes turned cold. took a step forward, approached in front of Ma Qingyuan, and asked in a low voice.

As soon as the words came out, Ma Qingyuan's face changed, and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes. However, it quickly calmed down.

"Ha, is Gongzi Lu talking to you?" The corners of Ma Qingyuan's mouth twitched, staring at Lu Heng gloomily, and asked in a deep voice.

Although Ma Qingyuan pretended to be calm, the look of surprise in his eyes, as well as the sweaty palms hidden in his sleeves, still revealed the stunned and shocked in his heart.

Really...... He is really Ma Qingyuan!

After Lu Heng glanced at Ma Qingyuan fixedly, he also made a final judgment in his heart based on the flaws that this person flashed by.

"Lu Gongzi, you must know that changing other people's surnames at will will lead to jail!" Ma Qingyuan threatened.

Seeing the grim look on Ma Qingyuan's face, Lu Heng glanced at him fixedly, but suddenly burst out laughing. Stretched out his hand to pat Ma Qingyuan's shoulder, raised his eyebrows and said, "It's just a joke, why should Brother Ma be so serious?" ”

"It's not funny!" The corners of Ma Qingyuan's eyes twitched, staring at Lu Heng and said in a deep voice.

"Since Brother Ma doesn't like it, forget it!" Lu Heng shrugged his shoulders and said with a regretful expression.

There is a sentence on the left, Brother Ma, which obviously identifies the identity of this white-clothed scribe. Although he was panicked and angry in his heart, Ma Qingyuan could only hold back.

Just his threats can only make threats. He didn't dare to really report to the official and cure Lu Heng's crime. If you really report to the official, then the matter is beyond your control.

Moreover, looking at this Lu Heng's face that he was sure of you, Ma Qingyuan felt faintly in his heart.

If you report to the official once you report to the official, you will fall for this scholar's plan!

(To be continued)