Chapter 19 Poetry Goose

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Yesterday, the petty official burst into tears, 58 votes, which is two votes 60!

I ask for a recommendation and collect it!

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Donation means that large merchants pay money to study for those students from poor families, and this money is not directly given to students but donated to private schools, and over time there is the word "donation". However, some businessmen will privately contribute money to support students who they think will be very profitable in the future, and some students will gladly accept and are willing to become 'donors' to these merchants, and these people are often disdained by other 'quite popular' scholars, and 'donation' becomes 'support'.

Feng Youli snorted coldly, as if he disdained to be in the company of these people, but stared at Wei Qiao with cold eyes, raising his chin slightly.

Wei Qiao frowned, looked at the surrounding area, and shook his head, it was estimated that it would be difficult to leave.

"What?" Wei Qiao said lightly. His surname is now peaceful, but he is not at the mercy of others.

Feng Youli was stunned for a moment, he was conceited and talented, even the recognized No. 1 talent of the Chu family frowned when he saw him, and suddenly saw a person who had no reaction to him, he was a little unreactive.

But then he sneered in his heart, looked around with a cold gaze, and deliberately said loudly: "I heard that Brother Wei wrote poems in the Cloud Buddha Temple, and was invited into the meditation room by Master Yinkong?" I don't know if it's true or not? ”

A faint smile hung on the corner of Wei Qiao's mouth, and he looked at him leisurely, and said, "Brother Feng Xian is right. ”

This sentence choked Feng Youli a lot, he said 'Brother Wei' was just a kind word, and he didn't want Wei Qiao to take it seriously.

The corners of Feng Youli's mouth twitched, and he sneered, "Oh, then Wei Gongzi is really talented, and his thoughts are springing up?" ”

Xiangling's eyes were round, her small mouth swayed from side to side, and her silver teeth were biting. Thinking carefully, he decided that his young master was the first talent, and this little white face in front of him was really annoying. The little fist was clenched tightly, and I really wanted to go up and punch it.

The people around him were speechless, and the excitement in their eyes was overwhelming. In less than a cup of tea, the door of the stairs is the inner and outer three floors, and the crowds are crowded.

Lively is the source of gossip and everyone likes it.

Wei Qiao's wrist flipped, the string of beads turned to the palm of his hand, his thumb flipped, and he stared and said, "Brother Feng Xian, I don't know if I am talented as a brother, but there is a lot of ink in my stomach, and Wen Si is like a urine collapse." ”

'Poof'

'Huh'

'Hah'

As soon as Wei Qiao's voice fell, the surrounding crowd suddenly erupted into an extremely suppressed and strange voice.

'Wen Siru Diabetes Collapse' Xiangling's tight little face couldn't help but smile, her pretty eyes narrowed into a line and secretly looked at her young master, her little face was already wrinkled together, her eyes were not eyes, and her nose was not her nose.

Feng Youli only felt that his face was hot, and his eyes were even more angry. He didn't expect Wei Qiao to be so 'insulting', and he would say such things in public, listening to the strange voices around him, he felt even more naked!

"Then you dare to compete with me?" Feng Youli's face turned pale, and the corners of his mouth twitched. 'Brother Wei' and 'Gongzi Wei' are no longer called.

Wei Qiao pursed his lips, and said a little confused: "Why should I promise you?" Wei Qiao is very disgusted with the so-called talents in the book, as long as others provoke, he will immediately compare with others, as if he is not comparable, he can't learn, and his mind is not enough.

Feng Youli originally imagined that as soon as he said this, in front of so many people, Wei Qiao would definitely answer 'what is better' or 'you have a question', and even if it was not good, I would compare with you. But he never expected that a talented scholar who would immediately participate in the Jinshi Dabi would be able to say, 'Why should I promise you'? Some people may think that he is arrogant, but most people will think that he is not talented, he is timid, he does not dare, he is afraid of being exposed. In this era when fame is more important than life, this sentence can completely ruin a person's future!

Feng Youli was stunned for a moment, but then laughed, pointed at Wei Qiao, shook his body, and finally squatted on the ground with his stomach in his arms, shaking his head and laughing. Obviously, he thought that Wei Qiao was afraid of him coming, and the things that came out of the Cloud Buddha Temple were fake, and he used his reputation to scare Wei Qiao and expose Wei Qiao's reputation. What an exciting thing this is, plus there is a master of Yinkong in it, it is conceivable that as soon as today's incident comes out, he will definitely become famous, and Jinshi Dabi is also more calm, winning the top three is like probing for things.

Wei Qiao's gaze was always as indifferent as water, and his expression never changed. Looking at Feng Youli, who was squatting on the ground and laughing very hard, he made a move that stunned everyone and made Feng Youli's laughter stop abruptly.

"Slow down, don't rush." Wei Qiao walked behind Feng Youli, patted him lightly on the back, and then slid his palm back and forth to give him relief.

Feng Youli's laughter stopped suddenly, feeling the hand on his back, not only did his anger not go well, but he coughed violently, and his white face turned red.

The faces of the people who were watching the excitement were also extremely strange, and they glanced at each other, and suddenly burst into shocking laughter, and the laughter shook the sky, and the whole teahouse trembled.

Wei Qiao shook his head, looking at the staggering crowd, and secretly sighed that he still didn't fit in enough. Stared at Xiangling, who covered her small mouth with her hands and narrowed her eyes into a line, and walked back to the opposite side of Feng Youli.

After a long time, Feng Youli stood up with a red face, his eyes were full of fire staring at Wei Qiao, and he wanted to rush up and take a bite. The people around him immediately held back their laughter, and were quiet as if they had heard the password, staring at the three people in the middle with burning eyes.

Today is a big topic, and no one wants to miss a single thing.

"You, than, yet, yes, no, than!" Feng Youli's face was pale, and he gritted his teeth word by word.

Wei Qiao shook his head in his heart, sighed and said, "Compared to what? He felt that it was a bit irresponsible to let the popularity go away like this.

Feng Youli saw Wei Qiao agree, exhaled, his face was still blue and red, and said in a deep voice, "It's like a poem." ”

Wei Qiao frowned, and guessed that he wanted to pair up, and said silently, "I'm not good at composing poetry." ”

As soon as Wei Qiao's voice fell, no one else reacted, but the little girl Xiangling couldn't help laughing. When fighting poems in Yunfo Temple, Wei Qiao also said the same, but Chen Zhuo vomited blood and fainted on the spot.

But immediately Xiangling hurriedly covered her mouth with her small hands, blinked innocently with her big eyes, looked at the bewildered eyes around her, and quickly shook her little head. glanced at the young master with an indifferent face again, stuck out his little tongue, and hid behind Wei Qiao, revealing half of his little head.

Feng Youli stared at Wei Qiao and the two with a gloomy face, took a deep breath, shook the feather fan lightly, and suddenly saw a roast goose in the distance, the feather fan stopped, turned his head to look at Wei Qiao and said coldly: "Listen!" ”

"The goose is yellow like wine, and I love the new goose for wine.

The neck is angry, and there are many chaotic eyes.

The wings are open and suffer from the rain, and the force is small and sleepy.

The city is scattered at dusk, and the fox is helpless. ”

Wei Qiao was a little stunned, he couldn't imagine that Feng Youli's imagination was so terrifying. glanced at the people around him, and then looked down at Xiangling, who had big eyes flashing, the corners of his mouth skimmed, and said casually: "Goose goose goose, the song to the sky, the white hair floats in the green water, and the red anthurium plucks the clear waves." Well, you've won. ”

After speaking, Wei Qiao pulled the little girl who was still chattering and squeezed out of the crowd.

Wei Qiao knew that soon the whole Jinling would spread the drama of Wei Qiao and Wei Liyuan, a fake talent, being exposed in front of the teahouse by the great talent.

Hehe, I can't say that the Buddha Conference is going to be more exciting.