Chapter 52: Three Steps

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Wei Qiao's face smiled even more, and he immediately exhaled, threw away the melon seeds in his hand, clapped his hands, and said to Xiangling Fu Yang: "You guys are waiting for me here." ”

The two of them immediately nodded again and again, looking extremely excited, looking forward to the young master's surprise and stunning appearance.

Chu Yu and the fat man with a resentful face followed behind Wei Qiao, not far or close, looking east and west from time to time, as if looking at the scenery.

Wei Qiao ignored the two of them, he used his toes to understand what was going on.

As Wei Qiao came up from the north to the high platform, everyone turned their eyes to him for a while.

The first time there was no direct response, and the second time the sentence 'Wei Qiao went to the toilet'. What a fierce life it takes to say such a surname!

"This is Wei Qiao, I don't see anything special......" A scholar looked at Gao Taidao with a puzzled face.

"Hey, this is a real person who doesn't show his face, how can it be so easy for you to see it......" A scholar said with a face that said "I know the inside story".

"That's, don't you see? From Lian Yuan, Zhou Shaoyang to Chu Han, as if he said yes, can it be simple to challenge him one after another? A scholar said in a tone of lesson.

"It's hard to say this, who knows what this Weiqiao has done to hurt the heavens and reason......" a scholar shook his head and said.

For the following discussions, the stage was a little weird.

Chu Han sat there, his expression excited, his fists clenched.

Wu Fangyuan looked at Wei Qiao with sharp eyes, as if he was looking for his unusualness.

Zhao Yuankui snorted coldly, didn't even look at Wei Qiao with a cold face, turned his head and walked a few steps forward, and said in a deep voice to Zhou Shaoyang below: "You guys should come up too." ”

When Zhou Shaoyang heard this, although he tried his best to suppress it, his face was happy, and he walked quickly towards the north.

Wei Qiao stood there looking at his nose and nose, but there were countless thoughts in his heart. Today's journey is really weird.

No one paid attention to Wei Qiao, and Zhou Shaoyang quickly went to the high platform and made it to Chu Han's right in turn.

Zhao Yuankui glanced at Wei Qiao with an unswerving expression, snorted coldly, sat down, and nodded with Wu Fangyuan.

Wu Fangyuan took a step forward, glanced at Wei Qiao, who was always indifferent, and said loudly: "Now, challenge Wei Qiao in a row, chess, piano, calligraphy and painting, poetry and poetry, choose the same!" ”

As soon as Wu Fangyuan's voice fell, the audience began to discuss.

"Sure enough, I don't know how talented this Wei Qiao is, and he won't step down in one fell swoop, right?"

"Not really, I think the two Hanlin will not let go of the opportunity to test the three......"

"It's extreme, even if this Wei Qiao really has no ink on his chest, it is estimated that he will have to hold on for a while......"

Lian Yuan listened to the discussions below, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth, and stood up with gloomy eyes. Wei Qiao directly played missing just now, which not only made him lose his chance to get angry, but also made him sneered at in public by everyone, which was a great shame for him!

Lian Lian's teeth were grinding fiercely, looking at Wei Qiao's eyes flashing with resentment, although he tried his best to show calm and indifference, he couldn't help but sneer on his face and said: "I'll ask Wei Gongzi to write a poem, any poem!" ”

Lian Yu still thinks that Wei Qiao is just a second-generation gentleman who knows some strange skills and some tongues, and he doesn't think that Wei Qiao can compose poetry, even if he can, he has to do it secretly for a long time, and he can't do it at all!

After he finished speaking, the resentment in his heart swelled sharply, his eyes looked at Wei Qiao coldly, his teeth grinded, but his face made a light and cloudy appearance.

Zhao Yuankui's eyes were slightly closed, and he snorted coldly in his nose, obviously not approving that Wei Qiao would make any good poems.

Wu Fangyuan was a little curious, glanced at the other two, and set his eyes on Wei Qiao.

In the back curtain, many people also showed interest.

The old man in the Chinese costume touched the "Anecdote of Taizu" in his hand, and his eyes flashed indifferently, as if he was pondering and hesitating something.

Yi Yun and Master Yinkong had already set up a chess game, and at this time they raised their heads and looked in the direction of the high platform. The 'Ning girl' was still holding the book in both hands, her pretty face was like jade, her eyes blinked slightly, and she looked at the book on her knees intently, as if everything in the outside world had nothing to do with her and could not disturb her for half a minute.

Wei Qiao looked at Lian Yu with a sneer on his face and frowned slightly.

Seeing Wei Qiao frowning, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl, and his face showed a smug and sarcastic look.

Wei Qiao had a thought in his heart, he remembered a lot of poems before, but they were all a little vague and incomplete for a while. More importantly, be scene-appropriate!

Zhou Shaoyang's eyes flashed with contempt in the distance, and Zhao Yuankui also closed his eyes.

Wei Qiao was silent, and the audience became even more discussed.

"Won't? This Wei Qiao can't really write poetry, right? ”

"I don't know, haven't I heard that there is such a person in Jinling?"

"It's impossible, Chu Han and Zhou Shaoyang joined forces, how could the three of them provoke an unknown person at the same time......"

Lian Yu looked at Wei Qiao with a smile on his face, and asked with a concerned face, "What?" Wei Gongzi can't do it......"

Wei Qiao glanced at him, lowered his head and took three steps forward, suddenly looked back at Lian Yuan, and said, "The black clouds are crushing the city and want to destroy it, and the armor light opens towards the golden scales." The sound of horns fills the sky with autumn colors, stuffed with rouge and night purple. Half a roll of red flags is in the water, and the frost is heavy and the cold is silent. repay the king's will on the golden platform, and carry the jade dragon to die for the king. ”

Wei Qiao finished reading a poem, and then stood there with a faint expression, his eyes were slightly closed, calm and indifferent, but it showed how reluctant he was just now.

Zhao Yuankui suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were cold, and after thinking about it carefully, no one had ever written this poem, his eyes swept over Wei Qiao's body, and he snorted coldly and closed it.

Zhou Shaoyang's face with his eyes closed and sneering suddenly changed, his eyes suddenly opened, his eyes stared at Wei Qiao slightly, and then glanced at Chu Han, his face was solemn.

Lian Yu was even more directly stuck there, his face was stiff, his eyes were wide, the corners of his mouth twitched, his fingers pointed at Wei Qiao, as if he was thinking something, but his throat was stirring, but he couldn't say a word!