() Seeing that the owner of the poetry club stared at the "Wendou" under the building with worried eyes, the steward who was in charge of taking care of the poetry club on the side looked at it and asked: "The owner of the society, do you want me to go down and settle this matter?" ”

In the past, if it wasn't for the fight, the owner wouldn't have taken a second look at those "literary fights", after all, it is also something that every poetry club is accustomed to, and people who know some rules and a little bit of etiquette will stop at the point.

After all, the poetry society is actually a place where Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon is also a place, and sometimes friends are met with literature, so there are all tastes that meet nobles and rise to prominence, but if they are too conceited and overly victorious, they will inadvertently offend people.

If there are rampant and unreasonable people who do not forgive people, the owner will throw people out without hesitation, and he does not like rude people.

The situation downstairs is a man and a woman fighting, and the steward has always been attracted to wait and see, and reasonable people know that the man in brocade has no one in his eyes, arrogant and arrogant, and deliberately makes things difficult for women, but he has not yet touched the bottom line of being kicked out.

"Go and get the pen and paper and sharpen the ink for me." The owner suddenly commanded, the corners of his mouth whispered something, and he turned around and hurried into the study.

"Yes." The steward hurriedly followed, and when he entered the door, he quickly prepared a pen and paper for the owner, while grinding ink.

The owner often improvises poems when he catches inspiration, and this inspiration often comes suddenly, and the steward is used to it, but he has been unable to figure out where the inspiration came again.

The owner muttered while writing ink, and soon a few lines of words fell on the paper, and the steward's hand kept watching, and he found that the paper was actually the woman's question.

It turned out that the owner was aroused by this question to solve the nature of the problem, and was about to explore it, but even the owner frowned at it, and it seems that this question is really difficult.

The steward thought to himself, and he was a little curious about the answer.

Concentrate on the paper to mention the words and deduce, one after another used several blank papers, the owner finally put the pen, and the contemplation between the eyebrows finally dispersed, as if the willows were dark.

"The owner. Is this coming out? The steward asked.

The owner nodded slowly, checked his calculation from beginning to end, and checked whether there were any errors or omissions, and he said, "If there is no mistake, this is the answer." ”

Then he put the paper away again, turned around and walked out of the study: "Go, follow me downstairs." ”

Poetry of the moment

In front of the list in the lobby of the society.

The brocade man and Bai Rong stood opposite each other, and behind Bai Rong were Gu Ziyuan and others, all of whom were all condensed, so that the brocade man was about to breathe, and the hand under his sleeve was secretly clenched, trembling slightly, but he didn't dare to make a sound.

A stick of incense was about to burn out, Bai Rong glanced at it lightly, yawned and pretended to be impatient: "This colleague, it seems that a long time has passed, and I don't see you moving paper and pen, aren't you doing mental calculations?" ”

The man in brocade choked for a moment, and subconsciously followed Bai Rong's words and quibbled: "Yes, yes, don't disturb me." If I'm messing up my mind, you're deliberately stumbling on me. ”

Bai Rongtai responded comfortably: "That's it, I don't want to be too embarrassed for your colleague, you tell me what kind of way your mental arithmetic used, if it's right, I don't need you to say the answer, it's always okay, right?" ”

The colleagues around him began to wonder: "Will he be able to?" I'm still waiting for the answer. ”

Someone said disdainfully: "I think he looks like this, look at that face, if you knew how to calculate, you would have said it a long time ago." ”

The man in brocade was forced by embarrassment, and he didn't know what he thought, so he suddenly turned his face, pointed at Bai Rong and said, "If you answer me one more question, I will answer your question!" ”

Gu Ziyuan said coldly: "Are you trying to cheat?" ”

"What's the matter with you?" The man in brocade deliberately roared loudly, he turned his head and asked Bai Rong again: "Since you are so powerful and capable, you also know a little about the three officials' conspiracy in the past few months, who do you think did this matter?" ”

As soon as the words "Rebellion of the Three Officials" fell, almost everyone in the poetry club was instantly silent, and the scene seemed to have fallen into some weird stalemate, and some people even quietly left the poetry club.

Bai Rongxiu frowned slightly and did not speak.

She didn't know what this "three officials conspiracy" was, but she also knew that the man in brocade clothes deliberately wanted to lead her into a trap, and she didn't have to bump into it, not to mention that it was him who was supposed to answer the question, not her, she just had to be silent

"Huh, can't tell? Wasn't it just like I was very proud, and I looked like I knew everything, ah? Seeing that Bai Rong was dumb, the man in brocade wanted to push her to provoke her to speak.

The hand close to Bai Rong was grabbed fiercely, and the cold light bloomed in Gu Ziyuan's eyes, and the man in brocade only

He felt a chilling intimidation pressing him like a rock.

"Don't touch her with your dirty hands." Gu Ziyuan's face was gloomy.

The man in brocade was so frightened that he suddenly broke free, accidentally fell backwards, and fell to the ground.

"Ah, hit someone, hit someone!" The brocade-clothed man simply didn't do anything, his face was dead, and he pretended to be injured and looked unbearable.

The steward said, "Get out of the way, the owner is here." ”

The crowd parted ways, and the owner walked in,

As if grasping the last straw, the man in brocade didn't care about his image, and hurriedly asked for help: "The owner of the society, you came just in time, they relied on many people to oppress me as a weak scholar, and so many people saw it, right?" You all saw that he hit me, right? ”

The other colleagues didn't expect him to be so despicable and shameless, they all rolled their eyes and didn't bother to pay attention to him, even if he was indeed beaten, but none of the people present testified for him, and the man in brocade was embarrassed and annoyed.

"I only saw that you were openly stirring up trouble, full of foul language, and messing around, disrupting the order of the poetry society." The head of the society said in a deep voice, "Come on, drive him out." ”

"Wait." Bai Rong stopped them and said to the man, "You lost, please fulfill the gambling contract, manly man, if you can't solve the problem, forget it, shouldn't you even be willing to gamble and lose?" ”

The man in brocade had a gray face, and even if he was kicked out, he still had to yell at the street, where would his face go?

But with so many people watching, he had already lost face, he couldn't fight, and he was afraid that they wouldn't let him go, so in the end he could only grit his teeth and make a black face, and shouted three times outside: "I'm sick!" ”

In the end, he slipped away in embarrassment.

The owner looked at Bai Rong and the people around her seriously.

The man in brocade deliberately asked some questions about politics, trying to frame her for the crime of vainly talking about the government, but fortunately, this girl was calm and calm in the situation, and she did not fall for it.

And the few friends around her don't seem to be small roles, it seems that this group of young people is not simple.

In the originally silent poetry club, someone spoke: "Owner, such a person should be more careful in the future, even for the sake of the reputation of your poetry club, you must also beware." ”