Hearing Zuo Qianqian's laughter, it was as if salt had been sprinkled on the wound, which stung Zhang He's self-esteem

He turned his head to look at Zuo Qianqian in surprise, and said a little angrily, "You deliberately brought such a person to humiliate me, right?" Even if you don't like me, why do you hurt people like this, Zuo Qianqian! ”

Zuo Qianqian restrained her smile, and sighed at Zhang He with some tears and laughter, "Zhang He, is it your uncle Wang Xiangguo who spoiled you?" In this case, you don't use your brain, he just said, there is his wife in the group of people who come, and you see for yourself, which one will have a worse background than you? You say that you have no one in your eyes, and it is your little talent that you rely on? ”

In fact, Zuo Qianqian couldn't get used to Zhang He for a long time, so she deliberately wanted to take Song Yicai out of the limelight and hit the arrogance of this group of people.

Zuo Qianqian's father is the retired Ministry of Rites, at this time, these people in the pavilion, the most unfortunate in the capital also have some relationship, and Zhang He is even more to call the current court minister Wang Weishi as the uncle, but this Zhang He is a little talented, and Wang Weishi likes it in the family, so he dares to confess his mind to Zuo Qianqian several times.

It's a pity that Zuo Qianqian has been getting along with the Seven Princes and others for a long time, where can she look down on such a grandson who is not exaggerated even if he is exaggerated?

Zuo Qianqian's words once again caused everyone to be in an uproar.

At this time, Huang Ying and the others finally arrived outside the pavilion, and Zhang He was about to say something, but suddenly opened his mouth wide and saw that the most beautiful person among the group of women who came from a distance actually walked into the pavilion, walked to Song Yi's side and said with a smile, "Why are you here?" ”

For a moment, the atmosphere was eerily quiet.

Some people are shocked, some people are laughing!

Song Yi turned his head and pointed at Zuo Qianqian and smiled bitterly, "It's not all her, you have to pull me to such a boring place."

Zuo Qianqian stuck out her tongue innocently, and held Huang Ying's hand in the past, the relationship between the two has long been considered intimate, and Huang Ying naturally can't blame Zuo Qianqian.

At this time, the woman who came over with Huang Ying said a little excitedly, "Sister Huang Ying, is this your Xianggong Yanyun King?" ”

Huang Ying smiled apologetically, and then introduced Song Yi to the sisters who knew each other in front of everyone

The surroundings suddenly boiled, and the people in the pavilion who originally wanted to stand on Zhang He's side were also dumbfounded and looked at Song Yi who was shaking Zhang He's fan, and suddenly felt that his image seemed to emit some kind of divine light.

These people scrambled to be the first, and someone actually brought a pen over and wanted Song Yi to write the first word on his clothes, even if it was just a word

Song Yi couldn't cry or laugh, this scene looked like a star in later generations meeting a star chaser!

He was surrounded by a group of people tightly, Huang Ying and Zuo Qianqian laughed happily, and the saddest person at this time, such as falling into the ice cave, was only Zhang He.

Even the woman who had argued with Song Yi before put down her self-esteem at this time, and followed a few sisters who wanted to be good to come over and beg Song Yi to draw a handwriting on her clothes!

This was much more painful than a slap in Zhang He's face, he clenched his fists with a pale face, and suddenly shouted out with some gaffe, "Even if you are the king of Yanyun, you are not the first person in the literary world!" ”

The person who loses in a child's fight will always leave a cruel word, or run home to call his parents, this behavior will gradually disappear as the person matures, but at this moment Zhang He made this fatal mistake.

He wanted to say that the first person in the literary world was his uncle Wang Weishi, and Song Yi should not be publicized in front of him, but this logic seems so naïve to everyone!

The moment the words came out, even Zhang He felt naïve, because the fan in his hand was not inscribed with Wang Wei-style poems, but from the legendary Song Yi.

Looking at everyone's idiot-like gazes, Zhang He was ashamed to death, but he stubbornly said to Song Yi, "Even if it was my fault before, if you showed your identity at the beginning, I would naturally not dare to make a mistake, and with your identity as King Yanyun, you are embarrassed by my small people, isn't this a loss of identity?" ”

Song Yi smiled faintly, "Your idea is really a bit ridiculous, you didn't ask my identity first when you wanted to bully people, and now you want to use the first person in the literary world to suppress me?" But let me ask, who is the first? I'll call myself second! Who wants to call themselves number one? Who? Is it Wang Xiangguo? ”

Song Yi's aggressive words lined his momentum without being angry and arrogant, and the momentum that should have belonged to King Yanyun suddenly made the atmosphere in the arena tense.

Everyone felt a kind of oppression, a kind of heartbreak.

Wen Wu is the first, but Song Yi claims to be the second, how rampant is this?

But, who will argue against him at this time? Zhang He?

Naturally, he didn't dare to raise his head with a pale face, and the others were only left with admiration!

For the first time, the literati momentum they aspired to was presented in front of them in the most direct and domineering way.

Everyone knows that there is a saying in the literary world that when the prime minister of the dynasty, Wang Wei Shi is the leader of the literary world, that is, the first! But after all, it was someone else's touting, and at this time, Song Yi openly claimed to be second, although it did sound very rampant, but this feeling also made onlookers like Zuo Qianqian and Huang Ying feel very enjoyable!

This is much more enjoyable than Song Yi saying that he is the first in the literary world, because he is called the second, so if someone wants to be called the first, he must compare it with Song Yi!

And today, Song Yi is rumored to be crowned king with talent, and is regarded as a celestial man in the minds of literati, even if it is Wang Wei's light, in fact, after the news of Song Yi's kingship came out, he has already fallen off the altar.

During the session, no one dared to say a word, and some simple-minded women stared at Song Yi in their eyes as if they were looking at dazzling little stars.

No one looked at Zhang He again.

Just when Zhang He couldn't raise his head, Song Yi's tone changed a little and sighed, "Actually, you and I are both literati, why bother each other?" If you are not convinced, you can go to Yanyun to try how many catties you have, and I can even give you a step to play, which must be more accomplished than if you only write lyrics in the countryside. ”

The crowd was in an uproar!

Song Yi slapped Zhang He in public and sent him an invitation?

Even Zhang He raised his head and looked at Song Yi in surprise, a little puzzled! Could it be that Song Yi wanted to mock him again? But it seemed that Song Yi's face was calm and calm, without the slightest hint of embarrassment or ridicule.

Zhang He was a little dazed, it was the first time he had seen King Yanyun, but in such an extremely embarrassing way, what he saw today would definitely become an indelible experience for him in his life.

Song Yi saw that Zhang He's eyes were full of confusion, and he couldn't help but change his smile to a softer smile, and then said the words of invitation to Zhang He to the whole audience

Everyone was also a little surprised, but it was inevitable that some people would be moved. After all, this Yanyun King in front of him looked so charming and domineering!

There is no first, and this may make the entire world's literary world become interesting from now on!