Tang Zhuofeng was stunned by him for a moment, and then reacted, no matter what he was excited about, teach him a lesson first.

"Don't act like our Tang Mansion is bullying you, if you weren't sorry for my sister, would you be punished by Your Majesty to the Tang Mansion? Isn't all this your own fault? ”

Ning Yuchu said speechlessly: "How many times have you said it, that day in Taiping Lake, it wasn't Tang Jiu who was pushed by the master, why don't you act like you don't have long ears, you can't listen to it." ”

Tang Zhuofeng sneered: "That's because everyone has eyes to see and doesn't listen to you, if you have a complaint, just tell Your Majesty." ”

Ning Yuchu snorted lightly, he didn't want to go, the imperial grandfather had already stood on their side, and if he went, he would only be thrown back, so he didn't want to ask for hardship.

"Master doesn't have time to take care of you, if you have something to say, let it go quickly, don't delay the master to make a roll!"

He turned around and was about to go back to the desk, as soon as Tang Zhuofeng raised his steps, Ning Yuchu tripped without noticing, but fortunately, he quickly held the table.

He turned his head and gritted his teeth and said, "Tang Zhuofeng! You're looking for death! ”

Tang Zhuofeng raised his fist at him, and said with a wicked smile: "Come on, fight!" ”

If it had passed, Ning Yu would have been enraged early in the morning and rushed up to scuffle with him.

But now he's not so impulsive.

He thought that Tang Zhuofeng was a martial arts wizard, he was instructed by masters when he was young, and now he is trained in the military camp, and his martial arts are strong, and he is a famous little whirlwind in the imperial capital.

There is a huge disparity in strength between himself and him, and he can't come hard, he can only outwit.

This pondering was only in the blink of an eye, and Tang Zhuofeng saw that he raised his eyebrows, and said in a very unflat tone:

"Fighting is a reckless behavior, there is a ** share, martial arts is not as good as literary fighting, do you dare to compare with the master?"

"Wen Dou? Just you? It's the funniest joke I've heard this year, hahahaha......" Tang Zhuofeng looked up to the sky and laughed, laughing so hard that his stomach hurt.

Ning Yuchu raised his eyebrows and said provocatively: "What? Are you scared? Are you so scared that you don't dare to compare with the master? ”

Tang Zhuofeng covered his stomach and wiped away the tears that came out of laughter: "I'm afraid that you, I'm not Tang Zhuofeng, let's say, how do you want to fight?" Do you want to fight with a pen, or do you want to smash a book? I can do it, and I can even give you a hand. ”

Ning Yuchu pursed his lips in disgust: "Who fights with you with a pen, and smashes people with books, what you want to compare is chess, calligraphy and painting!" ”

Tang Zhuofeng looked him up and down: "Boy, do you know how many pounds and taels you weigh?" If you don't know, I can ask the kitchen to bring the scale, and I can compare the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, or give you a mirror, I don't know anything about it. ”

Ning Yuchu didn't ink with him, and directly asked the question: "Test your arithmetic first, Han Xin points the soldiers, there are more than two people in a group of three, three people in a group of five, and more than four people in a group of seven, may I ask, how many soldiers are there in this team at least?" ”

Tang Zhuofeng gradually stopped laughing, he couldn't help but spread his ten fingers, but he didn't say the number for a long time.

The corners of Ning Yuchu's mouth hooked, and he announced the answer: "It's fifty-three people." ”

"Change the test method, the master asked you, the left is less than 1,000, the right is more than 10,000, type, what is it?"

Tang Zhuofeng immediately gave the answer: "It's imitation." ”

Ning Yuchu nodded: "That's right, okay, one to one, in order to show fairness, there are three ways for you to choose." ”

"One is to recite the Analects backwards, the second is to play a game between the two of us, and the third is to paint, you choose."

After a while, Tang Zhuofeng raised his head and slowly showed a smile: "I choose ......"

He suddenly reached out and grabbed Ning Yuchu's collar and pressed it directly to the ground, and spit out the second half of the words: "Beat you." ”

Ning Yuchu: !!

[Why is persimmon only better than chess, calligraphy and painting, but not qin?] 】