Liu Fuzi knew in his heart that there was no need for him to continue writing this poem today.

Now that there are five masterpieces made by Yun Yi Zhan Cha Zhu Yu in front of him, even if he can make poems of the same level, he has completely lost to Yun Yi.

Moreover, with his ability, not to mention in a short period of time, even if he is given enough time, he may not be able to create such a masterpiece.

At this time, he had completely lost, not only losing the competition, but also losing his character and reputation.

Today, Yunyi's five masterpieces are out, and the rumor about Yunyi's misappropriation of his poems is naturally self-defeating.

The thing that Liu Fuzi regrets most now is to admit that Jiang Xue was done by himself in front of everyone.

Knowing people without knowing people is already a catastrophe for a master.

What's more, he also framed students for stealing their own poems!

After today, my reputation among scholars may be completely stinky.

Glancing at Yun Yi standing with his hands in the crowd with difficulty, Liu Fuzi felt an indescribable bitterness in his heart.

This genius who made five masterpieces in one breath was once his own student!

If only I could have been more tolerant of him.

If he hadn't removed him from the private school.

If only I could accept him again that day.

If only he hadn't spread rumors that he had misappropriated his own poems.

If......

Countless thoughts surged in Liu Fuzi's heart, and finally turned into endless regret.

As his throat became sweet, a mouthful of blood spurted out by him.

Immediately, the pale-faced Master Liu fainted in the lobby of Fumanlou so straight.

Seeing this, there was a panic around.

When Zhuang Jing'an had just entered the door, the shopkeeper of Fumanlou had already hurriedly sent someone to inform the owner Zhou Wangcai.

At this time, seeing Liu Fuzi vomiting blood and fainting in his restaurant, although Zhou Wangcai was unlucky, he didn't dare to leave it alone.

I saw him wave his hand towards the shopkeeper of Fumanlou, and a few guys stepped forward to carry Liu Fuzi and hurried towards the medical hall.

"This Liu Xiucai is really a teacher in vain, and for the sake of a small reputation, he actually framed his own students."

"As far as I know, before he removed Yun Gongzi, he often insulted and belittled Yun Gongzi, and I heard that he gave Yun Gongzi the nickname of Yun Nerd!"

"Such a person who doesn't know people and has a poor character, where is there any qualification to open a private school as a master!"

"My uncle's youngest grandson is about to be enlightened, and I have to tell him another day, but I must not choose Liu Xiucai to be the master."

"It's not just Liu Xiucai, but also the guys who were in cahoots with him just now, so you have to be more careful."

……

Although Liu Fuzi was carried to the hospital, the discussion did not stop.

On the contrary, because of the departure of the Lord, he became more unscrupulous.

"If I had known that Yun Gongzi had such a poetic talent, I should have come to the door as soon as possible to ask for poetry."

Seeing Yunyi, a guy who doesn't give himself face, was in the limelight, although Zhou Wangcai was annoyed, he still had a flattering smile on his face.

"We are also old acquaintances, since you have opened your mouth outside Zhou Yuan, how can I bear to refuse!"

"Today's five poems, Zhou Yuanwai can find someone to inscribe on the painting."

"As for this pen fee, with Mr. Zhuang present today, I will charge you ten taels of silver at a friendly price, okay?"

Yun Yi didn't want to provoke Zhou Wangcai, but since this wronged boss took the initiative to send it to the door, how could he not kill him.

You must know that your five poems today are all written for his paintings of Fumanlou.

Even if he doesn't inscribe poems on paintings, as long as someone mentions these poems in the future, they will always think of the place Fumanlou.

I have done publicity for his Fumanlou, and it is natural to collect some advertising fees.

"This ......"

Zhou Wangcai didn't expect Yunyi to give him such a play, his face turned black at the moment, and he almost didn't scold his mother directly.

His original idea was to wait for this matter, and then find someone to inscribe the poem on the painting.

Since these poems are based on the paintings of his restaurant, they naturally have to be used directly.

But as soon as Yunyi's words came out, he was put on fire.

If he doesn't moisten the pen, it means that what he said before is farting.

If you take out the moisturizer, it will really become a big wrong.

After all, these poems were not written by him Zhou Wangcai begging Yun Yi.

Just when Zhou Wangcai was hesitating, Zhuang Jing'an, who had been silent, suddenly opened his mouth.

"Since Zhou Yuanwai is so sincere, and the price given by Yunyi is quite reasonable, I think this matter should be done!"

After Zhuang Jing'an finished speaking, he didn't wait for Zhou Wangcai to answer, turned around and walked outside.

Invited to participate in the gathering of literati in Linjiang County today, Zhuang Jing'an was a little reluctant.

Now that this incident has caused trouble, there is naturally no need to participate in this party.

He knew that Yun Yi and the Zhou family had always had a gap, and since Yun Yi had inscribed a poem on this Fumanlou, there was naturally no reason to work in vain.

So before leaving, he gave the matter of polishing the pen in one fell swoop.

Zhou Wangcai was still thinking hard about meditating, and was going to find some excuse to shirk the matter of polishing the pen.

But what he didn't expect was that Zhuang Jing'an, who had never asked about mundane things, actually helped Yunyi speak in public.

At this time, even if Zhou Wangcai is unwilling, the fifty taels of silver will be paid.

After all, Zhuang Jing'an said this sentence in front of many readers.

If he really dares to disobey the yang and the yin, with Zhuang Jing'an's status in the hearts of these scholars, I am afraid that his future business in the future of Fumanlou will be reduced by at least eighty percent.

Looking at Zhuang Jing'an's departing back, the anger in Zhou Wangcai's heart rose for a while, but he forcibly suppressed it.

If it weren't for the slightly tugging corners of his mouth, I'm afraid no one would have thought how angry this fat man with a smile on his face was.

"Bring a silver ticket of fifty taels to Yun Gongzi."

Although the anger rose in his heart, in front of many readers, Zhou Wangcai could only choose to swallow his anger.

He glared viciously at the shopkeeper who had informed him of his arrival, turned and walked towards the back hall.

If it hadn't been for this troubled fellow who called him, why would he have lost fifty taels of silver in vain?

This money must be deducted from his salary somehow.

The shopkeeper was stared at by his own owner and felt a chill down his spine, but he couldn't figure out the reason for it for a while, so he had to hand Yun Yi fifty taels of silver tickets with a puzzled face.

"Brother Yun, congratulations!"

"Ten taels of silver for a poem, this is the only one in our Linjiang County."

It was only at this time that Wan Fat Man came to Yunyi with a compliment.

When he returned to the lobby after going to the thatched house just now, he saw Yunyi surrounded by a group of scholars.

Although he Wan Yongan has a lot of cards in the business field, but in front of these scholars, he is not even as good as a civilian.

So although Yun Yi was close in front of him, he could only stand outside helplessly and watch.

"Oh? Is this a high price? ”

Listening to Wan Fatzi's words, Yun Yi couldn't help but be puzzled.

You must know that Jiang Xue at the beginning, he won five taels of silver.

Now I ask Zhou Wangcai for ten taels of silver for a poem, it's not too much, right?

"Isn't it very high? That's pretty high! ”

Wan Fatzi glanced at Yun Yi suspiciously, and said in his heart that this Yun Gongzi shouldn't know the market of finding someone to write poems, right?

"How tall exactly?"

Hearing Wan Fat Man say this, Yun Yi also scratched his head a little embarrassed.

He really didn't know how much the poem would cost.