Seeing that the originally harmonious and jubilant atmosphere was ruined by such a second ancestor, Liu Maozeng on the stage showed displeasure, this time last year, Zhou Zongan, the grandson of the Changshan Gong, led the family outside the lamp tower after drinking and beat others.

The lawsuits all went to Jingzhao Mansion Yin, and their internal affairs department was also guilty of improper organization, so Liu Maozeng not only did not have any good impression of him, but disliked him very much.

If it weren't for the fact that the dukes of the Ming Dynasty were all hereditary, and his grandfather was the emperor of the year, Liu Maozeng would never have let him come up to the ninth floor.

At present, he doesn't plan to speak out to persuade him, just take this opportunity to probe the bottom of Chu Yuan and see if he is in vain.

If Chu Yuan dares to tear his face directly with Zhou Zong'an, it means that Chu Yuan is deeply favored by His Majesty, and he will definitely redouble his favor in the future.

In the pavilion, Chu Yuan sat cross-legged on the tuanpu, with one hand on his cheeks, looking at this pockmarked clown with interest.

"It turned out to be Zhou Gongzi in person, I don't know what kind of bad Zhou Gongzi is doing in the court now?"

"Hmph, what if you don't have an official position, my grandfather has made great contributions to the Ming Dynasty, how can he be compared to a momentary favored eunuch like you?!"

Zhou Zongan stood on his four-legged table hand, his nostrils tilted to the side, showing a very disdainful expression and chattering.

Shangguan Caidie's momentum soared, and her beautiful eyes were cold, as if she had changed someone.

Chu Yuan held her hand and pinched it, and she gritted her teeth and let go of the momentum around her body with a long sigh of relief.

I saw Chu Yuan stand up with a smile, gently shake the folding fan and walk to Zhou Zongan's table, Zhou Zongan was short, only as tall as Chu Yuan's chest, and his nostrils were pouting.

He saw Chu Yuan's graceful and wicked smile, and sneered: "Why, you don't ......"

"Smack!"

Before he finished speaking, Chu Yuan immediately rewarded him with a loud slap, which blinded Zhou Zong'an, who fell to the ground, and did not recover for a long time, only raised a hand and pointed at Chu Yuan tremblingly.

"How the fuck do you dare to hit me?"

Chu Yuan looked at his palm and chuckled: "I don't know if I drank a few more glasses, and this hand began to disobey the call, Zhou Gongzi didn't hurt you, right?" ”

Zhou Zongan struggled to get up, and the mad demon threw the things in front of the table towards Chu Yuan, but they were all caught one by one.

Not to mention that he himself has no cultivation, even if he is in this light tower, you don't even think about it.

The Secretary of the Interior is directly under the Imperial Court, and this is the place of focus, how can there be no master of Ouchi?

Just as he lifted the flask and spilled the wine all over his body in anger, Chu Yuan impatiently stepped forward and grabbed his arm, and threw it heavily on the middle aisle with an over-the-shoulder fall.

"Ahem, there are still people who take care of no one, I am a good man, if anyone teaches me a lesson to this son of a bitch, I will reward a thousand taels!"

Zhou Zongan roared in all directions, but instead of a single person present coming up to help, they laughed out loud, which made him red-eyed.

Chu Yuan put away the folding fan, grabbed his collar, and took the handle of the fan to turn around in his mouth until his mouth was full of blood.

"If Chang Shangong knew that his descendants were this kind of bears, I am afraid that he would be able to jump out of the coffin board, and you are just relying on the merits of your ancestors to enjoy the glory and wealth that ordinary people cannot touch."

"You should have been complacent and grateful to Your Majesty for your Long's grace and being a man with your tail between your legs, but now it is so rampant, this lesson is a lesson I teach you for Your Majesty and your ancestors."

"Now get up for me, fuck off!"

Zhou Zongan was like a very fat rooster, which was picked up by Chu Yuan with one hand and thrown five meters away.

He was not a pure fool, knowing that he couldn't fight Chu Yuan without a helper here, so he could only run out in disgrace.

The hall burst into laughter, praising Chu Yuan's actions, which shows that this Zhou Zong'an is really hateful and has caused public outrage, but because of the merits of his ancestors, he is unwilling to deal with him in general.

Now that Chu Yuan has beaten him with a mouth full of blood, it is really happy!

Liu Maozeng on the stage also nodded with great appreciation.

"Lord Liu, the episode has passed, hurry up and tell me what this year's lottery is, right?"

"That's right, you can't let Miss Chang Yue stand on the stage all the time!"

"We all want to see Miss Chang Yue's sword dance again, I wonder if we are lucky this year?"

Seeing this, Liu Maozeng stretched out his hand and asked: "In this case, Miss Chang Yue will unravel what this year's lottery is for everyone." ”

Chang Yue walked lightly, walked to the stage and gently dragged a strip of cloth with red tassels, and the two big characters embroidered with gold and silver threads appeared in everyone's sight.

Fighting poetry!

Seeing this, Chu Yuan sneered and quietly watched the people in the pavilion cheer.

"This year is good, almost everyone can participate, unlike last year, when I got any wine tasting, so I didn't even make the shortlist."

"Miss Chang Yue, what is the color head of Dou Shi?"

Chang Yue's red lips smiled lightly: "Don't you princes want to watch the sword dance of the slave family, so you will use it as a color." ”

"But ......"

Hearing this, everyone's cheers came to an abrupt end.

Chang Yue smiled sweetly: "I'm only dancing alone for the winner." ”

When the words landed, Chu Yuan was suddenly so frightened by the screaming sound that suddenly came out behind him that his wine spilled.

He turned his head to look at a triangular eye, and the boy who was dressed in a black embroidered silver thread placket stood up with a red face and shouted at the stage: "Then I don't know what the theme of this fight is about?" ”

"There is no limit to the style of poetry, and everything in the world can be the theme!"

"Okay, I'll do the first one!"

Chu Yuan wiped the wine on his chest with the handkerchief handed over by Shangguan Caidie with a disgusted expression, he really couldn't stand this guy's sharp voice like a rooster crowing.

"The slave family remembers well, this should be the son of the Wang family, the master of calligraphy in the south, right?"

"Yes, in Xia Wang Yi."

"Well, the slave family wishes Wang Gongzi's poems a good result."

Wang Yi walked to the center of the aisle, paced back and forth, and in just a cup of tea, he raised his head and said: "The day rises and the field is made at night, and the children of the village are in charge of their own homes." ”

"The children and grandchildren have not solved the problem of farming and weaving, and they also learn to grow melons in Sangyin."

As soon as this poem came out, it attracted the applause of many people, and many people said that this poem was a little childish, and only depicted the artistic conception of the daily life of the farmer.

However, Chu Yuan's eyes lit up, he didn't expect that a child of a family would export something about a farmer's family, and it was depicted properly, which was very good.

He couldn't help but feel that the voice of this prince Wang Yi had become better.

The notebook on the side wrote the poem on a large piece of rice paper propped up with a sandalwood support.

"Wang Gongzi, the diners who listen to the red sleeves often say that you often go to the countryside to farm, eat and live with ordinary people, and it seems that you can't see what you say."

"This poem will surely circulate among the people after tonight."

Wang Yizuo returned to his seat, and someone immediately jumped out.

"I'll do it too!"

"The plums are golden and the apricots are fat, and the wheat flowers are sparse and the white cauliflower is thin."

"No one has ever fallen on the fence, but dragonflies and butterflies fly."