Chapter 167: Who Is He?

Xiao Weidong is worthy of the name of a little poet, composing poems and lyrics at his fingertips, only to see him glanced at Zhu Chenhuan contemptuously, thought a little, and then put the pen on the paper, the pen walked the dragon and snake, and the writing was smooth, although there was a pause, the speed of writing poetry was really not slow, and the ancient fragrance was not half burned, and the pen had stopped. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

He put down the brush and gently blew the undried handwriting on the paper, his face full of self-satisfaction.

In today's critical literary battle, Xiao Weidong also has great pressure in his heart, if he wins, he will naturally be happy in every way, but if he loses, then everything will be over. Fortunately, he himself has a full stomach, and today he is extraordinary, and it only took less than half of the time to complete the poem.

Seeing the unburned ancient incense, and then looking at Zhu Chenhuan, who was still standing upright, as if he hadn't thought of writing poetry, the smile on Xiao Weidong's face became more and more contemptuous and happy.

As soon as he thought that he was about to leap into the dragon gate, enter Zhao Ge's sight, and gain fame and fortune, he couldn't help but be excited and excited, he waited for so long, and finally waited for this day.

Xiao Weidong held the folding fan in his hand, waved the folding fan in his hand in a chic manner, he looked at Zhu Chenhuan with a mocking smile on his face, and said: "What's the matter? Isn't this son unable to write without ideas? This time has passed halfway, if the son doesn't use his pen again, I'm afraid the son will be defeated before the battle!"

Zhu Chenhuan put his hands behind his back, he glanced at Xiao Weidong in a little surprise, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he seemed to smile: "Xiao Gongzi was too serious just now, what did he miss?"

Xiao Weidong frowned slightly when he heard this, he looked at the literati below, and saw that these literati were all looking at Zhu Chenhuan with surprise on their faces, and when they saw Xiao Weidong, there was also a look of worry in their eyes.

"What's going on?"

Xiao Weidong suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart, he suddenly turned his head to look at the desktop in front of Zhu Chenhuan, and saw that there seemed to be black ink written on the white paper on the table!

At this time, someone in the audience closest to him said: "Brother Xiao, he has already put down his pen long before you finished writing the poem!"

"Yes, Brother Xiao, he is faster than you!"

"What?"

Xiao Weidong's eyes widened suddenly, he walked quickly to Zhu Chenhuan, stopped in front of Zhu Chenhuan's desk, and then looked at the paper on Zhu Chenhuan's desk, only to see the white paper and black words in the column!

"You...... How could you be so fast!Impossible, this is impossible!" A trace of panic flashed in Xiao Weidong's eyes, although he didn't see what Zhu Chenhuan wrote, the bad premonition in his heart had become more and more obvious.

Zhu Chenhuan yawned, glanced at Xiao Weidong very casually, shrugged his shoulders, and said with a smile: "Soon? If I tell you that this is still deliberately slowing down, so that you don't lose so ugly, how would you feel?"

Xiao Weidong's face suddenly turned ugly when he heard this, his eyes were full of gloom, Zhu Chenhuan's words were humiliation for him, and it was the biggest humiliation for his little Shixiong.

Fighting with humanity, he has always been the only time when he humiliated others, how could he have been humiliated!

Xiao Weidong clenched his hands into fists, the hateful gaze in his eyes was like a spark bursting, his face was pale, his teeth were clenched, he just glared at Zhu Chenhuan for a moment, but in the end, he still flicked his sleeves and snorted coldly: "We compare literary talents, poetry, not speed, even if you are fast, what is the use of making things that are worthless?"

As soon as his words fell, countless literati voices supported him.

"That's right, if it's faster, I can be dozens of times faster than you, but if what you write doesn't make sense, what's the difference between it and shit?"

"I am a literati, I have my own gap in my heart, and I also emphasize the meaning of the text, but you only pay attention to the surface of the article, pay attention to the speed, and do not pay attention to the depth inside, that is, you write the fastest speed, what is the use?"

"Brother Xiao is a true literati, no more than some sanctimonious guys, who have turned their backs on the roots of literati in order to obtain temporary benefits, if this kind of person is an official in the same dynasty as us, how unfortunate it will be!"

"That's right! I suggest that everyone go to the court together and deprive this person of the right to gain fame, we Nanshu literati disdain to be with you!"

The literati in Dawan City are all at odds, and they will deprive Zhu Chenhuan of the right to gain fame when they exit, and belittle Zhu Chenhuan's literati character when they close their mouths.

It's just that how do they know that the thing they think is most important to scholars, for Zhu Chenhuan, it can't even be regarded as a shoe, if he gives up, he will give up, if he doesn't, there will be nothing, what does it have to do with him?

In the window position, Shi Yuqing saw that the literati of Dawan City were criticizing and writing, and they were united in their hearts, with no expression on the surface, but they also nodded slightly in their hearts, although the literati of Nanshu attached too much importance to fame and fortune, but at least in the literati roots, it remained unchanged.

In the corner, the Zhenwei Dart Bureau and his party were a little ugly, Han Shuanglong's brows were slightly furrowed, He Wei clenched his hands into fists, his eyes were full of anger, if it weren't for Lu Qingtian forbidding anyone to make a move, he would have beaten these nonsense literati to kneel and beg for mercy, daring to slander his brother's reputation like this, it was really angry to him.

Wendou in the ring.

Xiao Weidong saw that everyone supported him, and he was playing by himself, a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, he looked at Zhu Chenhuan on the side with disdain, and said in his heart, even if you are fast and talented, what is the use? As long as your poems are not really earth-shattering, even if you are better than my poems, what is the use of the people's aspirations?

Zhu Chenhuan saw that the literati below were all aiming at him as if their heads were missing a string, and his face still had a light and breezy expression, only to see his mouth open slightly, and said softly: "A group of foolish people!"

"What did you say?" Xiao Weidong saw Zhu Chenhuan's mouth open, but he didn't hear his voice.

Zhu Chenhuan shrugged: "I didn't say anything, the incense has been burned, it's time to decide the winner, right?"

Xiao Weidong's eyes flashed with a fine light, he believed in his work very much, although the titles of Wendou were randomly selected, but after all, he had been playing Wendou since he was a child, a game that was not a game, and he was already familiar with its theme, even if he couldn't determine the final theme, it was not difficult to prepare in advance.

So although it was a temporary spring poem theme, in his heart, there were already dozens of alternative poems.

If he says that he writes poetry on the spot, how can he really write poetry on the spot?

Playing with the rules, playing with the number between the enemy and the applause, as the son of the city captain, how could he not be familiar with it.

At this time, he was confident that he would not lose to this arrogant opponent.

If you dare to use it shorter than yourself, then don't blame yourself for being vicious!