Xiao Haitang's murderous heart rose, but his face was not abnormal, and he still talked to the people around him with a smile, praising the poems written by the other party must be excellent. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

Three days ago, Su Bingnan walked away after his victory, and in the afternoon, a person came from Tianfu.

This person had a token in his hand, and after seeing Xiao Haitang, he explained his intention: Hao Zhi wanted to kill Su Bingnan.

Hao Zhi wanted to kill Su Bingnan before, but in the end he failed, the noise between the two parties was too big, and it would definitely spread to the capital, and he would also fall into a passive situation.

As a party official, Hao Zhi could not be indifferent, and it was impossible to forget everything Su Bingnan had done.

For some reason, Hao Zhi's subconscious always rejected Su Bingnan inexplicably, feeling uncomfortable and uneasy about the other party's existence. This also made him want to kill Su Bingnan even more.

So, the person who found Xiao Haitang came with Hao Zhi's will.

He found Xiao Haitang, and the two sides reached some kind of exchange of interests, as long as Xiao Haitang can finally kill Su Bingnan, then the Xiao family will have the biggest backer in Yingtianfu.

Even so, Xiao Haitang was still hesitant in his heart, the shadow brought to him by the failure of the martial arts field that day was too heavy, and he was certainly angry at Su Bingnan, but he also had a deep fear in his heart.

But when Yan Zihan found him and said that he was going to leave the Xiao family and leave him, he could no longer hold back the anger in his heart.

The intertwining of interests and anger made him finally make up his mind to kill Su Bingnan.

Glancing at Liang Quanneng, who was sitting firmly on the Diaoyu Tai, Xiao Haitang sighed helplessly in his heart, if Lord Liang was willing to help with all his might, Su Bingnan would definitely die this time.

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At this time, the playing was temporarily over, and the four beauties gathered together to look at the stacked papers in front of them.

Picking out a few relatively good poems, Di Bingfan stood up and said, "Xue Xuan, Lord Xue, I wonder if you are willing to let everyone read this poem you composed?"

Many people present set their eyes on one person, all of them are the heads of Xuzhou, and most of them are familiar with each other on weekdays, this Lord Xue is also in a high position in Xuzhou, holding great power.

The Zhongnan man named Xue Xuan was a little complacent, but said lightly: "A few verses that can't be put on the stage make everyone laugh." ”

With his consent, the poem was also passed on one by one and watched by all.

When the paper raft arrived in Peng Cheng's hands, it had been seen by most people, and listening to people's words, Peng Cheng knew that this poem was a good product.

“...... At that time, Yu traced the old state, and went to the south to visit here. The terrain lingers around the green mountains, and the city is steep and pulls out the pillow yellow stream. Burn the millennium mound of Yu Haojie, and the 100-foot building of the old and beautiful woman in spring. Zhou Ran failed to exhaust the past, and Guanhe put down the flood boat again......"

Looking at the beautiful and smooth calligraphy on the paper, Peng Cheng knew that this was not something he could make, and the maximum he could do was only to be literate and write. If you want him to dance and write, it is better to have him kill people.

Soon, the poem was circulated.

"It's a 'burn Yu Haojie Millennium Grave'. Liang Quanneng praised: "In this poem, 'burn the thousand-year-old tomb of Yu Haojie, and the 100-foot building of the old and beautiful woman in spring.'" As soon as this sentence appears, the artistic conception is exhausted. Haha, Xue Xuan, you're going to be in the limelight today. ”

Xue Xuan said modestly: "The adult is overrated, and the lower level is limited, this is just a flash of inspiration, a fluke." ”

Liang Quanneng said: "The article is a clever hand, as long as the poetry is good, everything is good." ”

Xue Xuan concealed his smugness, and drank a glass of wine with a faint smile, as if he didn't take these things to heart at all.

Two more poems were extracted, and Jian Shuirui said softly to everyone: "Zhou Zizhi, Lord Zhou, I wonder if you would like to let you taste this poem?"

Zhou Zizhi naturally happily followed.

Since the birth of the middle of Chu, the word gradually flourished during the reign of Emperor Wen of Dahao, and now, it has the same status as poetry.

Everyone looked at the poem made by Zhou Zizhi, and couldn't help but feel happy in their hearts, and several people couldn't help but read it out loud.

“...... The moon on the edge of the bridge is shining on the Mid-Autumn Festival several times. Every year, the night is clear, accompany me and you to travel. Thousands of miles with each other, see all the Wu Bo more and more mountains, but also to the ancient Xuzhou. It should be an old frost beard, looking west and leaning on the Yellow Building. The sky is like water, the clouds are like sweeping, and the soul flows. I don't know what day it is, and I am relatively sad. What happened when he returned from his homeland, he remembered that Yi Nanzhi was shocked, and he was ashamed of the jade toad. Step on the shadow of the dredging tong, and return to the ...... for you"

When Zhang Ziyuan saw this word, he felt that what he did was dwarfed by it, although he didn't like it in his heart, but he also sighed: "Brother Zhou is really powerful, this word is beautiful and graceful, it is really like what Brother Zhou did in the past, it seems to be natural, natural and simple, and I am ashamed of myself." ”

Liang Quanneng also whispered to Qiao Xiaoqiao on the side: "Although I am not the final judge, I think this is the best article today." ”

Xue Xuan was originally full of hesitation, thinking that he could talk to the four beauties and make others envious, but as soon as Zhou Zizhi's poem came out, he knew that he had no hope, and he couldn't help but drink all the wine in the cup.

Sheng Qing said the next person, "Zhang Ziyuan, Master Zhang, I don't know if you want everyone to watch this poem you composed?"

Zhang Ziyuan agreed depressedly, if it weren't for Zhou Zizhi's poem, he would still be able to maintain an optimistic attitude, but as soon as the other party's artistic conception came out, he knew that there was still a gap between what he had done and it.

“...... Prosperity is passing away, and the sky is high at dusk. Mourning Concubine Xu Ling, the owner is not finished. The empty room drops out of the ointment, and the makeup is the appearance. The spring breeze swallows come, and the autumn wind swallows go. Coming and going, the lonely luan is haggard. Looking back on the drunken time, the flowers dare not be charming. ......”

After the poem was circulated, there was no longer a poem that could be named.

The four beauties separated one again, walked to the center, and played the Nine Heavens Ring.

One after another, the rest of the people wrote poems and passed them on, and more people had lost the mind of winning, and they knew in their hearts that the best thing tonight was probably Zhou Zizhi.

Peng Cheng just sat in the corner all the time, without even touching the pen, looking extremely casual, as if he had no intention of participating in this poetry meeting.

Xiao Haitang on the side noticed his relaxation, and his heart was even more annoyed, he just handed in several poems that he thought were excellent, but he didn't expect it to be like a stone sinking into the sea, and he didn't even bubble.

Time passed quickly, and the round was over.

The four Qing people picked up some of the poems that followed, and drew out a few two for everyone to circulate.

At this time, everyone already knew that Zhou Zizhi was the lucky one this time, and everyone was a knowledgeable person, so they could naturally distinguish between the good and the bad of these poems.

Just when everyone thought that the final suspense of the poetry meeting had been revealed, Yu Yufei stood up, glanced at Peng Cheng in the distance, and swept his eyes over Su Bingnan, who seemed to be a guard, and said, "There is still a guest here who has not handed in the poems." ”

Yu Yufei stretched out his white index finger and pointed at Peng Cheng in the distance.

All eyes were on him.

"Huh?" Looking at himself who was suddenly in the spotlight, Peng Cheng said helplessly: "Please forgive me, I can't make good poetry in the next time." ”

Xiao Haitang looked at "Su Bingnan" under the embarrassing scene, and his comfortable appearance was very different from before, and fanned the flames and said: "Today, Lord Liang invited guests, and everyone wrote poems or words, although the manpower has its own strengths and weaknesses, but the sincerity is the same, why are you special, Lord Su, and you don't even want to move the pen?"

After Xiao Haitang's reminder, everyone realized that the other party had indeed been sitting in a corner just now, listening to the sound of the piano contentedly.

Xiao Haitang's face gradually turned cold, and said: "Lord Su is acting like this, don't you take Xuzhou and this poetry meeting in your eyes?"

As soon as these words came out, the hall was in an uproar.

Xiao Haitang's sentence is equivalent to putting Su Bingnan on the opposite side of everyone, tonight except for Liang Quanneng, who is the host and the highest status, everyone gave face and made poems.

Although there are people behind them who are more skilled, they all have a breath in their hearts, and they want to show their style, so they will not give up in vain.

When they were meditating hard just to get a good word, Su Bingnan in front of them had nothing to do, just listening to beautiful music and watching them think hard.

Thinking of this, everyone looked at Su Bingnan with dissatisfaction in their eyes.

"Master Su is illiterate, right?" Zhang Ziyuan squinted at Su Bingnan with a strange tone, "It doesn't matter, when everyone sits together today, there is no distinction between literati and martial artists." ”

As soon as Zhang Ziyuan's words fell, there was a burst of laughter, which was made by Qian Yuanbo.

When the eyes were on him, he stopped laughing, walked up to Peng Cheng, looked at the white and flawless paper, turned around again, walked briskly back to his seat, and said a word in his mouth.

"Insulting Sven!"

During the whole process, he didn't look at Peng Cheng.

As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at Peng Cheng jokingly, their eyes full of disdain.

Although the literati have been despised since ancient times, the mentality of the literati towards the martial arts is that they are high and boast of being superior.

Xiao Haitang was relieved in his heart, watching "Su Bingnan" fall into a deep predicament, and only felt that he had repaid the grievances of the previous shooting.

The previous shooting did not completely change Su Bingnan's image in his heart, although the simple shooting was finally Su Bingnan's answer, but the other party also took a long time.

Even shooting is so difficult, and he has been refusing to write just now, Xiao Haitang judged that Su Bingnan must not be able to write decent poems, even if he barely writes, he will be an axe in front of everyone.

Xiao Haitang sneered and said: "Lord Su, as a military attache of the imperial court, although you are shallow and uneducated, you are not a barbarian after all, everyone believes that you will be able to level the rivers and lakes for Dahao." ”

After saying this, everyone looked at Peng Cheng with even more contempt.

Peng Cheng retorted: "Xiao Haitang, could it be that I don't write poetry or the shallow Shaowen in your eyes?"

Xiao Haitang didn't pay attention to Peng Cheng, and said to everyone: "I believe you all know clearly, you can see at a glance what the level of Master Su is." ”

Yu Yufei, who provoked this matter, turned his head slightly, saw Dai Xiaoyu's gesture clearly, and then said to everyone: "Everyone, why don't you let Master Su write the next one, so as to end this dispute." ”

Zhang Ziyuan gently tapped the jade-like ink and said, "I'm afraid he won't dare to show the dozen or so words he has." ”

Qian Yuanbo and a group of "ink writers" were discriminated against and looked at Peng Cheng with strange eyes.

Xiao Haitang shook his head and smiled, although he was silent, but all this has shown his attitude.

At this time, Xiao Haitang saw that the other party turned his head slightly, leaning towards a small guy.

"Su Bingnan"'s ears moved slightly, as if he heard something, and a smile immediately appeared on his face.

Bang Bang Bang!

A crisp sound was heard.

Peng Cheng gently patted the fine ink, and a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

Zhang Ziyuan frowned and said, "Master Su, why are you doing this?"

Peng Cheng looked at Zhang Ziyuan with a smile, "You have made me compassionate." ”

Zhang Ziyuan snorted coldly and asked, "What does this mean?"

"In the future, whenever I Su Bingnan looks back on the past, I can always find happiness in you. Peng Cheng scolded without swear words and said with a smile.

Zhang Ziyuan was furious, and he already understood what the other party meant, "Illiterate people dare to speak loudly, it's ridiculous!"

Peng Cheng pointed his finger at Zhang Ziyuan, paused, then pointed at Xiao Haitang, and finally pointed at everyone, and said loudly: "With all due respect, the poems you people made just now are just a pile of waste paper. ”

As soon as this sentence came out, the whole painting boat was completely boiling.

"What did you say?"

"Bold!"

"A warrior is a warrior after all, and his arrogance is so ......"

“......”

"Everyone, be quiet!" Peng Cheng said loudly as he looked at the people whose saliva stars were splashing.

Looking at Peng Cheng coldly, anger flashed in everyone's eyes, and said, "Since you are speaking wildly, then make a poem!"

Peng Cheng turned around, and there was no more initial panic in his eyes, "If you want me Su Bingnan to compose poetry, you don't have such qualifications." ”

Seeing that everyone was about to explode again, Peng Cheng continued: "But to overpower the poems you just made, my groom is enough." ”

Peng Cheng turned sideways, revealing Su Bingnan behind him.

(This chapter is about 3,600 words and took more than five hours to write.)

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