After the book was worn, I was reborn with King Quan

Chapter 156 How to choose? (1 more)
But he, isn't he leading the students all the way north, how could he suddenly appear in Jiangnan thousands of miles away?
The more Shen Weiluo thought about it, the more confused she became.

He also found out that the man in front of him belonged to Luo Qifei and Song Yungu.

He stared straight at the man in white in front of him, his eyes glistening with coldness.

Oh, I didn't expect that!

How courageous!

Everyone didn't notice the slightest, and they were still immersed in the newly released masterpiece.

Excited.

Thinking of the beautiful woman who was compared to Jinghua in the poem, everyone couldn't help booing.

"May I ask this talented man's name? And your beautiful lady, where is she now? Can you invite me to see you?"

"This poem is recognized as the best today, and the young master should be the leader, but at least get rid of Mu Li, let me see the real face!"

"Yeah, it spreads out, but you don't even know the name of the chief executive, what he looks like, isn't that ridiculous and generous!"

"Turn off Mu Li, even if you look... unsightly, don't worry, we will never judge people by their appearance!"

"Yeah, this makes the young master more and more precious..."

The man in white stood there, facing Shen Weiluo.

Despite the persuasion of the people facing him, he remained unmoved.

Shen Weiluo looked at the crowd, unable to hide the panic on his face.

Luo Qifei violated the emperor's order and went south secretly. Once he was recognized, it would implicate the entire Luo family.

He has always been steady, how could this time...

Song Yungu, who was sitting on the teacher's chair, got up suddenly and went straight to the desk.

Dingding glanced at Shen Weiluo, and then swept over the man in white.

Picking up the brush in hand, leaning over to write quickly.

The crowd suddenly became curious, and they all surrounded him regardless of etiquette.

As soon as he wrote, Old Master Luo who was standing by the side couldn't help admiring:

"A good poem, just this 'Lovesickness overnight, Suspected to be the gentleman at the window', there is quite a sense of imagery!"

After saying that, he glanced at Luo Qifei.

——Grandson, you have met a strong enemy!

Cough, not an ordinary opponent!
Zhao Yusheng leaned forward, savored it carefully, and suddenly found himself in trouble.

"His Royal Highness's poems are also about the jingtao in the pastry, the poems are sincere and memorable.

It is comparable to the poems of this talented man, what should we do? "

When everyone heard this, their eyes shifted from Song Yungu's face to the man in white, with perplexed faces.

In the third round, the man in white had already been selected.

But His Highness the Third Highness didn't know which muscle was wrong, so he suddenly came out to fight poems!
That's it, it would be unfair to choose a man in white as the leader!

If the Third Highness is elected, they will not be scolded to death by the students all over the world!

They must have scolded them for being followers of power, so that the Third Highness was elected!
This, how should this be done?

Everyone involuntarily turned their attention to Mrs. Luo.

Even if he is scolded by the world, the No. 1 one to be scolded should be Mrs. Luo!
Who let their Luo Mansion be in charge of this poetry meeting.

Old Master Luo looked at his grandson, and at Song Yungu, also full of sadness.

This matter can be said to be big or small.

Isn't it because of Miss Shen...

He stroked his beard, smiled and looked at Shen Weiluo.

"Miss Shen, since the poem is based on your pastry, in your opinion, whose poem is better?"

Shen Weiluo's heart trembled.

The blood in the whole body froze instantly.

Why is the dilemma faced by the Imperial College last time repeated again this time?

How should she choose?
How can I choose?

God, why is it always her who gets hurt every time?
Zhao Yusheng looked at Shen Weiluo's expression with suspicion.

Such a picture and expression, as if I have seen it somewhere before...

His heart trembled, and he hurriedly looked at the man in white.

With just one glance, his eyes widened in shock.

Dr. Luo? !

How is he here?
Looking at Song Yungu's unyielding posture again, there is still something I don't understand now!
This Shen Weiluo, His Highness Tong San, and Dr. Luo...

Confidence is a disaster!
Zhao Yusheng's face was livid, he stared at Shen Weiluo in front of him, and clenched his fists.

At this time, Shen Weiluo was also extremely tangled.

Don’t choose it, it’s been used last time, and you can’t escape it this time.

Choose, no matter who you choose, the other will be hurt!
This generation is patriarchal again!

Once word got out, a certain leader was chosen by a woman, and her saliva could drown her!
Therefore, today she can't choose anyway.

If you can't choose, you can't make a job!
She scanned the carvings on the table with her eyes, took a deep breath, walked to the desk, and wrote quickly.

After finishing writing, just as she put down the brush, a middle-aged man impatiently took away the rice paper.

Read it out loud.

Recalling Jiangnan

Good Jiangnan,
The scenery was old.

Sunrise is more prosperous than fire,
In spring, the river is green like blue.

Can you remember Jiangnan?
"Good poetry, good poetry, the language is simple and unpretentious, but it depicts a picture of Jiangnan in our minds.

I believe that whoever listens to it, the memory of Jiangnan will come to mind, lingering! "

Old Master Luo stroked his beard and laughed out loud after reading it.

"Third Highness, this young master, this year's leader, Ms. Shen deserves it, do you two have any objections?"

Song Yun looked at Shen Weiluo firmly, with a smile on his lips.

Turning around, he nodded to Mrs. Luo in agreement.

On the other hand, the man in white clasped his fists at Shen Weiluo, and then turned to Mrs. Luo.

"I am convinced, Miss Shen is so talented, I really admire her!"

The voice at the exit was rough and hoarse.

It was far from the usual gentle voice.

Shen Weiluo felt relieved, secretly thought that fortunately his voice had changed, once it was heard by someone who cared, it would be a big trouble.

She couldn't help but look at Mrs. Luo.

What Luo Qifei did was a catastrophe for a century-old family like the Luo Mansion.

How could Mrs. Luo let him go?

"Grandfather...Grandfather, you mean, the leader of this year's poetry meeting is... sister Shen?"

Luo Qishi leaned over, looked at Shen Weiluo, and then at Mrs. Luo, his eyes were full of disbelief.

Old Master Luo smiled and nodded, "Miss Shen is extremely talented, she is absolutely worthy of it!"

Shen Weiluo turned around with a wry smile, feeling unspeakably guilty.

This is the masterpiece of the great poet Bai Juyi, and it was used fraudulently by her.

Really disrespectful to the ancients, sorry, sorry!
Her behavior fell into the eyes of everyone, she was neither arrogant nor impetuous, and she was as modest as a grain of salt.

He even more admired Shen Weiluo's modesty and talent, a model for this generation of students!
Only Zhao Yusheng looked ashen when he saw that the characters on the rice paper resembled Song Yungu's calligraphy very much.

His eyes swept across the faces of the two of them, and finally stopped on the man in white.

No, no matter what, he had to verify the identity of the man in white to confirm his guess.

With this in mind, when Old Master Luo had just finished saying, "The poetry meeting is over, there is a banquet downstairs, please move forward", Zhao Yusheng couldn't wait any longer, and went straight to the man in white!

Shen Weiluo's heart was shaken, it was too late to help Luo Qifei.

Subconsciously looked at Mrs. Luo.

Old Master Luo was surrounded by other people, and he couldn't get away at all.

Seeing that Zhao Yusheng was only one step away from Luo Qifei, Shen Weiluo couldn't help closing her eyes.

"Zhao Siye!"

A cold voice suddenly stopped him.

Zhao Siye turned around and saw Song Yungu staring at him coldly.

His heart tightened, but he still didn't move, and bowed to Song Yungu from a distance, "What orders does Your Highness have?"

"Take care of the students, don't get drunk!"

"Yes, I obey!"

Zhao Yusheng bowed to accept the order, straightened his waist, turned around, and the white shadow had long since disappeared.

Zhao Yusheng: "..."

He stood where he was, clenched his fists tightly, and almost suffered internal injuries from suffocation.

(End of this chapter)