Great mother, who is my father?

Chapter 223 A hundred words of fame (three more)
Chapter 223 A hundred words of fame (three more)
That night, at the poetry meeting——

Baili pretended to be a book boy, and followed Baiyan into the arena.

Baiyan was very uneasy, but when he thought of Baili by his side, he mustered up his courage.

"This is the Jieyuan this time, welcome everyone..."

This is called a person who broke Baiyan's identity, with bad intentions, and Baiyan was locked by a group of people immediately.

Baiyan was watched by dozens of people before, and he wanted to evacuate for a while, but he felt a firm gaze from behind him, it was Baili, who stabilized himself again, and clasped fists at the scholars present in a graceful manner .

"I can't understand Yuan Baiyan," Baiyan clasped his fists openly.

Some people saw this and didn't say a word, and some people had already heard that Baiyan was coming tonight, and they were ready to make things difficult for him, so someone stood up and said.

"Since you want to participate, shouldn't you show it?" Scholar A said.

At the scene, Baiyan was the youngest. Seeing that he was young, everyone believed the rumors more and more.

"Since it's going to be shown, shouldn't it be a prize?" Baiyan held back, and then he didn't look back at Baili who was pretending to be a book boy, and said what he had thought of earlier.

"Well, it's simple. If you can make three poems with the things we pointed out on the spot, how about this famous painting?" Scholar A deliberately pointed to the painting hanging on the wall.

Baiyan looked at the paintings on the wall, and it was a field he was unfamiliar with, and he was very flustered.

Bai Li, who was disguised as a book boy, stepped forward, her voice was also childish, she took a step forward and said, "Little master, did you see that this is a fake painting?"

"Who are you? Do you have the right to speak here?" Scholar A saw Baiyan brought the book boy in, and immediately chased him away loudly: "Get out, this is not a place where you, a servant, should come." Book boy Baili Ask instead: "You all have book boys by your side, why can't we, Young Master Xie Yuan? Or are you deliberately bullying Young Master Xie Yuan because of your seniority?"

Bai Yan's face darkened, but he knew that he was really carrying his sister behind him, how could he bear this.

"When someone makes a poem, but they come up with a counterfeit painting as a prize, is this what you call a poetry club?" Bai Yan asked in a deep voice.

"No, no." Seeing that the situation was wrong, Scholar B stood up and said, "This painting is a famous painting imitated by some of us, and we also came to participate in the poetry meeting to show us his painting skills."

"Then you take other people's paintings for prizes, but do you have that person's consent?" Bai Yan shook his head: "If you don't ask yourself, it's stealing. Taking other people's things without their consent, how is it different from stealing?!"

Baiyan devoted himself to protecting the book boy Baili, and unknowingly exuded an aura from him.

Seeing Baiyan like this, the people present gradually didn't dare to underestimate Baiyan, and some people began to look at Baiyan seriously, and couldn't help thinking: Maybe Xie Yuan has real skills even though he is young?

"That's right, even if you said you want to win the lottery, you should take out an item as a lottery in a serious manner!"

"Then let's use this ink seal." Scholar A reluctantly took out an ink stone.

Bai Yan stepped forward, actually he couldn't understand the difference of this black stone, he didn't know what to do for a moment.

The book boy Baili didn't want to go beyond his authority to endorse, so he tugged on Baiyan's clothes three times.

Baiyan received the sound number, and immediately said: "It's just a middle-grade product, no matter, don't embarrass you, just let it go, and I will start writing poems."

Scholar A, who took out the lottery, was so angry, but he was right by Baiyan, and he couldn't refute it with the value of the item, so he had to talk about it with his heart.

"What are you procrastinating on purpose?" Bai Yan stopped him with one sentence, not giving the other party a chance to continue.

Scholar A's heart was filled with anger again, and he almost vomited blood from the anger.

(End of this chapter)