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Chapter 22
These words already had a threatening meaning. Tang Zhengrong clearly couldn't hide from Lin Wanru's persistence, so he suppressed Tang Yanzhi's desire to stand up for himself.

"Mr. Luo's thoughts are only on schoolwork. What do you mean, Mr. Luo's school is for reciting poems?"

There is no derogation of the poems in the words, the name of Mr. Luo has long been resounding throughout the imperial court, and everyone knows very well what a person of such status should teach the royal family. According to Lin Wanru's words, it is simply slander Mr. Luo.

Everyone didn't pay too much attention to the winning or losing of this competition, and just regarded it as entertainment. Who can say that entertainment can replace the main thing?

Isn't this bullshit?

Simple words have turned the situation around, and Lin Wanru heard the literati around her start pointing and pointing at her, and some even said that Taifu Lin's daughter was not considerate in her actions.

Looking at it this way, it means that Tang Guogong's children are not favored, and some say that it is because of the noble status of the prostitute's daughter, but no matter what, the general direction of public opinion is Tang Zhengrong.

Regarding this, Tang Yanzhi didn't expect that a few words with the little girl would hit everyone's heart.

And He Yan and Chu Yihan also felt that this little girl who came with Tang Yanzhi was not simple. No wonder Tang Yanzhi usually didn't get close to the people in the house, but this time he would bring Tang Zhengrong with him.

Because of this, the two of them wanted to get closer to Tang Zhengrong.

After all, it is Tang Guogong's blood, so there will be no mistakes.

"You can play tricks!"

This girl can speak well, Lin Wanru realized that she was trapped, but there was nothing she could do, no one would stand by her now no matter what she said.

"Can't it start yet? It's so boring."

Tang Zhengrong pretended not to hear what Lin Wanru said.

Seeing the little girl's arrogance, Lin Wanru, as a perennial poetry champion, was not afraid at all.

"Bamboo curtains and new rains, sailing with sails, coir raincoats for myself.

The sound of returning home is foggy and foggy, singing the rivers and lakes floating and dreaming. "

What a poem!

The crowd exclaimed from time to time, no matter what, it was really rare for a little girl to have such a chic mood.

Only then did someone mention that Lin Wanru was always the champion of poetry competitions in the past, such ability cannot be faked.

No wonder he wanted to compete with Tang Zhengrong.

Even Tang Yanzhi looked at Tang Zhengrong with some concern.

Looking at the other party's tangled look, he said, "How about I help you?"

These words made Tang Zhengrong look sideways: "It doesn't have to be, I have never valued my own face."

As for the entangled appearance just now, is this Tang Zhengrong wanting to "learn" from the poems of his predecessors or create them himself.

After all, this Lin Wanru really has two brushes.

Lin Wan, who had finished the poem, sat comfortably on the side under the service of her servants, looked at Tang Zhengrong in a natural way, and felt happy in her heart, waiting for this matter to spread after Tang Zhengrong's defeat .

It can be regarded as revenge for Tang Qinghuan.

"Pingchen forced Yangcheng Shaji to face Nanxun, the ghost town.

If it weren't for Gaotang's clear hair, Qianqiu's servant master would do soul thoughts. "

Every word was engraved into everyone's heart, it seemed that the blood and cruelty of the battlefield had rushed to their faces, such intensity contrasted with the comfort of today, and the blood froze a little.

In terms of artistic conception, both of them have good points, but in terms of meaning, Tang Zhengrong's is more reflective, and it is close to the hurt that everyone dare not tell. I am afraid that no one can do it in this prosperous age. Moan.

"Let's start voting."

The waiter in the shop began to count who had the most votes on the wall. When Lin Wanru heard Tang Zhengrong's poem, she had a bad premonition that this girl was always hiding something.

Didn't you say that you are not proficient in poetry?Thinking of this, Lin Wanru glared at the servant beside her.

But Lin Wanru is also confident in her own ability, now all she can do is to see the final result.

"Congratulations to Tang Zhengrong, you have won the championship, and you are three votes behind Lin Wanru."

Only three votes made Tang Zhengrong the champion. Lin Wanru was like a thunderbolt when she heard the news. She wrote poems all the year round, but she never received such a blow. Now, Tang Zhengrong took away her glory!

When Tang Zhengrong turned to look for Lin Wanru, he saw the back of the other party leaving angrily.

"This Lin Wanru is really strange."

When Chu Yihan opened his mouth, he was a little unclear about the matter between Lin Wanru and Tang Zhengrong.

Seeing that Tang Zhengrong won, Tang Yanzhi was also very happy. He felt that Tang Zhengrong's ability is also very good, but he doesn't often compose poems, and his thinking is lacking, but he is still a little worried. It is best not to make such poems. article.

While thinking about it, Tang Yanzhi and Chu Yihan said: "The main reason is that Tang Qinghuan and Tang Zhengrong have some conflicts. Now they want to help their sisters out, but Tang Zhengrong didn't win anything this time. The conflict seems to have escalated."

As he spoke with a bitter smile, Tang Yanzhi felt that Tang Zhengrong continued to develop, and he couldn't control it. The more he thought, the more he worried.

Fortunately, Tang Zhengrong also noticed Tang Yanzhi's strangeness, and said, "What's the matter? Doesn't it look good on you?"

"It's okay, it's just a little late, I think we should go too."

These words reminded Tang Zhengrong that Aunt Liu was still at home, thinking of saying goodbye to He Yan and Chu Yihan together with Tang Yanzhi.

On the way home, Tang Yanzhi said: "It's okay to lose in writing poems in the future. It's best not to involve things related to the battlefield. Now the dynasty hopes that the people can have a better mentality. Such remarks should be nothing at a young age. In the future Just can't tell."

Tang Zhengrong understood Tang Yanzhi's cautious approach to things. As for what kind of person the Holy Majesty was, she hadn't understood it yet, and she would make a decision after getting in touch with him.

"Okay, you can rest assured."

After a long time, Tang Yanzhi was worried that the poem would be made a fuss by the National People's Congress.

After all, it was Piaoxiang Tavern, and there was a lot of news about it. There was a lot of news about Lin Wanru's challenge to Tang Zhengrong, but Tang Zhengrong won.

Some people in the capital who didn't agree with Lin Wanru also began to chew their mouths, and gradually came people who Lin Wanru's poetic capacity was too small to lose.

Hearing this, Lin Wanru stomped her feet in the mansion angrily, and her son Tang Qinghuan was even more angry with Tang Zhengrong.

Tang Zhengrong was naturally indifferent to other people's feelings. He just returned to the mansion one day, and Tang Zhengrong saw an old man limping towards the study.
Suspicious, Tang Zhengrong followed and saw that he was an old man. After asking the servants around him, he realized that this old man was actually in charge. It seemed that she hadn't recognized all the people in the Duke's Mansion.

After understanding the situation, Tang Zhengrong left on his own, but the seeds of doubt were planted in his heart.

(End of this chapter)