Concubine's elegance is peerless

Chapter 133
Mr. Nanyang stood by and waited on him, and he responded lightly when he heard Master Yuan's words.

Rong Xueyi was a little funny when he saw Mr. Nanyang's appearance. Just now, this old man looked arrogant in front of them, but now he is pretending to be a grandson.

She knew before that Master Yuan was a world-renowned grand master, but he had always been an old man obsessed with mathematics in front of her, so she didn't think he was very good. look at him.

As Mr. Nanyang's disciple, Qin Muyu explained in a soft voice: "The teacher has selected three poems, two of which have already melted, and one more is here."

He knew that Master Yuan took Feiyang as his disciple, but he never had a chance to tell him after meeting Mr. Nanyang today.

He handed over the poem written by Rong Changyue, and Master Yuan glanced at Mr. Nanyang and said, "It turns out that your taste is so vulgar, don't say you are my disciple in front of others!"

What he said was very serious, Mr. Nanyang's body trembled, but he could only reply submissively.

After he finished speaking, he crumpled up Rong Changyue's poem and threw it on the ground. Rong Changyue was a dick. Although Rong Zhennan had always emphasized the identity of Master Yuan when he was in the Rong Mansion, Rong Changyue Already spoiled by Rong Zhennan, he feels that he is the most powerful person in the world.

Seeing Master Yuan throwing his poems on the ground, Rong Changyue said angrily, "Why did you throw my poems, you old man!"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone present trembled, and it was too late for Rong Changsu to cover his mouth.

Ming Yanran scolded in her heart: "Idiot!" She felt that it was not a wise choice for her to cooperate with someone from the second room of the Rong Mansion.

Master Yuan gave Rong Changyue a cold look and said, "Rewrite the poem you just wrote for everyone to read again. If it is well written, I will kowtow to you and apologize. If it is not good, I will cancel your poem." Talent qualification."

Everyone was confused by his words, but when Rong Changyue wrote his poem again, everyone understood.

That poem is not at all the one that Mr. Cai Nanyang showed to everyone just now. It says: Chrysanthemum, chrysanthemum, you bloom so well.One after another, it is so beautiful!
And the words on it are not the words just written, but like chicken feet, it is almost impossible to look directly at them.

Everyone couldn't help laughing, even Mo Yan, who had been sitting there with cold eyes, smiled.

Unconsciously, Rong Changyue widened his eyes and said, "What are you laughing at?"

Master Yuan's face was ashen, and cold sweat was already oozing from his forehead. He secretly went to pick up the poem that Master Caiyuan kneaded just now.

Master Yuan cast a slanted glance at Rong Changyue and said, "Is this the poem you wrote just now?"

"That's right!" Rong Changyue said loudly, "This poem is the best one I have ever written. It needs to have artistic conception and emotional appeal. Poor old man, do you want to kowtow to me to apologize?"

Master Yuan didn't even bother to talk to him. At this time, Mr. Nanyang had already picked up the paper ball. Master Yuan opened the paper ball directly from Mr. Nanyang's hand, and then asked Rong Changyue: "Then you didn't write this poem. ?"

Rong Changyue shook his head and said, "No, I wrote a much better song than this one."

Everyone couldn't help laughing when they heard the words.

(End of this chapter)