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Chapter 169 We are here to mess things up! (5)

We're here to mess things up! (5)

"I've heard that talented people from Changzhou have come out a long time ago. Now that we're in Changzhou, why don't we come here to enjoy the elegance!" Shen Fengchu looked at Pei Yuanchang with a smile, "Young master, don't you welcome us?!"

By this time, Pei Yuanchang had recovered from his initial shock.

Quickly glanced at Yu'er and Chen Qi who were standing behind them, he suddenly felt that his worry might be a bit unnecessary.

where is this place?
Changzhou!

That's their Pei family's place, but he doesn't believe it, these two are really arrogant enough to dare to do anything wrong here? !
"Gu Shuyun: It's such a joy to have friends coming from afar. Since the two of you are here to participate in the poetry meeting, we naturally welcome you!" Pei Yuanchang took a light breath, "Just now, the two of you scolded my poems as nonsense. There must be great attainments in poetry and prose, why not let us open our eyes?"

Of these two, one only loves to dance with guns and clubs, and the other only knows how to eat, drink and have fun. He doesn't believe that they can also recite poems.

Pei Yuanchang did this on purpose, but he just wanted to make the two of them embarrass themselves in front of all the young men and girls in Changzhou, so as to save their embarrassment just now.

"That's right, today we are using plum as the theme, why don't you both sing a song too!" Another Pei family boy standing behind Pei Yuanchang immediately agreed.

"I'm good at murder and archery. As for reciting poems and making paintings?" Yun Chu smiled and looked at Shen Fengchu beside him, "It's better for you to come!"

Shen Fengchu, who was called to be a husband-in-law for the first time, met her eyes with an ambiguous smile, "Okay, then Fengchu will make a fool of himself!"

Letting go of the armrest of the wheelchair, Shen Fengchu straightened his waist, shaking his right hand lightly, and unfolded the gold silk folding fan with exquisite paintings in his hand, and with a light flap, he frowned in thought.

Pei Yuanchang watched him frowned and thought hard, and the smile on his lips became colder.

Saying that he doesn't make sense of shit, I'm afraid that this son of the world can't even do a shit that doesn't make sense?

"Yes!" At this moment, Shen Fengchu suddenly put away the folding fan in his hand, and patted lightly on his palm, "Listen up, everyone, Fengchu is singing poetry!"

In the hall, many people were shocked.

Pei Yuanqing, a talented scholar from Changzhou, wrote poems in ten steps when he was young, and was recited as the number one talented scholar in the south of the Yangtze River.

This son of the world, he didn't take a step, so he made a poem so quickly?
Everyone pricked up their ears, wanting to hear what kind of masterpiece he came up with.

Here, Shen Fengchu coughed lightly, and said loudly, "Changzhou's surname is Pei, and it's definitely not a common people's family!"

After hearing his two sentences, the girls who looked forward to look at it all showed disappointment.

This is not poetry, it is clearly vernacular!
It seems that this son of the world is really an embroidered pillow, which is not useful.

Shen Fengchu ignored everyone's gazes, but raised her voice and continued to read, "Mei laid a dog and farted!"

After reading these two sentences, the whole hall suddenly burst into laughter, even the usually reserved lady couldn't help but cover her mouth with a small sandalwood fan and laughed out loud.

This son of the world is really courageous. In such a case, he dares to be a poem?
Pei Yuanchang laughed so hard that he could hardly breathe, and patted his palms lightly with his fanning hands. He said in a sarcastic tone, "His Royal Highness, what a good poem, a good poem!"

"This young master also thinks my poems are good?!" Shen Fengchu asked with a smile as if he didn't hear his sarcasm.

"Not bad!" Pei Yuanchang managed to hold back his smile, "I think it's very good. Compared with His Royal Highness's poems, my poems are indeed nonsense, nonsense!"

(End of this chapter)