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Chapter 163
The smile on Sheng Yitian's face was bright, he stared straight at Wang Yunshi, and hit the iron while it was hot: "Auntie is absurd! My nephew has long heard that my aunt and sister Yunshi also prefer poetry. If my aunt doesn't dislike it, my little sister My nephew would like to come to Liangzhou to get closer and closer!"

"Wow--"

Hearing this, there was an uproar.

If at this time, they still can't understand the meaning of Sheng Yitian's words, then they are too stupid, aren't they?
It turns out that this kid is not interested in drinking, he openly shows his favor to Wang Yunshi in the name of celebrating Mrs. Wang's birthday - this person's plan is really good!
But they turned their anger into anger. As the host, Wang Chengen was very happy to see this scene. After all, his daughter's marriage is the most troublesome thing for him now, and Sheng Yitian is getting better and better the more he looks at it, the more satisfied he is!

Especially when he showed his hand just now and won the applause of the audience - if he understood the boos and various interjections as applause, there seems to be nothing wrong...

"Sister Yunshi, what do you think of my word?"

Everyone else is laying the groundwork, what Sheng Yitian wants most is Wang Yunshi's affirmation.

To say that when Sheng Yitian was in Jingzhou, he met a lot of women with various roles, but none of them were like Wang Yunshi, the first impression grabbed his heart...

So after returning to Taizhou, he worked hard to think of such a good show, looking forward to attracting Wang Yunshi's attention. Of course, it would be better if someone who didn't know his life and death came out to provoke him at this time-no one to set off , So life is meaningless!

Especially thinking of the man named Zhang Twelve who ruined his good deeds twice in a row, his teeth were itchy with hatred, and he wished to hit him hard in the face in front of everyone...

"Young Master Sheng, I just love poetry, not proficient in it, so I can't comment on your words!"

As soon as these words came out, the people below boiled up again!

Long face, really long face!

Sheng Yitian called him "sister", but Wang Yunshi replied him "son", and her tone was cold, obviously she had no intention of continuing the conversation with him, how could she be upset?

This woman is really cold...

Although Zhang Twelve didn't have any thoughts on Wang Yunshi yet, he didn't hope that Wang Yunshi would fall in love with Sheng Yitian, that kind of bastard, but a bastard who blocked the way and molested girls, how could he match her?

This may be a man, even if it is something that he can't get, he doesn't want others to get it...

Sheng Yitian's face was a little gloomy, but he recovered immediately, and he smiled and said to the people around him: "I heard that there are many talented scholars and beauties from Liangzhou who came here today. Just now, a certain Cheng threw bricks and made a speech. ?”

Since you don't show your face, I will take the initiative to slap you in the face!
Sheng Yitian, who had eaten turtles under Wang Yunshi's hands, was already a little crazy in his heart, and now he was thinking of slapping his face to vent his anger!
Hearing that he took the initiative to lead the fight, how could the elders of Liangzhou City be afraid-after all, they were not the ones who took the fight, and a group of people hurriedly pushed Zhou Zhiwei out.

"Young Master Zhou, it's time for you to show your talents!"

"Young Master Zhou, don't give him face, cut him hard!"

"Master Zhou, we are optimistic about you!"

Zhou Zhiwei, who was pushed in front of others, smiled awkwardly at Sheng Yitian and Wang Chengen and his wife, but felt very bitter in his heart...

If the time had been pushed forward by half an hour—or before Sheng Yitian wrote the lyrics, he would definitely not be in such a tangled mood now, but when he saw Sheng Yitian's lyrics written on the rice paper, his heart suddenly fell It's getting cold...

No matter in terms of calligraphy or prose, Sheng Yitian is excellent, he is ashamed of himself!

But now that he has been driven out of the market, what can he do?
I can only bite the bullet and roll up my sleeves and do it!

He took the pen and thought for a long time, he was so nervous that he got stuck, his mind went blank, his head was beaded with sweat, and the sentence that had some inspiration before suddenly couldn't remember...

The people around were still looking at him eagerly, Zhou Zhiwei only felt that it was a mistake to come here today, and he was afraid that he would put his reputation here!
Gritting his teeth, he wrote directly on the paper!

As soon as he picked up the pen, those talented scholars from Liangzhou immediately surrounded him, and without waiting to see what was written, they boasted first: "Good poems, good poems, brother Zhou is worthy of being... um... this is..."

Before he finished speaking, the man's eyes stayed on the rice paper, unable to speak, his face full of astonishment...

Seeing this, the other people gathered around and looked at the paper. It doesn't matter if you don't look at it, it's shocking to see:
What kind of handjob, this riding a horse is not poetry!

It turned out that the paper read:

The sky is bright and the weather is clear, and the sundial scenery is extended, and the days are good and the days are auspicious. I wish Ci Ling.

Banner: Shoubi Nanshan!
Yes, you read that right, Hengpi!

This horse riding is a couplet...

Not to mention them, even Sheng Yitian was stunned for a while when he saw this couplet, then he squinted and said with a smile: "This brother is really talented! This couplet was made - it is also suitable for the occasion. Cheng admires it, admires it!"

From his tone and what he said, a fool can hear that he is laughing at Zhou Zhiwei, and Zhou Zhiwei was introduced by them, and laughing at him is just like laughing at them!
At this moment, a group of people's faces are flushed, and their veins are bulging—but there is nothing they can do: their skills are not as good as people's, their skills are not as good as people's!

Zhou Zhiwei even used this kind of trick under the eyes of everyone, which shows that he was under a lot of pressure, so they couldn't say much, but the look of disappointment was very obvious...

"Mrs. Wang, I'm not talented, so I specially present you a pair of couplets. I hope you can be like the couplets, blessed as the East China Sea, and live longer than Nanshan!"

Now that the matter was over, Zhou Zhiwei could only speak more beautifully, and he had just seen Zhang Twelve who made him very angry before, and he already had an idea in his mind.

"Young Master Zhou, you are being polite. No matter the poems or the couplets, they are all from your heart. I am naturally very happy!"

After all, she is the magistrate's wife, and her words are just right.

"Thank you Madam for your understanding! Besides, Zhou thinks that Mr. Zhang Twelve is the real master when it comes to poetry. On such occasions, he should ask Mr. Zhang to compose a poem for his wife. Let us Liangzhou talents and Mr. Sheng pay their respects!"

He used the word "admiration", but what kind of person would look up to another person?
Of course it is the weak who look up to the strong, and Zhou Zhiwei obviously means that Shengyi is weak and Zhang Twelve is strong.

Zhou Zhiwei was so kind as to help Zhang Twelve?

of course not!

Letting two people whom he dislikes kill each other is his real idea. In the end, both will lose, no, one will die and the other will be injured—it would be best if both of them die...

His move was really good. After hearing this, Sheng Yitian turned his gloomy eyes to Zhang Twelve...

　I'm so busy today, hurry up and come to this chapter to suppress the shock!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)