Back to Datang with weapons

Chapter 35
Sure enough, as soon as these words came out, the scholars and talents in the audience couldn't bear it anymore.

Those who had money began to throw money, and those who did not have money to throw away poems, all of them smashed randomly!

"Prince Wang gave Miss Zimo 300 taels of silver!"

"Mr. Guo gave Miss Zimo 500 taels of silver!"

"Young Master Wang will give Miss Zimo another 300 taels of silver!"

"Mr. Guo will give Miss Zimo another one hundred and one taels of silver!"

"Prince Wang gave Miss Zimo another two taels of silver!"

"Mr. Guo also gave Miss Zimo two taels of silver!"

Just like that, amidst the stunned crowd on and off the stage, the gift-giving session was abruptly turned into an auction!
It's a malicious auction!
If Lin Zimo hadn't come forward to mediate in the end, I don't know how much silver taels these two people would have won in the end!

Such a familiar male duck voice!
Zhang Twelve looked for his reputation and found an acquaintance.

Wang Ba——No, it was Mr. Wang Ba who was sitting closest to the stage, staring angrily at the man across from him.

No wonder you can spend a lot of money, the prince lacks everything, but he is not short of money!

Zhang Twelve suddenly thought why he didn't agree to his 200 taels that day?

Hey, worry sang!

Then look at the person opposite Wang Ba—of course it is the man who was asking the price with him just now. He is sitting on a chair with his legs crossed, and he is looking at Wang Ba leisurely. His provocative little eyes are clearly saying: Come bite! its me?

Thinking of Wang Ba's identity as the magistrate's son, that man dared to openly confront him, Zhang Twelve couldn't help being in awe: Brother dei, you are performing with your life!It's a man!
"Zi Mo thanked the two sons for their love, the little girl was really flattered..."

As he said that, Shi Shiran bowed to the two of them, and continued: "However, the two young masters are also frequent visitors of Zuichunlou, so they naturally know Zi Mo's temperament and rules, so I still have to thank the two young masters for their money!"

What this means is that I will take the money, but I won’t give you face. If you want me to give you face, then write a poem!

Not only were the two not angry when they heard this, but they were extremely happy, as if Lin Zimo had given them a lot of face by taking their money, they were all giggling cheerfully.

"Miss Zimo was joking, how can I not know the rules? Today Guo just prepared a good poem, and I want the girl to taste it."

"Guo, how shameless are you? You still write poems? You can't even read all the characters!"

"Prince, you don't know something about this. You can get it with a good hand, and you can get it with a good hand, understand? Although Guo is not talented and can't write it, he can always read it. Let others write it on paper for me!"

"You! Hehe, Miss Zimo, look, this person is so shameless, he is obviously asking someone to help write poetry, and he is still pretending here! I dare to say that I hired someone to write it, so what?"

After Wang Ba finished speaking, his face was full of justice.

Zhang Twelve was shocked by the performance of these two brothers, they were so blatant looking for the shooter, what a talent!

Looking at the two people arguing again, Zhang Twelve actually thinks that these two people are so similar?
The same fat head and big ears, the same shamelessness, and the same - lack of ink, but the man surnamed Guo wants to completely crush Wang Ba in terms of IQ, from the beginning to the end, he has crushed Wang Ba by the head .

Knowing that he is the magistrate's son, he dared to run on him like this. This person was a little interesting, so he turned around and asked in a low voice, "Who is the young master opposite Wang Ba?"

"That's Guo Liancheng, the son of Liangzhou Guard General Guo Jing."

Oh ~ no wonder.

Of these two people, one Lao Tzu is the biggest civil official in Liangzhou, and the other Lao Tzu is the biggest military officer in Liangzhou. It is strange that they have to deal with them and neither is afraid of the other. They are probably the two biggest princelings in Liangzhou city!

"You two young masters, stop arguing. It's been a long time since Zimo has heard the poems he likes. If the two young masters have good poems, you might as well write them out today. If Zimo is satisfied, I don't mind inviting you upstairs. Let’s talk about it.”

"Ow~~"

The scholars in the audience sighed, waiting for the two to make a move, to see who could win Miss Zimo's invitation today.

"Since that's the case, let Guo Mou come first, the prince of the province hasn't decided what to write, hahaha..."

Wang Ba looked gloomy and didn't speak, just looked at Guo Liancheng, thinking I'd like to see what kind of trouble you can make!
As Wang Ba said, Guo Liancheng was born in a martial arts family, and he is a playboy himself, how could he write poetry?

But when he went out some time ago, he met some talented person, thought it was good, and brought him by his side to become a gentleman, and also improved his compulsion, wouldn't it come in handy!

"I'll read it, let my servants write it down for me!"

"Ahem, the first sentence, Niao Niao... stop... body—"

"Slender!"

"Oh, that's right, it's Chang Zhang! There are too many things in my mind, and I remember miscellaneously. Everyone laughs, laughs!"

This Guo Liancheng's psychological quality is really good. Under such circumstances, he explained to everyone without blushing or panting, that he is indeed a talent.

"Goose...Nodo...from...then what?"

"Pretty!"

"Oh, yes, pretty! Haha, laugh at me!"

Lin Zimo was really convinced by these sons, so he smiled and said: "Zimo thinks that Mr. Guo must have told your husband this poem, right? Why don't Mr. Guo stop reading it and just let him write it out? "

"Hey, the one who knows me is Miss Zimo! This poem is so difficult to memorize, I have already told my husband!"

The gentleman got the order, held up his sleeves and swiped the brush, and it was done overnight. A seven-character quatrain was vividly written on the paper. Guo Liancheng smiled and picked it up and sent it to Lin Zimo.

"Also invite Miss Zimo to judge!"

Lin Zimo took it over, looked at the words on the paper, it seemed that the young master was quite talented, at least the words were well written, then looked at the poem, and read out:
"Niao Tingting is tall and tall,
Graceful and pretty.

Long hair fluttering and dangling,
Smiling and whispering that there is no match in the world. "

"噗嗤" smiled, this poem is really easy to understand.

"Mr. Guo is talented, but she is just a little girl with the appearance of a willow, so I really can't deserve the praise of my son. But I still want to thank you, my son, and be respected by Zimo."

With Guo Liancheng's IQ, of course he didn't understand Lin Zimo's meaning. He thought that his poem had already won Lin Zimo's heart, so he smirked "hehe", as if he had already won.

Zhang Twelve looked at this silly boy, and felt pitiful. What's wrong with his brain when he's looking for a shooter?

Look at the poem I made, doggerel!
Zhang Twelve has been a little doubtful about the era he traveled to, maybe all talented people are like this?That's not too challenging, is it?
His mind is full of masterpieces handed down from generation to generation!If they are used to slap these "wits" in the face in the future, it is estimated that the coffin lids of those ancestors will not be able to hold back!
(Thank you for your support. Because of the need for foreshadowing, the front of the story is a little flat, and the next wave of climax will come soon. Let's wait and see!)
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