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Chapter 36

Guo Liancheng couldn't understand what Lin Zimo meant, but Wang Ba could?

nonexistent!

This guy also thought that Lin Zimo was praising Guo Liancheng, so he couldn't wait a long time ago, snorted coldly, and said, "Young Master Song, let them see what poetry is!"

A rather handsome-looking scholar came out from behind and stood in front.

How is he?

Zhang Twelve naturally knew this person. This person was Mr. Song who had received the highest evaluation from him. At that time, a hidden acrostic poem shocked everyone. If he hadn't been present, this Mr. Song would have become a hit!

It's just that I didn't expect that after a few days of seeing each other, he actually followed Wang Ba, waving a folding fan in his hand, and pretending to be for him, it looked like that.

Mr. Song's experience in the past few days is like riding a roller coaster. He came out of the Lu Mansion in a daze. Unexpectedly, he became a staff member of the prefect by a blessing in disguise. He suddenly felt that life was as lonely as snow, and he was so unhappy.

I saw Mr. Song patted his folding fan, shook his head, looked like a scholar and poet, and chanted:
"When is Zitong's family farewell?

The ink pond flies out of the Beiming fish.

The official is the way to return home,
There are still songs and dances under the beauty's account.

Tianming makes another farewell to the world,
The snow in front of the sinking autumn fire.

For no reason, the Spring Mountain Road is silent,
Shuangfei partridge spring shadow oblique. "

Well, this Young Master Song seems to have gotten involved with acrostic poems, no, it's another acrostic poem!

After all, Lin Zimo is very talented, after just one glance, he discovered the special features of this poem, and said with a smile: "This Mr. Song is very talented, and he is very talented in Tibetan acrobatics. The little girl heard that a few days ago there was a Song The young master is in the Lu residence, and he composed a Tibetan acrostic poem in a short while, could it be you, Mr. Song?"

That Young Master Song had a proud face, he cupped his hands and said, "I'm right here!"

Because what happened in the Lu Mansion a few days ago has long been adapted into a story by the storyteller, and it has been widely circulated among the people, and everyone in the audience has basically heard the story of the Lu Mansion recruiting a book boy, although Mr. Song is only one of the supporting roles, But in the absence of the male number one, the male number two naturally attracts attention.

Especially this acrostic poem composed now, compared with the one composed in Lu Mansion, it has too many rhymes and confrontations, so it can't help but arouse applause from the following.

Looking at the reactions of the crowd, Wang Ba felt great satisfaction in his heart, thinking that he was the one who could go to Lin Zimo's small building today, with a happy face like a flower.

The only regret is that the kid surnamed Zhang is not here, otherwise he would have to be dealt a hard blow.

To be honest, until now, Wang Ba did not believe that Zhang Twelve wrote the poem "Love across the Mountains and Seas". If he had such poetic talent, with Qin Yutong's cherished character, how could he let him leave Qin Yutong? Government?

The only explanation is that this kid secretly saw Qin Yutong writing poems when he was in the Qin family, and then plagiarized them for himself—well, that must be the case.

Plagiarism, don't let me see you!

…………

This kind of acrostic - Zhang Twelve naturally disdained it, curled his lips, thinking that it was meaningless, so he prepared to leave.

To be honest, with all kinds of shocking works in his belly, Zhang Twelve naturally wanted to do the face-slapping scene of pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, but face-slapping these people?
Zhang Twelve really couldn't do it!
The level of these people is too low, they are not interested at all...

He came to the Spring Tower to have some fun, even if he couldn't fight in person, at least it would be okay to have an eye craving, right?

But the only woman I saw here was wearing so many clothes that I couldn't even see her face, so I was still playing a chicken?
Alas, it's true that you come here in high spirits and return in disappointment!

Zhang Twelve and Lu Yun'er turned around, raised their feet and were about to leave Zuichun Tower.

Because everyone was praising "good poems, good poems", the sudden departure of the two seemed a bit abrupt.

Song Gongzi turned his head and took a look, hey, it looks familiar.

Wang Ba also turned his head and took a look, hey, it looks familiar!

"It's him!" The two thought almost at the same time and said it with one voice, but their moods were completely opposite.

Song Gongzi's most satisfying Tibetan acrostic poem was finally lost to Zhang Twelve. Although he was unwilling, he was still convinced. After all, Zhang Twelve's poems were indeed better than his by more than one level.

And subconsciously, he was still a little afraid of Zhang Twelve.

When Wang Ba saw Zhang Twelve, his excitement was beyond words, and he thought to himself, God is helping me, you plagiarist, you fell into the hands of the young master today, and you must let everyone see your true face!

Bah, man of the year?Make you Tragic Person of the Year today!
…………

"stop!"

Hearing Wang Ba's familiar voice of a drake coming from behind, Zhang Twelve continued to walk out as if he hadn't heard it.

"Stop him for me!"

Zhang Twelve still stopped, because the door was blocked by two men who looked like servants, looking at him unkindly, as if he dared to take a step forward and was about to strike.

Based on the principle that a good man does not suffer immediate losses, Zhang Twelve stopped.

After all, Lu Yuner was still a child, and he was a little scared when he saw that the magistrate seemed to be harboring ill intentions towards him, so he trembled while holding Zhang Twelve's hand.

Zhang Twelve patted his hand and gave him a look of "don't be nervous", which made him feel better.

Turning his head, Zhang Twelve's expression changed instantly, and he said with a smile all over his face: "I said which son has such a nice voice. It turns out to be the eighth son of the bastard. Disrespect and disrespect!"

As he spoke, he bowed with both hands, with a devout look.

Wanting to laugh but not daring to laugh, everyone's faces turned red.

"Nice voice?"

What a joke!
Wang Ba's male duck voice is notoriously ugly in Liangzhou City, and Wang Ba himself is particularly jealous of others talking about his voice in front of him. The young man in front of him dares to openly tease him like this, how young he is!

"Hehe, did I say it looks familiar? Isn't this the Qin family's divorced husband? Why, he was divorced, and this is to come to Zuichunlou to have some fun? You don't take a piss to take care of yourself, just rely on you Plagiarism, dare to come here to play tricks? Hahaha..."

It was embarrassing, everyone didn't cooperate with Wang Ba to laugh at Zhang Twelve, and he was the only one laughing in the whole hall—er, a little embarrassing.

No one ever underestimated Zhang Twelve just because he was a Husband, because in the stories they heard, it was this Husband who shined in the Lu family and fought against all the heroes!
Even Mr. Song, who was very popular just now, was defeated by him. It seems that he and Mr. Zhifu are not in harmony. It seems that there is a good show today.

But what does plagiarism mean?

When Lin Zimo on the stage heard Wang Ba's words, he stared at the handsome young man off the stage with a pair of captivating eyes, reminding him of the way he turned a blind eye to him before, as if he really had the capital.

"Love is separated by mountains and seas, and mountains and seas cannot be leveled."

Well, I hope you don't disappoint today.

Lin Zimo looked at the audience, feeling an inexplicable expectation in his heart.

(End of this chapter)