Uncle's First Favorite Concubine

Chapter 665 Yang Mansion Banquet, Little Six Makes Trouble

Ning Huaijun smiled, because you are not here, and if there is no one to share, there will be no joy.

"Oh, the number one scholar is here, hurry up, let someone show you what literature is, you are just fooling around!" A young man came over with a smile and pulled Ning Huaijun aside.

There are several tables around, and then write poems, draw and draw pairs.

Xiao Liu followed, and those people hurriedly saluted: "I have met the princess, my son!"

Xiao Liu raised his hand, "You play your tricks, I'll just watch!"

Ning Huaijun took a step back: "I'm here today for fun, don't let me occupy the magpie's nest and disturb everyone's interest, just play."

"This is impossible, you are the champion of the new discipline, don't try to run away if you don't show your hands today." The two young masters held Ning Huaijun's arms one by one and refused to let him go.

Ning Huaijun felt a little uncomfortable, but Xiao Liu saw that he couldn't get angry, so he had to agree.

"Everyone is very kind, I really can't refuse, so I will write a poem to express my apology. If there is anything wrong, everyone can correct me."

Xiao Liu didn't dare to be interested in these things, he looked up at the branch beside him, and a leaf fell down.

"One piece, two pieces, three or four pieces."

After hearing this, Ning Huaijun immediately raised the corners of his lips, picked up a pen and swiped at the paper: "One piece, two pieces, three or four pieces..."

The people next to him watched him write and read it out.

Everyone frowned: "What kind of poem is this? Isn't it fooling us? I'm afraid the number one scholar didn't come here by cheating."

The voice of the speaker was not low, but Ning Huaijun ignored it.

Then write: "Five, six, seven, eighty, ninety pieces..."

Now everyone is quitting. I thought Ning Huaijun was playing tricks and wanted to wait for a while, but wait and see such a sentence. Is this called a poem?

It's really a big joke in the world.

"That's enough, Ning Shizi, you are not as insulting as you are. If you don't want to, the master will not force you, but if you write such a sentence, you will look down on everyone!"

Ning Huaijun still ignored the crowd, and Lang Hao was writing on the paper with ink on his pen.

"One piece, two pieces, three or four pieces, five, six, seven, eighty, ninety pieces. Thousands of pieces, tens of thousands of pieces, countless pieces, flying into plum blossoms and disappearing."

As soon as the poem was written, it seemed nothing at first glance, it was written too simply, no different from that written by a child, but after careful consideration, it still had such a feeling.

It describes the scene of heavy snowfall, and the simple sentences outline the scenery where the snowflakes fall into the plum blossoms and cannot be found.

"Papapa... wonderful, wonderful!" Everyone applauded. Of course, there were still a few angry youths who muttered to themselves, saying that Ning Huaijun was just trying to gain fame and put on airs.

Xiao Liu looked at the branch, and there was a caterpillar crawling around on it.

When she took a closer look, there was not just one, but several.

Looking at the group of chattering people under the tree, Xiao Liu went under the tree, put on his hood, and kicked the tree pole fiercely.

The 'crash' shook some leaves down, and dropped some good things at the same time.

Everyone didn't pay attention, and continued to discuss. Soon, someone felt a little itchy neck, and stretched out his hand to scratch it.

If you find something special, take it down and have a look.

A dark, fluffy bug wriggled on his fingertips: "Ah..." The man swung it out.

It just landed on the face of a certain lady.

Feeling something crawling on her face, the woman screamed, "Ah..." waving her hands wildly, running around, trying to get rid of it.

At this time, some girls had already seen the worms on the man's body, and some of them fainted immediately, and the scene was chaotic for a while.

(End of this chapter)