Wei Wuhou

Chapter 303 Wei Wuji Chanting Chrysanthemum

Wei Wuji stood up slowly, and glanced at the waiters who were still surrounding him.

Then, he heard his low voice and said in a cold tone: "Back off..."

These four words were almost spit out from the cracks in the stones, from the land of the Nine Nethers, which made people feel cold all over.

Others may not feel that much, but for the few waiters who faced Wei Wuji directly, although Wei Wuji was the only one in front of them, it was no less than facing a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

Murderous, cold and pressing, several waiters broke out in cold sweat.

It wasn't until this moment that they realized that this young master of the Wei Kingdom in front of them had such a fierce reputation that they couldn't insult him at all.

So, as soon as Wei Wuji's words fell, these people obediently retreated to the side, allowing Wei Wuji to appear in front of everyone again.

"It's just a poem. Since you want to hear it, you can just say a few words about him!" Wei Wuji said slowly, even though he was hated by everyone, he could still remain calm.

But his way of expressing it also properly aroused a wave of hatred.

Who are you, Wei Wuji, and what qualifications do you have to say such things?

You're just making nonsense, you're too arrogant!

All the scholars present were very annoyed, and they looked at Wei Wuji even more unkindly.

"Let's see what he can tell. If there is really no ink, I will pour the whole pot of wine on his face!" A scholar said bluntly.

But at this time, he didn't know whether he was speaking for Wei Wuji or to tease this person, so he heard a voice speculatively saying: "This Wei Wuji is still the son of Wei Guo, you really dare to pour a face on him?"

"So what about the young master, it's not in his country of Wei now..." The man said unrelentingly, after all, he is also a child of an aristocratic family, and he also wants to save face in front of his peers.

"hey-hey!"

Teased the man to laugh twice, and then said: "Even if you have the guts, I'm afraid you won't be able to get close to him, and you'll be beaten bloody!"

But there is no way to refute this statement, after all Wei Wuji has a fierce reputation, these scholars have not yet said that they have that ability, they can speak better than him.

Of course, these were small episodes. At this time, the focus of the audience was still on Wei Wuji. After all, such a man was going to read a poem, so it finally gave everyone a chance to ridicule him.

For this reason, everyone present, including Tian Yuxuan, had some expectations for Wei Wuji's poem, expecting him to be ridiculed later.

Wei Wuji was well aware of the mentality of these people, but he was not worried at all.

The experience of the previous life is finally useful, those poems memorized by rote, it's time to take effect.

Moreover, in order to create a visual effect, he even pretended to come to a pot of chrysanthemums, meditating...

Then, he twirled with one finger and recited the first sentence: "Xia Cong's house is like a fairy house..."

"shallow……"

"Exaggerated..."

As soon as this sentence came out, the crowd suddenly burst into contempt, and everyone finally had a clear understanding of Wei Wuji's literary talent.Who would come up with such a superficial line as "like a fairy family"?

In fact, now they have no sense of expectation for Wei Wuji's poems. This kind of person is a warrior, and he is not worthy of being with their scholar-bureaucrats and nobles.

Wei Wuji didn't care about these things, and after walking two steps to the next pot of chrysanthemums, he chanted again: "The edge of the fence is getting more and more inclined..."

Ok!Everyone was complaining again.Do you dare to express it more explicitly, where there is still a hint of poetry?

Even Zhou Yan, who was full of fantasies about Wei Wuji, couldn't help sighing at this moment.

Wei Wuji was completely unmoved by the sighs from the outside world, and only heard him chanting again: "It's not that chrysanthemums are preferred among flowers..."

Regarding this sentence, everyone is still numb, because the first two sentences are really common enough.Wei Wuji is still talking about his credibility, and talking nonsense is nonsense.

After thinking about it, everyone also felt that this was normal. The Wei people were just mindless warriors.

The smile on Tian Yuxuan's face at this time was completely wide open, Wei Wuji was really... embarrassing enough.

But immediately, everyone heard Wei Wuji chant again: "After this flower blooms, there will be no more flowers..."

Uh……

After hearing this last sentence, everyone felt that it had some meaning, and when they thought about it a little more, their hearts were even more moved.

Therefore, when Wei Wuji finished his last sentence, the scene fell silent.

Aftertaste... This behavior is the choice of many people, and those who reacted slowly, after seeing the scene quiet down, also honestly closed their mouths.

Aftertaste... The more you think about it, the more everyone will feel the extraordinaryness of this little poem...

That's right, the first two sentences are common enough and superficial enough.But no one can deny the turning point of the third sentence and the finishing touch of the fourth sentence.

Moreover, when you read the whole poem together, the combination of the first two sentences and the last two sentences is even more perfect...

The more you think about it, the more you think about it... the more frightened everyone becomes, and the quieter the scene becomes.

Tian Yuxuan is not stupid either, he naturally understands everyone's thoughts.Although this is not the ending he wanted, but now he is powerless to change it.

After all, he still needs face, and he still can't do things like open his eyes and tell nonsense.

Behind Wei Wuji, Zhou Yan looked at Wei Wuji carefully.He had to believe that he still knew too little about this young master.

Standing where he was, Wei Wuji's expression remained calm. He was already full of confidence in this ancient poem that he had plagiarized and revised.

After giving everyone enough time to react, Wei Wuji asked loudly: "Everyone, I wonder if my son's chant of chrysanthemum will be on the stage?"

No one responded to these words, and all the scholars turned their attention to Tian Yuxuan.

The same is true for Wei Wuji, it depends on how Tian Yuxuan expresses his position at this time.

Of course, if Tian Yuxuan wanted to follow Tian Yuxuan's original intention, he would naturally want to ridicule Wei Wuji...

However, Tian Yuxuan couldn't open his eyes and tell nonsense in front of these scholars.After all, he is not someone who has a thick skin, or just shameless.

"Your poem has some merits..." Tian Yuxuan said impatiently.

Naturally, it was impossible for him to praise Wei Wuji, so he said such a sentence, which can be regarded as protecting the face of himself and the scholars present.

Ok!Originally, this matter should have passed, but Wei Wuji was still stuck in place, which made Tian Yuxuan even more upset.

"Wei Wuji, since you have finished presenting your poem, you can return to your seat now!" Tian Yuxuan reminded at the right time, with a high-profile face.

Wei Wuji smiled without water at this moment, it was a smile he had never seen before, so it looked a little gloomy.

This made Tian Yuxuan's heart stagnate, this Wei Wuji actually dared to defy his will, who gave him the courage.

Just when Tian Yuxuan was about to explode, he heard Wei Wuji's voice said in a low voice, "I have recited a poem, but I still want to tell you a story..."

(End of this chapter)