Royal Gold Medal County Magistrate

“Lingering feelings, the orchid boat is about to depart. Holding hands and gazing at each other with tearful eyes, we are speechless with choked sobs...” Fang Zheng Yi really put on a show this time.

Drinking alcohol can sometimes enhance performance, making reciting poetry much more effective than doing it dryly.

However, the audience's response was not very enthusiastic.

This poem... was written by the master of incomplete verses, Fang Zheng Yi, and has spread throughout the north and south of the Yangtze River. There are many scholars present, and very few have not heard this poem.

So, when Fang Zheng Yi opened his mouth, most people were disappointed.

Is this your own poem? You're just reciting someone else's!

He seems a little drunk....

Chu Youyi couldn't help but reveal a hint of disappointment in her eyes. It seems that the poem just now was also copied.

Now that he's drunk, he doesn't even bother to hide it?

This incomplete poem is her sister's favorite, and she's heard it so many times that her ears are calloused.

Alas, it was going so well, but now he's taken the initiative to embarrass himself. I don't know what Fang Tangjing was thinking.

Lu Xiuwen, who had already sat down dejectedly, suddenly felt a glimmer of hope when he heard Fang Zhengyi repeating the same old tune.

He stood up impatiently and shouted loudly, "Everyone, this poem was written by the famous Fang Zheng Yi, Master Fang! Now this thief actually claims that he wrote it. Do you still believe he is a wine demon?"

"Literary thief!!! How many people in the world know this incomplete poem? You didn't even bother to be careful when copying it. In my opinion, the poem just now was also plagiarized from some famous writer!"

The whole audience remained silent.

There was no refuting this. Young Master Lu was telling the truth. Everyone knew he was copying.

But the wine demon seems a little drunk. Just because he recited Fang Zheng Yi's poem, can we conclude that the previous poem was also copied?

Xie Xian couldn't bear to watch and closed his eyes. It's over, the master is destined to be embarrassed. How can he explain this? Is he going to tell everyone that he is Fang Zheng Yi?

Fang Zheng Yi didn't care. He couldn't hear the voices around him clearly and continued to recite on his own.

Holding the wine pot, his eyes blurred, he pointed his fingers like a sword towards the sky.

"Where shall I wake up tonight? On the willow bank, the waning moon in the dawn breeze.

This departure will last for years, and fair days and fine landscapes will be naught but empty show...

Even if I have a thousand kinds of amorous feelings, with... whom shall I share them!"

As soon as the word "share" fell, Fang Zheng Yi froze, and his mind actually regained a bit of clarity.

His hand loosened, and the wine jar fell onto the stage with a thud, dark red wine flowing out.

A tear slowly flowed down the corner of Fang Zheng Yi's eye... I remember! I finally remember?

One drop, two drops, more and more tears flowed. Fang Zheng Yi, who was drunk, began to cry uncontrollably, turning into a sobbing mess.

The people under the stage were all dumbfounded.

Although this poem was written by Fang Zheng Yi, it is a famous incomplete poem!

Countless people have tried to complete the last two lines, but those who presented their attempts were scolded as dog's tail continuations.

Over time, no one was willing to complete the last two lines of this poem. Everyone tacitly agreed that this incomplete poem was a complete work.

Unexpectedly, the wine demon has now tried his hand and completed this poem?

Some scholars stood up excitedly and trembled as they said, "He completed it! Natural and seamless... perfect!!!"

"It's complete!! The poem is complete!!!"

"Even if I have a thousand kinds of amorous feelings, with whom shall I share them? With this line, the name of the wine demon can shake the world."

The scene instantly began to undergo earth-shattering changes.

Countless people began to shake their heads and savor the artistic conception of the whole poem, either admiring, sighing, or feeling a trace of loss in their hearts.

If I had completed this poem, I would be famous all over the world! It's a pity that there will never be two more perfect lines...

Fang Zheng Yi cried and laughed, raised a finger and roared at the stage: "1 point! I'm only 1 point short! Wouldn't I have gotten 90 points in Chinese!!!"

"I can get 120 points in Chinese in mock exams! How did I only get 89 in the college entrance exam!!! I remember!"

"Damn it, I remember!!!" The academic loser on the stage frantically vented his grievances from two lifetimes, taking advantage of the alcohol to launch a brutal verbal attack on his psychological shadow.

The people under the stage watched him go crazy, mesmerized.

"What genuine emotion... Look how sadly he's crying. It seems the wine demon is also a deeply affectionate person!!"

"Although we are all men, who doesn't yearn for true love? The wine demon has become the legendary playboy he is today, it seems that he was hurt by love in the first place."

"Alas, he's been stimulated too much. He's already starting to talk nonsense. How deep was the wound?"

Fang Zheng Yi was still spouting, from the head teacher to the principal, from the principal to the general manager. Seeing this, Xie Xian quickly signaled Zhou Tie and Zhao Lie.

The two of them did not hesitate to go on stage and use brute force to pull Fang Zheng Yi down, then began to pour tea into him.

Fang Zheng Yi thought it was wine and drank it all without refusing.

"Happy! Happy... I want to be the sales champion, I want to be President Fang, happy!..."

"President Fang! Wake up! Stop being happy! You two, quickly get some sobering soup!" Xie Xian was sweating profusely.

It's fine to write poetry, but why talk nonsense! Fortunately, no one can understand a single word he's saying...

Embarrassing! Embarrassing to the point of no return!

Yu Niang was very observant and asked the waiter to bring several large bowls of sobering soup, which the brothel always kept on hand.

As soon as the sobering soup arrived, the three of them began to help Fang Zheng Yi drink the medicine in a flurry.

Chu Youyi stared blankly in the direction of Fang Zheng Yi, her body trembling slightly with excitement.

Her eyes were full of disbelief and curiosity.

Fang Tangjing is so talented. If her sister knew that this poem had been completed and was so perfect, she would be so happy.

But why did he come to be a servant? Why? Why?....

Lu Xiuwen sat back in his seat dejectedly, looking at the ground and grabbing his hair, feeling a sense of frustration in his heart!

Could it be that this guy really isn't Fang Tangjing? How could a servant have such literary talent? Impossible!

Today, he embarrassed himself in public. Wasn't he slapped in the face by this lowly fellow? I don't know how many people will laugh at him tomorrow...

Just as he was annoyed and regretful, Yu Niang walked over with a smile.

She squatted down next to Lu Xiuwen and whispered, "Young Master Lu, I'm sorry if I upset you today. It's all my fault. I've specially prepared a superior room for you, and there are many..."

Lu Xiuwen gave her a look, then looked at Chu Youyi with some worry.

Yu Niang followed his gaze and immediately recognized Chu Youyi as a woman, giggling softly, "So you have a beauty accompanying you, I was being presumptuous. But room number three of the premium suites is reserved for you. Enjoy yourself, and feel free to call me if you need anything."

Looking at Chu Youyi and listening to Yu Niang's words, a burst of lust suddenly surged in Lu Xiuwen's heart!

Won't I know if it's leftovers if I take a bite? This little girl is interested in me, and she's just the daughter of a merchant. With such a good opportunity today, why wait!

"Okay, I understand!" Waving Yu Niang away, Lu Xiuwen approached Chu Youyi leisurely and said, "Youyi, I was too impatient. It seems that I may have misunderstood him. He shouldn't be a servant."

Chu Youyi nodded absentmindedly, still looking around. Lu Xiuwen felt a little more suffocated in his heart, and patiently said, "Youyi, it's getting late. Why don't we find a place to try this Seven Day Sage later, and then I'll send you home?"

"Ah? No need, Young Master Lu, I'd better go home directly."

Chu Youyi suddenly realized that it was getting late!

If she didn't go home so late, many people would be looking for her.

Lu Xiuwen coaxed her gently, "Youyi, it's already this hour anyway, it doesn't matter if it's a little earlier or later. There's a carriage waiting for me outside. After drinking this magical medicine, I'll send you back."

"This medicine has the miraculous effect of beautifying and nourishing the skin. I'm afraid my brothers will snatch it away if I take it home, so why don't we enjoy it while we can! It won't take much time, let's go."

After saying that, Lu Xiuwen went up to take Chu Youyi's hand, Chu Youyi instinctively dodged, but her sleeve was still grabbed.

However, since he had already said so, there was no good reason to refuse. Chu Youyi got up blankly and was led away by Lu Xiuwen, but her eyes were still fixed on Fang Zheng Yi's location.

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