The guards sent by Ye Tongpan were stunned on the spot when they heard these words.

He did not expect that Ning Wuchang actually rejected Ye Tongpan's proposal and challenged the young master's family on the spot.

Ye Changlong was also stunned, and then he was ecstatic. He deliberately raised his head and laughed loudly in the direction of the upstairs: "Haha! As expected of Ning Shixian, you are talking so arrogantly. What do you mean, you don't care about An at all?"

Do you take the questions asked by the young Marquis seriously?"

"No."

Ning Wuyan also raised his head and looked upward.

It's a pity that standing outside, you can't see the scene on the fourth floor.

He didn't care, and smiled calmly: "It's not that I didn't pay attention to Mr. An Xiaohou's topic, I simply didn't pay attention to all the topics about poetry writing."

boom!

His words were like a strong wind sweeping across the calm lake surface, setting off huge waves in the sky.

Both the students who entered the lobby and those standing outside were all stunned.

"As expected of a poet recognized by the King of Poetry, so crazy!"

"Even the King of Poems has some subjects that he is not good at writing poems on. How old is Ning Wushan? Can you believe what he says with his hairless mouth?"

"If you don't believe it, you haven't seen Ning Shixian compose a poem on the spot. You don't know that when the engagement was broken off in front of the Liu Mansion..."

In the face of doubts and affirmations, every time there was an argument between the two sides who held each other's views, they would retell the wonderful scene of one man fighting hundreds of students on the day Ning Wuchang went to the Liu Mansion to break off the engagement.

Liu Qingfang, who was sitting opposite Ye Changlong, felt regretful and resentful every time she heard such topics.

What she regrets is that she cannot recognize people well, and what she hates is that she is indecisive.

On the day they broke off the engagement, they should have taken advantage of Judge Ye Tong's authority and not be afraid of the gift given by the emperor, and put Ning Wuchang in jail!

It’s not like every time I mention Ning Wuchang’s poetry, she will mention her divorced marriage and invisibly torture her and the Liu family!

"Ning Shixian, it's useless to talk too much. If you really have the ability, just bring Mr. Ye's two hundred bottles of perfume in. If you don't have the ability, don't stand in front of the door and delay the students around you from answering questions." Liu Qingfang drew everyone's attention.

, brought back Ning Wuchang’s poetry writing.

The ghostwritten poem that enters the first floor was written by her herself.

And wrote two songs!

With these two poems, Liu Qingfang felt confident when facing Ning Wuyan.

She didn't believe that Ning Wuyan could compose a poem that fit the title in just a short time over a cup of tea, and could surpass the poem she had been pondering for five days!

If Ning Wuhao composes a poem in a hurry, she can also take this opportunity to belittle this famous poet, and then the regret in her heart will dissipate.

"Miss Liu, I know you are in a hurry, but I suggest you drink more tea and talk less."

Ning Wuyang said and took a step forward.

Immediately, the guard responsible for guarding the door stretched out his arm and stopped in front of Ning Wuyan.

"You can only enter after answering the questions."

The guard was wearing a bright yellow brocade uniform and spoke an authentic Beijing dialect. He should be from Mr. An Xiaohou.

"Aren't you going to the judges to answer the questions?" Ning Wuyang saw the two judges sitting ten meters away, and saw the guards sent by Ye Tongpan glaring at them.

Thinking that these two men were magistrates of the lower county, he had no intention of arguing with them. He turned to Xiao Yunfei and said, "Come closer."

Since he is not allowed to behave in a low-key manner, he can only do things in a high-profile manner.

Ning Wuyan's anger sank into his dantian, and he shouted towards Ye Changlong: "Ye Changlong, we'll go in right away, just wait for the inspection!"

He was the most fair and impartial person. He agreed that the time for writing poems would be shorter than the time for drinking tea. He would never rush ahead of schedule and would definitely give Ye Changlong a chance to drink tea.

Ning Wuyan's words echoed in the lobby, lingering around.

The Xiaoxiang Pavilion is a ring-shaped hollow structure. The one-story lobby is in the center of the ring, with various ropes hanging in the middle. It is used for flying dance performances on weekdays.

On the upper floors, as long as you are close to the center of the ring, you can clearly see every move in the lobby, which is convenient for enjoying high dances. Also, because the private rooms on the higher floors are more expensive, it gives you a sense of superiority. .

At this time, the commotion below successfully attracted the attention of everyone on the floor above.

Zhou An, who was having nothing to say to Ji Jin, heard that the rumored Jinling Shixian had arrived. He leaned against the railing and looked down. When he saw a young man in simple clothes but handsome appearance, his eyes darkened.

A good stranger is as good as jade, and his son is unparalleled in the world.

No wonder he was able to attract Shen Youyi to follow him around, almost disturbing his meeting today just to promote the Ning family's perfume.

Fortunately, he invited many famous scholars in the capital to brainstorm many interesting topics, so that he would not be robbed of the limelight.

But at this time, seeing that Ning Wuyan did not pay attention to the questions he asked, Zhou An looked at Shen Youchu and Ji Jin who had been staring down, and chuckled: "As expected of the Jinling Poetry Immortal, Lian Benhou took the trouble to arrange I didn’t even pay attention to the topic, and I don’t know if he is really talented or just a tough talker.”

"Zhou An, don't be so weird. When Mr. Ning said he was coming in soon, it means he is already on the road." Shen Youchu retorted, with infinite affection in his beautiful eyes.

As expected of Mr. Ning, she knew that such a trivial matter as writing a poem would not be a problem for him at all.

"Miss Shen, according to your opinion, Ning Wuxu composed a poem in such a short period of time?" Zhou An wanted to mock again.

Ning Wuyan's voice already sounded in the lobby.

""Climbing the Stork Tower": The sun sets over the mountains and the Yellow River flows into the sea. If you want to see a thousand miles away, go to the next level."

Since he couldn't go to the judges to read the poem, and in order to prevent some people from not admitting his fault, Ning Wuyang deliberately read it loud enough for everyone within ten feet of the hall to hear it.

He finished reading this poem.

The students who were rushing to go to the judges to answer questions just now all stopped and stood on the spot dumbfounded.

The song "Climbing the Stork Tower" written by Ning Wuhuang just now echoed in everyone's mind, and there seemed to be a spectacular scene in front of them of the sun setting over the mountains and the Yellow River flowing eastward towards the roaring sea.

The last sentence seemed like the east-flowing river was lapping at their chests, arousing their strong desire to climb to a higher level in the Xiaoxiang Pavilion.

Even Zhou Jingxian, who had already entered the lobby and was inquiring about the life experiences of the two talented people in the corner, saw such an outstanding Ning Wuyan and almost rushed forward to talk to him.

She had seen Ning Wuhuang's face many times in her childhood drawing books.

But now she realized how majestic, domineering and uninhibited he was compared to the person in the portrait.

It is difficult to control such a talented person who relies on his talent and arrogance, but she still can't help but imagine that if she can persuade Ning Wu to join her father's camp, it will definitely be a big help!

"If you want to see a thousand miles away, reach a higher level! Brothers, today we must follow Ning Shixian's footsteps and stand higher!"

"Judge, I have a poem!"

"I have it too!"

After a brief silence, Ning Wushuang's poem inspired him to move forward even more excitedly.

There is no need for anyone to comment. Everyone's reaction determines whether the poem can pass the test.

Ning Wuyan glanced at the arm that was still stretched across his chest, looked at Ye Changlong who was holding a tea cup, but had not finished drinking the tea in the cup, and said to the guard calmly: "Please give up."

"……yes."

The guards who knew how difficult this question was were also shocked by Ning Wuxu's ability to write poems. When he realized what he was doing, he quickly took a step back.

"Ye, Chang, Long."

Ning Wuyang shouted the name of the consignee word by word.

When Ye Changlong saw Ning Wuyou crossing the threshold and walking into the lobby, he trembled with fright and quickly looked towards Liu Qingfang as if asking for help.

The uncle couldn't help on the third floor, so he could only hope that the smarter Liu Qingfang would stop Ning Wuyan.

"..."

Liu Qingfang was also shocked by Ning Wuxu's poem, and she couldn't calm down for a long time.

The endless regrets turned into hatred at this time.
Chapter completed!