"Okay, sister Ziqi, maybe you don't feel anything about me, it doesn't matter. But I want to tell you that you are still very young and easily fooled. I want to expose that person in front of you. Then you know what truth, goodness and beauty are, and what is false and ugly. Even if I don't get your favor, I will be very happy to be able to help you a little bit." Ximen Chuxue said, he was very sincere, his eyes were very soft, his face looked very vivid, it was a very noble face carved.

He suddenly escaped from all directions with praise. When the two of them were compared, they could tell at a glance that they were familiar with each other.

A person is like a gangster, using such low-level means to provoke the eldest son of the Ximen family. The large sanctuary of the Ximen family is not so angry. For this girl who is trapped in the abyss, he will sacrifice his face and promise to fight with people of that level. This spirit is very noble, a model of morality, and such character is simply unparalleled.

Although the people around them had nothing to say, they had already said this in their eyes.

Ding Ziqi's grandfather hopes that Ding Ziqi can repent and find such a beautiful son-in-law.

"Then you expose me in public, then you expose me with one of your skills and use the skills you are best at." Wu Han did not leave a good impression on people, but fortunately he used his original tone to the end.

"I don't bully you either. Ziqi just now, you are very talented. Then let's write a poem in public and give it to Ziqi. To see who has a better poetic sense of the poetic sense and whose poems are more gorgeous, then who will win." Ximen Chuxue said.

"I accept your challenge, but I have a request." Wu Fan thought for two seconds and agreed to the other party.

"Okay, you come first." Ximen Chuxuedao.

"No, don't worry, I haven't made my request yet."

"Well, you make your request. As long as your request is not too excessive, in fact, your request is not very illegal, I will agree to you." Ximen Chuxue said very generously.

"Now you have such a good impression in front of everyone. Even if you write a worse one, you will be supported by everyone. No matter how good or wonderful my poem is, I will give you a bad impression, and you will lose points." Wu Fan said.

"Haha, even his virtue is still writing poetry, and he can't even rhyme."

"It's just a nouveau riche. When you give him two, it's good to be able to put a few words in your mouth."

"How could that virtue make poetry? He's almost the same as cheating."

"Even if he takes ten thousand steps, he can write poetry that is the most inexplicable."

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A group of people from the Ding family began to mock him, especially those of Ding Ziqi's cousins.

Wu Fan was not angry at all, but continued.

"Young Master Ximen also saw you. How unfavorable the current situation is for me. So, my request is very reasonable. We each wrote a poem automatically, and then put these two in anonymous way in a basin. Then we asked people at home to comment on the good or bad. Then we posted these two poems on the Poetry Network at the same time to see the netizens' likes. Finally, we took 50 each according to the weighted average, and the final score is the sum of these two scores. Isn't this very reasonable?" Wu Fan smiled. His thinking was very rigorous. He had considered it long ago that he might suffer unfair treatment.

But at this moment, Ding Ziqi was a little worried. If this bastard asked him to scold and fight, he might win. How could he let him write poetry? He had never seen him show his talent.

In fact, Wu Fan has shown countless talents, but Ding Ziqi doesn't know, and Wu Fan has never shown it to her.

"Your suggestion is very reasonable. Of course I agree. Otherwise, if I win you, you will not be convinced, and I will be useless to win." Master Ximen began to become confident at this moment, because everyone around him was cheering, so he used the donkey to follow the crowd and showed his arrogance.

If you are optimistic about that person and care about the words, you will be very supportive of any kind of actions and remarks he makes.

For example, some very incomprehensible actions of some fresh meat, very weird hairstyles, and very strange makeup have become the targets of imitation by fans. They think that it is cool, that is handsome, and that is a new era that follows the pace.

At this moment, Ximen Chuxue has become a lot of idols. She is handsome and polite, and can occasionally show off and slap her in the face. It's really cool and cool.

If there were no such elders, Ding Ziqi's good sisters in front of him had already screamed.

They found a room, and comrades, you guys are there without Ximen Chuxue.

Their time is one quarter of an hour. If they cannot write a poem, it will be considered a failure. If they write a poem, they will have to go through a few parents' comments. At the same time, they will also post it online for comments to the Internet.

Finally, they took out their copy and made sure that their names correspond to the poems they wrote.

No one can deny this practice. Ximen Chuxue strongly agrees with this evaluation plan that has no right.

The two of them picked up the brush. The brush is very good, and the Howling Paper is also very high-end rice paper.

Of course, these were prepared in advance by the elders of the Ding family. They expected that the nouveau riche boy would not write calligraphy at all, so he would get stuck at this threshold.

Ding Ziqi was very worried. Just as she was about to ask her elders, Wu Fan grabbed her hand and gave her a very reassuring look.

The door was closed, all the idleness was gone, and there were only two people inside.

Of course, this was also designed by the old man of the Ding family.

You can't see that person, and even if it causes disputes inside, the eldest son of the Ximen family deserves it.

Ding Ziqi is not worried about this. In this world, I'm afraid no one of the same age is Wu Fan's opponent.

Ding Ziqi stood at the door, waiting anxiously.

All the other Ding family members and a few people from the Ximen family were sitting there drinking tea, chatting, and waiting leisurely.

Because they already felt that the outcome had been separated, there was no suspense at all. For a talented and evil figure, dealing with a dull nouveau riche who was ignorant of the high ground was not as simple as an eagle catching a chicken.

It will arrive in a quarter of an hour.

The old man of the Ding family went to open the door himself, and then they picked up the envelope on their table, which had been sealed.

Another letter was placed directly in the safe inside, and the copies of these two poems had their names written on them.

The two poems in it have no names. They do not know the notes of Ximenjiang's Da Taiyuan, nor do they know the notes of the lazy boy. It is very fair to do this.

Then the old man of the Ding family opened the envelope and opened two pieces of rice paper.

There was a Bei from the Ding family next to him, so he quickly took a photo with his mobile phone, and then they spread the two poems online at the same time.

The hall of two pieces of rice paper opened. What was very surprising was that the handwriting on both pieces of rice paper was actually very beautiful. One piece of paper was feminine, delicate and neat.

The handwriting on a piece of paper is unrestrained, as free and elegant as flowing clouds and water.

This is completely different from what they imagined. One should be well-written and the other should be like a graffiti.

Could it be that I have learned some calligraphy?
Chapter completed!