Youlan squeezed Hongxing's seductive face with her little hand, and snorted disdainfully: "The bad guy is using tricks! He deliberately asked Li Xianyu to wait for a while to let her know how important the bad guy is to her!"
"Besides, the most powerful bad guy is of course to appear at the last and most critical moments, so that he can take action and be cool..."
"Miss Youlan, you are so awesome!"
Hong Xing smiled happily, shook Youlan's arms and blushed. Qiqiai Ai said, "I know the physiology of adults best, and Sister Youlan's psychology is the most insightful... If we sisters serve you together, will we feel a perfect match?"
"You...what are you talking about! Sister Hongxing, you are so annoying. Why do you want to uncover my scars?"
Youlan's cheeks flushed, and she pushed the bold and exposed Hongxing aside, and said angrily: "That bad guy doesn't want to sleep with me, don't you know? Fortunately, I'm still seeking scriptures from you in the morning, and now you are mocking me again, it's really not good enough."
Hongxing covered her mouth and giggled: "Didn't my sister teach you? You can do it according to my method, and it will be a long time to try."
Youlan's face was still blushing, but a proud smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "Well, I will do what Sister Hongxing said tonight."
The wine poem is already in a quarrel, and the coaxing begins fiercely!
When talented people have fine wine, they naturally have sufficient inspiration to write poems and can be picked up easily. Occasionally, good wines can attract applause, and the atmosphere is very harmonious.
Zeng Tong has been considering the fine wine. Without the huge threat of Shi Yue, Zeng Tong has sufficient confidence in Zhegui.
Meng Chen came over again and chuckled with Zeng Tong: "Young Master Zeng, I didn't know you just now, and told my uncle to drink wine for all the talents with your reputation. Don't care." Although he was in the hindsight, his eyebrows were full of smiles of seeking credit.
Although Zeng Tong is awesome in poetry and songs, Meng Chen can surpass him ten streets in his scheming.
Zeng Tong was very proud, patted Meng Chen on the shoulder and smiled, "Young Master Meng has spent money, haha... I did this well, and I will definitely find an opportunity to make up for your losses in the future."
"Why are Mr. Zeng so polite? We are good brothers. Helping you is to help my brother, and we have no choice."
Meng Chen pointed to the guys who praised Zeng Tong and belittled Shi Yue, and smiled proudly: "I invited these Suifeng for money, haha... what are they? What are Shi Yue? As long as I have money, I can still step Shi Yue under my feet!"
"Mr. Zeng, although Shi Yue might be like a dead pig, sleeping on the belly of a woman and not participating in the competition. However, Mr. Zeng doesn't need to be discouraged. As long as you have these profit-oriented things to promote for you, Shi Yue is afraid of Mr. Zeng and is afraid of war. If you hand over the beauty, you will also become Mr. Zeng's reputation, haha... Mr. Zeng, is my plan so vicious?"
Zeng Tong listened with his ears, and sure enough, he heard the dozens of bastards still spreading the bad news about Shi Yue everywhere. He felt so beautiful. He held Meng Chen's hand and said with gratitude: "Mr. Meng, I can't repay you for your great kindness to me. Don't worry, Mr. Meng, if I can help you in the future, come to me."
Meng Chen laughed loudly and felt that this strategy that could be solved with a little money not only implicitly Shi Yue, but also deepened his ally with Zeng Tong! Hehe... It can be called Jinniang's trick, which kills two birds with one stone.
Drinking to make cowards brave!
Some talented men are essentially "jaggies"! They are not messed up, but after a few bowls of wine, they even recite poems and essays, which makes people vomit.
It lasted for half an hour, and some groups had selected the final winner.
Zeng Tong couldn't help laughing as they listened to their winning talents writing poems. The arrogant laughter made the talents blush and stood embarrassedly, not knowing what to do - I have to say that this guy is really too good at being a human being.
Although Meng Chen smiled on his face, he looked at Zeng Tong's stupid and arrogant look and looked despised in his heart, thinking: You just have a good father! Otherwise... even if you have a lot of articles, wouldn't you be beaten to the chin?
A talented man finally endured Zeng Tong's ridicule and asked with a cold face: "Young Master Zeng, why are you laughing? Could you tell me the truth?"
Zeng Tong said arrogantly: "I laugh at you for shaking the big tree with a slightest abilities. Your poem... Alas! I can write it when I was five years old..."
The winners of the group almost turned their mouths with a slight face and asked Zeng Tong one after another: "Young Master Zeng, please write a poem to let us ordinary people see your power."
“What’s the difficulty?”
Zeng Tong was arrogant and stood in the middle of all the talents, drank fine wine, and made a poem in seven steps, with a proud look on his face, and said loudly: "
The top scholar was young and the east of the capital,
Seating the spring breeze of a horse in a sedan chair 3b
Where can you travel with the peach blossoms?
Laughing into the evil spirit's wine shop.”
This poem is wild and grand, with a bold and bold middle, and an extraordinary temperament. It is a masterpiece and has a vague trend of being passed down through the ages.
As soon as this wine poem came out, all the talents were silent, and their ears were still shocked. Even He Yuan, Zhu Chao, Chen Sifan, and Mr. Geng were amazed.
The winners of those groups were very dissatisfied just now and could not stand Zeng Tong's ridicule.
But at this moment, I heard that my poem was just a piece of shit compared to Zeng Tong, and was left dozens of streets.
Looking at Zeng Tong's appearance as the best in the world, although he was angry, his talent and knowledge were not as good as others. What can I do?
I felt helpless and had to retreat embarrassedly.
However, the huge insult received in front of thousands of talented men is enough to make them unforgettable and unforgettable forever.
Meng Chen quickly raised his thumb and exclaimed: "What a poem! What a poem! Not to mention the poems made by the talented men today, even if we look at the wise men, how many people can do such a bold and generous wine poem? Haha... Mr. Zeng is enough to squeeze into the sages with this poem."
Then he changed the subject and said to He Yuan: "I see that He everyone has a cold face, and it seems that they do not agree with my ideas? Haha... Since that's the case, why don't you ask He everyone to write a poem and compare it with Mr. Zeng's poems so that all the talents can evaluate which one is better? Is it better?"
Meng Chen's eyes were filled with haze, and he still did not forget the deep hatred of being expelled from the Imperial College by He Yuan.
He Yuan's old face was swollen and red, and was squeezed by Meng Chen and was cold there, and he didn't know how to answer.
He knew very well that it was easy to write a good poem, but it was even more difficult to write a great poem that had been passed down through the ages! It was a wonderful thing to get!
I have to say that Zeng Tong's poem has a lofty realm and has reached the level of a unique poem. No matter how exquisitely he writes, he will never be able to defeat Zeng Tong today.
It is really embarrassing to be slapped in the face by Meng Chen in public.
Meng Chen's words forced He Yuan's face to turn red, which further increased Zeng Tong's popularity, and there was a vague trend of stepping on He Yuan's body to rise.
Thousands of talented men began to make noise, and flattery, quarrels, and noise came one after another. This... finally made Li Xianyu, who was in deep thought, wake up. Looking at Zeng Tong's smug eyes, he vaguely smelled the danger.