Chapter 60 Poetry

"This is the wonderful sound!"

Zhang Xu suddenly sat up as if he had been given a shot of blood, staring at Miao Yin intently.

Apparently, Zhang Xu is also a fan of Miaoyin!

Is this the wonderful sound?

Yun Zheng frowned, "Didn't you say she is as beautiful as a fairy? She wears a veil, but you can still see her appearance?"

"Of course I can't see it!"

Zhang Xu said matter-of-factly.

"Then how do you know she is as beautiful as a fairy?"

Yunzheng had a dark look on his face.

"Others said that!"

Zhang Xu squinted his eyes and kept glancing at Miaoyin, "Those who were lucky enough to be her guests said that she was breathtakingly beautiful, even less beautiful than the fairies in the sky..."

Depend on!

He really thought this wonderful sound was very beautiful!

Dare to be affectionate is something that is touted by others!

This Miaoyin is well versed in the art of hype!

While Yunzheng was complaining like crazy, Miaoyin had already spoken.

The opening remarks were nothing more than thanking everyone for their support.

Yunzheng doesn't know what Miaoyin looks like now.

However, this woman's voice is really crisp!

Just listening to the sound makes people feel numb all over.

I hope I'm not a weird voice actor!

Yunzheng thought to himself.

"Miss Miaoyin, you'd better come up with the question quickly!"

"That's right, come up with the question quickly!"

"So what if you come up with a topic? With your poetic talent, can you catch Miss Miaoyin's eyes?"

"My master is well prepared today. I am the one who takes the lead today!"

"What a big statement. If I hadn't come, you would have had a chance to come out on top. But now that I have arrived, you won't have a chance..."

As soon as Miaoyin finished her opening remarks, a group of talented people in the audience started arguing.

Looking at the appearance of these people, Yunzheng couldn't help but sigh secretly.

Gifted?

Jackal is pretty much the same!

"Sixth Young Master, you see, this is the virtue of these so-called talented men..."

Zhang Xu cast a disdainful glance at the noisy talents, and then introduced to Yun Zheng, "The fool who danced the most happily was Meng Guangbai, the son of the imperial censor Meng Ruowang! The one who was going tit-for-tat with him was the grandson of Wang Xuan, the imperial minister's priest. Wang Xian..."

Zhang Xu introduced the person downstairs who was jumping the most energetically to Yun Zheng in a low voice.

Good guy!

They all come from good backgrounds.

The worst one is also the son of a fifth-grade civil servant.

No wonder some people are jumping around like this!

When everyone was quarreling, Miaoyin came out to stop everyone.

"Don't argue anymore, the little girl is going to ask the question."

Miaoyin's voice was so sultry that everyone fell silent.

"Miss Miaoyin, please come up with the question quickly!"

Wang Xian bowed, looking full of confidence.

"Wait a moment, Mr. Wang, the little lady is going to ask the question."

Miaoyin chuckled softly, and then said delicately: "My little lady heard yesterday that the Sixth Prince of our Dynasty will go to Shuobei Border Pass in the near future. My little girl is brave, so I asked you to write a poem on the theme of the battlefield..."

After listening to Miaoyin's words, Zhang Xu looked at Yunzheng subconsciously.

Yun Zheng was also slightly startled.

your sister!

Did you end up eating melon on your own head?

Has this matter been spread?

Hey!

Good thing!

Maybe I can find an opportunity to add fuel to the fire today!

Yunzheng thought silently for a moment, and then asked Zhang Xu in a low voice: "Do you want to be the guest of Miss Miaoyin?"

"I definitely want to!"

Zhang Xu nodded suddenly, but soon his expression turned gloomy, "But with all the ink in my belly, let alone composing poems on the spot, I can't even write an article on the spot..."

Yun Zheng gently hooked his hand and whispered: "Come over here!"

Zhang Xu glanced at Yunzheng dubiously and immediately came over.

Following Yunzheng's whisper, Zhang Xu's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Is this a poem you wrote?"

Zhang Xu looked at Yunzheng with surprise.

"fart!"

Yun Zheng whispered: "It was made by Shen Luoyan's second sister-in-law, and I copied it."

"I see!"

Zhang Xu suddenly realized, "Let me just say, we are both useless..."

Halfway through Zhang Xu's words, he realized something was wrong and immediately changed his words, "I mean, we both have the same amount of ink in our stomachs, hehe..."

"Okay, okay!"

Yun Zheng waved his hand, "Hurry and remember it, or you will shock these people's jaws later!"

Zhang Xu nodded vigorously and was about to memorize it, but his face froze. He could only shamelessly come over again and said awkwardly: "Sixth Young Master, please say it again, I...I forgot..."

"I……"

Yun Zheng suffocated slightly and was speechless for a moment.

This guy is not a man of study and knowledge!

You just told him and he forgot so quickly?

Yun Zheng had no choice but to read it in his ear again.

While the two of them were whispering, someone was already writing poems below.

However, the poem written by that person is not really poetry at all. It is just a few meaningless words forcibly stacked together for the purpose of rhyming.

Not to mention the wonderful sound, even the people present shook their heads.

The man was bored and sat down with a blushing face.

Then, someone else began to compose poetry.

A little better than the previous poem, but not much better.

In addition to laughter, there was a burst of boos.

The dozen or so poems that followed were nothing outstanding.

Seeing that this group of people couldn't write a decent poem at all, Zhang Xu stood up suddenly and laughed arrogantly: "You are the only ones who still write poems? Get out of here and don't make people laugh here!"

After hearing Zhang Xu's words, everyone downstairs suddenly became angry.

They had long disliked Zhang Xu.

This guy still dares to slander them now?

"Zhang Xu, how dare you, a loser like you, speak nonsense here?"

Wang Xian looked at Zhang Xu with disdain, "I heard that Mr. Zhang Ge kicked you out of the house just because you were too useless! I want you, find a place to hide quickly! Don't be embarrassed here. Already..."

"That's right!" Meng Guangbai gently shook the fan in his hand and sneered: "How about we give you a chance to express yourself and don't ask you to compose poems? You can come up with a few fluent sentences seriously. , how about we assume you win?"

As Wang Xian finished speaking, the scene burst into laughter.

Many people know how much Zhang Xu weighs.

What kind of talent can a person who is regarded as a disgrace to the family by Mr. Zhang Ge have?

Let him compose poetry?

It's almost like dying!

Zhang Xu didn't take it seriously, and said without blushing, "I've been keeping a low profile for so long, but I have to keep a high profile today!"

Listening to Zhang Xu's words, everyone burst into laughter again.

Wang Xian and Meng Guangbai burst out laughing.

"Listen to me, Master!"

Zhang Xu suddenly let out a loud shout to calm the crowd, and said loudly: "The horse is newly riding on the white jade saddle, the battle is over...the battlefield...the moon is cold; the city head...the city head...uh..."

Zhang Xu's voice stopped suddenly, and he looked bitterly at Yunzheng, who was still lying there.

Depend on!

Forget it?

Yunzheng had a dark look on his face and quickly reminded in a low voice: "The sound of the iron drums on the top of the city is still shaking, and the blood of the golden sword in the box is still wet."

"what?"

Zhang Xu didn't hear clearly and quickly motioned to Yun Zheng to speak louder.

I shout loudly to your sister!

I said loudly, don’t everyone know that this poem was not written by you?