Chapter 61 Do your own thing

In fact, even if Yunzheng didn't speak loudly, everyone would know that this poem was not written by Zhang Xu.

Whoever writes poetry by himself is still looking around here!

I stopped reading halfway through. I was obviously copying someone else's poem, but I forgot about it when I was on the spot!

"Ha ha……"

Meng Guangbai laughed loudly, "Zhang Xu, Zhang Xu, you are such a waste! You can't even remember to copy other people's poems. Tell me, what else can you do?"

"I……"

Zhang Xu felt guilty, and then he bulged his eyes again and cursed angrily: "I can still fuck your mother, please call your mother and try!"

As Zhang Xu cursed, everyone couldn't help but be stunned.

Those present were all talented men of letters, who had never thought that someone would say such vulgar words in public.

Meng Guangbai was so angry that he pointed at Zhang Xu and roared: "Shame! You are the shame of the Zhang family! How could Mr. Zhang Ge have a grandson like you!"

Meng Guangbai's words were echoed by everyone.

"none of your business!"

Anyway, they were all seen through, so Zhang Xu simply let himself go and said to Meng Guangbai with an unhappy look on his face: "If you don't accept it, come up and bite me! I'll beat you to death, you bastard!"

"..."

Yunzheng had a dark look on his face and almost laughed out loud.

This guy is really damn good.

When it comes to reciting poems and composing poems, even a hundred Zhangxu is no match for Meng Guangbai.

But when it comes to scolding, Meng Guangbai can only accept the defeat.

Meng Guangbai was so angry that he couldn't do anything to Zhang Xu, so he could only curse Zhang Xu downstairs for being insulting and polite.

But Zhang Xu looked like a dead pig and was not afraid of boiling water, so he ignored him at all.

"Everyone, let's continue the poetry meeting!"

Miaoyin spoke up to control the situation and said sweetly: "Today is a poetry meeting, not a shrew's scolding."

As the sound of Miaoyin sounded, the scene gradually became quiet.

Zhang Xu originally wanted to criticize Miaoyin, but after hesitating for a long time, he still couldn't bear to scold his goddess. He just picked up a glass of wine and downed it with a depressed look on his face.

"You can't even remember this?"

Yun Zheng looked at Zhang Xu with a dark expression on his face.

"So I'm not the type to write or write!"

Zhang Xu was depressed and said bitterly.

"Okay, what a big deal!"

Yun Zheng smiled nonchalantly, "As long as someone is angrier than you."

Saying that, Yunzheng also bit his tongue at Meng Guangbai, who was gritting his teeth in anger.

Zhang Xu thought for a moment, then nodded with a smile.

While the two were talking, Wang Xian had already stood up.

"The iron cavalry gallops across the snowy plains, and the sword energy reflects like a rainbow against the sky."

"You are willing to sacrifice your life without fear, the blood-stained iron armor is beating the drums!"

As Wang Xian finished speaking, everyone present could not help but savor it carefully.

After a moment, several people around Wang Xian took the lead in applauding.

"What a poem! What a man who is willing to sacrifice his own life without fear. This is the kind of iron-blooded man I will do!"

"This poem by Mr. Wang is so soul-stirring, bold and uninhibited..."

"I admire the talent of the prince, I admire you..."

For a while, there was endless praise and flattery.

Even Miaoyin on the stage couldn't help but nod slightly.

Although this poem is not too amazing, to be able to write this poem in such a short period of time can be regarded as a quick writing.

Seeing Miaoyin couldn't help but nod, Wang Xian was even more proud, pretending to be humble and said: "This temporary work is embarrassing!"

Although it was said that he was showing off his humiliation, the look on his face clearly indicated that he had a chance to win.

"It's really embarrassing!"

At this time, Meng Guangbai stood up again with a look of disdain.

"Oh?"

Wang Xianpi smiled and said: "Then I would like to listen to Mr. Meng's masterpiece!"

"as you wish!"

Meng Guangbai raised his eyebrows and smiled, pondered for a moment, and then began to recite a poem with a heroic look on his face.

"The battle is not over yet, and the brave men sacrifice their lives to avenge their country!"

"One day, if we hear the wolf smoke again, the nineteen states will be frost-freezed with one sword!"

As soon as this poem came out, everyone in the audience was shocked.

Wang Xian's face twitched slightly and he looked at Meng Guangbai with hatred.

"What a sword, Shuanghan Nineteen States!"

"Good poetry, good poetry!"

"This poem is even better than the poems written by Prince Wang!"

"With this sentence alone, one sword can frost the nineteen states, and you can be the leader today!"

"As soon as this poem comes out, Mr. Meng will definitely become famous all over the world..."

For a time, there were endless cheers.

Miaoyin couldn't help but nod, as if she liked this poem very much.

"Thank you for your praise. This is a temporary work of mine, so I don't deserve your praise!"

Meng Guangbai bowed to everyone, looking very satisfied.

"damn thing!"

Zhang Xu glanced at Meng Guangbai with great displeasure, then moved closer to Yun Zheng, "Your Highness, do you still remember the other poems written by Mrs. Ye Zi?"

"On the contrary... I still remember two songs."

Yunzheng shook his head, pretending to be slightly drunk, and at the same time picked up a glass of wine and poured it into his stomach.

"Your Highness, please stop drinking. If you drink again, you will forget it!!"

Zhang Xu quickly stopped Yun Zheng, "While you're still drunk, read out the poem quickly and kill the majesty of this bitch Meng Guangbai! I hate to see this bitch get so proud!"

Yun Zheng's eyes were a little wandering, and he was speechless for a while.

You are such a scumbag!

If only your memory were a little better, would you still be able to make this birdman proud?

Got it!

Come on by yourself!

Only with good poems can the news that he is going to Shuobei be spread more widely.

After all, you still have to use your own ultimate move!

Yun Zheng secretly smiled bitterly, stood up unsteadily, and looked at Meng Guangbai with an arrogant face: "You dare to do the same thing even with a small skill!"

Whoa!

After listening to Yunzheng's words, the scene suddenly became an uproar.

With such a masterpiece, this person dared to say that Meng Guangbai was just a minor artist?

"What a big breath!"

Meng Guangbai snorted coldly, "A person who hangs out with a loser like Zhang Xu dares to jump out and make nonsense? Don't imitate Zhang Xu, you can forget even if you copy it!"

As soon as Meng Guangbai finished speaking, everyone burst into laughter again.

"Mr. Meng, why bother with a drunkard?"

"That's right, this person is drunk at first sight and is talking nonsense here."

"That drunkard, lie down quickly, don't be embarrassed here..."

The crowd burst into laughter.

Which person with a little bit of literary talent can hang out with Zhang Xu?

This person was just drunk and talking drunkenly.

"Your father Meng Ruowang does have some literary talent, but as for you..."

Yun Zheng burped from wine and looked at Meng Guangbai with blurred eyes, "There is a saying that a full jar of water...can't shake when shaken, but a half-filled jar of water jingles, that's what I'm talking about...you!"

Yunzheng looked drunk, which made Zhang Xu secretly complain.

Your Highness, don’t talk so much!

You are drunk now, can you still remember it?

If you also forget the poem you copied, we will be very embarrassed today.

"He's talking nonsense, he's just a eloquent drunkard!"

Meng Guangbai's face was full of disdain, and he said teasingly: "If you have the ability, you should compose a poem on the spot! If not, just lie down and continue drinking horse urine!"

Meng Guangbai's words immediately caused everyone to burst into laughter.

"it is good!"

Yunzheng held on to the railing upstairs and shouted drunkenly: "Then you should prick up your ears and listen!"

Meng Guangbai curled his lips with disdain on his face.

He didn't believe that people who hung out with Zhang Xu could have any literary talent!

Not to mention a drunkard!

Yun Zheng took a deep breath, and under the gaze of everyone, he picked up a grape and put it in his mouth. Then he picked up a glass of wine, raised his head and drank the wine in one gulp.

Zhang Xu winked at Yun Zheng crazily, but was secretly worried in his heart.

Your Highness, stop drinking!

If you drink any more, you will really forget the poem you copied!

Yun Zheng ignored Zhang Xu's gaze and let the wine glass in his hand fall.

"Fine grape wine... the luminous cup, if you want... if you want to drink, please play the pipa immediately."

"Don't laugh, Lord, who is lying drunk on the battlefield. Since ancient times, he has been fighting...how many people have returned?"