He enjoyed being watched like this, so when he stopped writing, the corners of his mouth hooked up unnaturally.

The scholar raised his head, put his hands behind his back, and walked down with a confident look, which aroused everyone's curiosity.

As the book went down, someone immediately stepped forward to spread out the verses it had written, walked around everyone, and showed the verses.

The scholar wrote poems about chrysanthemums.

Indeed, the quality is much higher than that written by the previous batch of people, not only with scenes, but also with connotation.

Even if he was dissatisfied with the scholar, Zhuang Mingyue nodded when he saw this verse: "You said that if he studies hard, in time, he can still become what he is today?"

Long Yuanxiu naturally also saw the verses: "It's a pity that his kung fu has not been used on the right path after all, the verses are not bad, but it is just compared to what the previous few people wrote, if a real literati came up with his own works, the things he wrote were nothing more than a pile of waste paper."

Zhuang Mingyue didn't speak.

Everyone's evaluation of scholars is naturally high, after all, I have written so many poetry dramas just now, and finally came out with a little bit to watch, of course, I have to vigorously praise it.

Enjoying the feeling of being touted for the first time, the scholar couldn't help but raise his head happily, and even wanted to look over to see if there was a Qingyin girl sitting behind the screen, wondering her reaction.

And just when the scholar looked triumphant, Chengshen, who Zhuang Mingyue had been thinking about, appeared at this time, still dressed as a fireman.

Perhaps because he had come in a hurry, the cloth around his waist was covered with soot and his hands seemed to be stained.

When Chengshen appeared, the people in the hall avoided him one after another. But in the space that existed in the depths of the city, no one stood within three steps of entering.

Chengshen's sudden appearance naturally attracted everyone's attention.

The scholar recognized at a glance that this person was the person who had opposed him in the restaurant before, and frowned dissatisfiedly at that time.

Before the others could speak, they took a step forward, with obvious disdain in their eyes, and said arrogantly: "The event being held here is not something that people like you can participate in."

Cheng Shen didn't deliberately clean himself up when he appeared here, and there was soot on his hair and face, which was naturally inferior compared to the clean people around him.

However, Cheng Shen didn't intend to pay attention to him, but stepped forward and walked to a desk.

When the scholar saw that he had been ignored, he became even more angry, so he walked up to Chengshen in three steps and two steps and said, "Can't you understand people's words? If you look at the people around you who are attending this event, there are people like you, and I advise you, it's better not to be embarrassed here. Don't waste everyone's time. ”

Cheng Shen, who had been provoked, picked up the brush at this moment and paused, raised his head to look at the scholar and said, "Did you organize this event?"

The scholar was stunned for a moment, and then shook his head: "Naturally not."

Cheng Shen smiled, with a hint of playfulness in his eyes, the distance between the two people was very close, and such a look was naturally only visible to scholars: "In this case, the boss who hosted this event didn't say anything, what are you clamoring for here?"

As soon as these words came out, the scholar immediately blushed, subconsciously turned his head to look at the old bustard's expression, and wanted to ask her for help to get this annoying person out.

But when he came into contact with the old bustard's eyes, the scholar didn't know how to speak.

"If you know each other, let me out."

Seeing that the old bustard had been sitting in his place, playing a fan leisurely, and had not paid attention to the two of them, even if the scholar was unwilling in his heart, he could only make a dry threat like this, and then turned around and left.

Cheng Shen smiled softly and said, "Why are you leaving?" Who do you think you are? Eligible to kick people out? ”

A few understated questions blocked people who originally had the same thoughts as scholars.

No one continued to embarrass him, and the hall gradually quieted down, and the commotion just now was just a passing cloud.

In such a quiet environment, the pen is like a god, and there is no pause for a while, which can be said to be done in one go.

The smooth writing also made people who had paid attention to Chengshen a little curious. No matter who walks on stage and starts to write inscriptions and poems, there will always be one or two stutters, but this person is different.

The scholar knows the strength of Chengshen better than anyone else, after all, the things in the restaurant before are still vivid, because of Chengshen, he was almost beaten half to death by the owner of the restaurant.

However, even though the scholar squinted his eyes and wanted to make some small movements, he didn't know that all his actions at the moment had been seen by other people.

What's more, there is still a distance between the people who write and watch, and the middle is firmly isolated by a few thugs in Yihong Mansion, even if the scholar really wants to make some small moves, he doesn't know where to start.

"Finished writing so quickly? It can't be nonsense, right? ”

"Who knows, but he looks confident."

"What if people are not good-looking, and the sea is not measured?"

"At that time, I thought that his movement of lifting the pen and writing just now was very natural and smooth, and he was really a person with ink in his stomach."

Someone began to discuss things about Chengshen in a whisper, originally the scholar wanted to sneer a few words, but he did everything, he didn't expect that Zhuang Mingyue would install people in the crowd of onlookers, and when he saw Chengshen appear, he began to fan the flames among the crowd of onlookers without a trace.

However, a few people who were inserted were also very smart, and they didn't say much, but after making a guess, they left a large amount of space for others to play freely.

And as Cheng Shen stepped down from the stage, when the scholar listened to the discussion of the people around him and didn't seem to be going in the direction he thought, he couldn't help but feel a little anxious, and said before showing Cheng Shen's works: "What level can a fire-burning person have?" If you want me to see, grandstanding is really a long time ago, don't waste our time here, wait a minute, if the things you pick up are unsightly, don't blame me for not telling you kindly. ”

When the scholar said this, the other onlookers who were originally just guessing and wavering had some new opinions in their hearts, but they had not yet said it.

The scholar could keenly perceive that the eyes of the people around him began to change, and he couldn't help but be proud

laughed.

Cheng Shen looked at him with some amusement and said, "What if you wait a minute, what if you can see the things you take out?" What do you do? ”

The scholar snorted coldly: "It's one thing to be able to see it, it's another thing to be good or not, as for the final result, I have to leave it to everyone to judge, but you don't have the final say."

Cheng Shen didn't pay any attention to him, and turned around, and the person behind him had already picked up the words he had written.

But looking at this poem written by Cheng Shen, without looking at the content first, just looking at the handwriting of the dragon flying and phoenix dance, it can make people sigh deeply.

A word can reflect a person's character, the words in the city are flying and the phoenix is dancing, and there is a faint feeling of unrestraint, but when you look closely, he is in the framework, so that people can't find mistakes.

It's just that when this beautiful hand was revealed, some people already applauded.

When he looked at the content carefully, the scholar's face immediately changed.

"The yellow flower has no owner for whom, and it is cold and alienated from the curved stem."

Someone whispered out the verses written by Chengshen.

He nodded his head as he slowly tasted the verses.

The poem written by Chengshen also describes chrysanthemums, but whether it is the artistic conception or the use of words, it is far more clever than the poem taken out by the previous scholar.

When two poems are put side by side, they are immediately superior.

At this time, the people who were inserted played their role again.

"Sure enough, there are many talents! It's really unseemly, I thought he was just a troublemaker, but I didn't expect it to be amazing. ”

"That's right, the person who can write such a poem can only say that he is worthy of being broad-minded, and if I was insulted just now, I would have already taken the case and argued with others!"

"This poem is so much taller than the previous ones!"

Under the deliberate inducement of a few people who were inserted, soon everyone stopped paying attention to the poem written by the scholar before.

Seeing that the things that should have belonged to him were snatched away little by little, the scholar was of course not convinced, he immediately clenched his fists, and walked to Chengshen angrily: "Don't think that it is great that you can write a good poem, let me tell you, you are just a fire-burner, and you are not qualified to be compared with me!"

As soon as these words came out, they immediately aroused the dissatisfaction of other people, and some people couldn't help but argue in a low voice: "What's wrong with the fire?" People are not allowed to perform if they are talented? ”

When the scholar heard this, he suddenly turned his head and glared at the man, who expected it to make the others even more angry.

"I said what's the matter with you, your talent can't compare to others, forget it, is it interesting to slander the identity of others who burn fires three times and twice?"

"That's it! It's clear that you don't have the ability anymore, why don't you come up with a better work? ”

"If you have the energy to shout loudly here, you might as well write a new pair of poems, so that we can all see how noble you are, the legendary reader, who was born low and lowly than us?"

"I think he just can't write, and he's angry there."