Chapter 118: Comparing to poetry, I am not as good as you!

"This poem is not written by me." The words of horses driving hard suddenly made the lively chrysanthemum platform quiet. In such silence, the sudden cough of Old Master Li seemed very harsh. The scholars suspected and looked around for a while, and then focused their attention on Guan Guan again.

"The older you are, the softer your bones are. This time Li Jisheng has been slapped on the feet." Seeing the dramatic scene in front of him, Master Yan sneered, and while saying that, he reached out to pat Tang Cheng, "It's just a farce, why are you joining in the fun?"

Even after sitting down, Tang Cheng's eyes were still on Lao Ma. Looking at his current face, it felt really exciting! "Since it is a farce, there are always many people to join in to be considered lively."

Guan Guan, surrounded by everyone's eyes, pursed his lips and smiled, and said crisply: "The poem I sang just now is from Tang Cheng, Xueming Jingke, Yunxi County."

"Ming Jing Department?".

"Tang Cheng?".

"Tang Cheng!".

"That disciple of Mr. Yan?"

As Guan Guan revealed the mystery, a buzzing discussion suddenly sounded everywhere on the sandbank. Tang Cheng smiled apologetically to Mr. Yan, who was facing the shocked look, and stood up from the thick felt blanket.

Because he was going to attend the literary meeting today, Li Yingwan and Lancao had to give him some careful cooking in the morning. Tang Cheng's appearance was not bad, especially the demeanor she showed was even more rare. He traveled through time 1,300 years later, not to mention anything else, the broad vision and equal confidence that was cultivated by the social environment in later generations and the insufficiency of the bones was enough to make him face the crowded scenes and high-ranking officials. This is the most basic and important hard advantage of being a time traveler.

In later generations, the president can see it on TV every day, let alone the horse in front of you. In later generations, it will be just a mayor at most. No one can watch it when the number of people like this comes out on TV! Just wait for the change of the channel, you!

With a handsome appearance, confident and uncompromising temperament, and a well-deserved dress, Tang Chengduan stood up from the chrysanthemums against the golden background, with a young man standing upright and clear spirit.

Compared with Tang Cheng, who was full of vitality, his bad face was becoming more and more old.

"It's indeed a disciple of the old man Yan's teachings."

"It is not surprising that he is the disciple of Mr. Yan. The old teacher has been strict all his life. How can the students he values ​​so much? From this point of view, it is not surprising that Tang Cheng was able to write such a poem."

"Well, Brother Bo Yu's words are reasonable. I didn't expect that the small Yunxi County can cultivate such a young handsome man. Alas! By the way, isn't Liu Suifeng also studying in Yunxi County? Look at the two of them, from their appearance to their talent and learning, they are considered outstanding. It seems that my Jinzhou cultural context can be regarded as a successor."

"These two are indeed rising stars in the literary world in Jinzhou. However, if you want to compare, Liu Suifengsheng has a family background, while Tang Cheng is more calm in terms of temperament; as for talent, it is really difficult to distinguish between advantages and disadvantages without comparing it in person."

The scribes under the Chrysanthemum are talking like this, and Liu Jingwen on the stage is also having the same thoughts.

Nowadays, whether it is to cover up the embarrassment of being a horse or to change the topic, Liu Jingwen is very confident in his cousin, and he must rely on Liu Suifeng.

"Wuya, come here." Liu Jingwen called Liu Suifeng's character. It is said that Liu Suifeng's character was taken down by his grandfather Liu Xiyi that day. "Wuya, although your duty today is to lead the boy to greet all the guests, since it is a literary association, even if it is Ying Jing'er, he should write a poem."

Liu Jingwen's proposal immediately won the audience's yes. Even Master Yan nodded. It was a great pleasure to be able to witness the two young people who were among the best in this Taoist literary context.

Seeing that the literati's attention turned away from him, Ma Bie Jia suddenly felt a loose body. He felt ashamed and angry in his heart, and when he heard Liu Jingwen calling Liu Suifeng over, Lao Ma also felt a little expectant in his heart. Liu Suifeng's poems were seen with his own eyes in previous literary gatherings. Compared to the provocative Tang Cheng, Lao Ma would rather be Liu Suifeng's poems today.

Liu Suifeng, who had a handsome appearance, stood on the chrysanthemum platform in white clothes, just like his experience in Yunxi County School, and naturally became the center of attention.

Under the gaze of everyone, Liu Suifeng looked at Tang Cheng, who was not far from him. However, he did not respond to Tang Chengdi with a smile, but turned his eyes to the brilliant chrysanthemum inside and outside the sandbank. His eyebrows were slightly frowned as if he was thinking about something.

After waiting for a while, Liu Suifeng couldn't help but urge him: "Wuya!".

"I had a poem with Tang Cheng in Yunxi County School in March this spring." Liu Suifeng opened his mouth and attracted everyone's attention again. It turned out that the two of them had competed. Someone couldn't help but ask, "What's the result?"

"I lost!" Tang Cheng, who was under the chrysanthemum, couldn't tell what he felt. No matter 1,300 years later or traveling through time, in his two life experiences, he had never met anyone who could be so calm when he said the three words "I lost" in public in public without any concealment.

A person can be like Liu Suifeng, and can clearly understand it when he admits defeat, so that people feel confident and proud. Will you still laugh at his failure like this? Liu Suifeng, Liu Suifeng, you are so fucking the best.

Liu Jingwen did not expect that his always proud cousin would say such words, and he said so simply and calmly. He was stunned in his heart. While sighing in his heart that this cousin was too real, he glanced at Ma Bieji, who had an increasingly unkind expression and advised: "Wuya, that's all from half a year ago. Now is different from the past, you..."

"Tang Chengshi was the 14th call boy to record it. He took about three incense sticks to write this chrysanthemum poem, and he also had a conversation with Master Yan during this time." The literati who said Liu Suifeng was stunned at first, then smiled, and even Master Yan couldn't help laughing out loud. Liu Suifeng, his desire to win was really not reduced at all!

Tang Cheng was really a little amused when he heard this. Damn, he originally thought that Liu Suifeng was so busy that he didn't notice him at all. He felt that every move he had in his eyes. This kid was open and open, but his competitive spirit was really too strong!

Liu Suifeng didn't care about everyone's reaction. After retracting his gaze from the chrysanthemums, he looked at Tang Cheng again, "I thought about it carefully. I will never write such a poem after spending the same time, so I will still lose if I want to compare."

Damn, the best! Apart from these two words, Tang Cheng, who was very ashamed, could not say anything else. It was indeed ashamed. Although Liu Suifeng had a very weak relationship with him, the two of them had never even said ten words when they were face to face, and Liu Suifeng had always regarded him as a competitor. It was said that he would admit defeat. However, facing such openness and knowing that he could not win, Tang Cheng felt that he was not happy.

If it weren't for the fact that time travel was too incredible, and this matter could not be told to others at all, Tang Chengzhen wanted to find Liu Suifeng, and he looked at his eyes openly and said, "Compared to poetry, I am not as good as you!"

"Tang Cheng, are you a scholar of the Mingjing Certificate?" After hearing this voice, Tang Cheng, who was ashamed of himself, threw the matter of Liu Suifeng aside. Now he was very excited - Lao Ma couldn't help but take action himself!

Since he registered that day and has been in office, Tang Cheng has been kicked into air by the Foshan Wuxiujiao in the state yamen. No one wants to be "air". He is very depressed and irritable, but this depression and irritability cannot be mentioned at all, because with his current position, unless Ma Wuxiujiao takes the initiative to find him, he will not be able to reach the old horse who makes use of tricks.

This situation is like a two-person fight. One person can only be beaten passively, while the other person can use anytime and anywhere. What he uses is a trick like Foshan Wuyingzu, which makes people unable to grasp the handle. You can imagine what the person who passively is feeling. Faced with such an absolute unfairness, the person who passively is probably no longer the result. What he longs for the most is that his opponent can stand up openly and stand opposite him, so that he can see and touch it, and fight with his fist. Even if he loses, he will lose simply and lose.

Tang Cheng was in this situation. After so many days of Foshan's shadowless foot, he finally forced his horse out to fight face to face.

No matter what the result will be, in the case of such a large position gap, being able to do this when he is at a comprehensive disadvantage is a victory in itself!
Chapter completed!