Chapter 90

"Of course, Zhao Mingcheng is very interesting to you, and he will naturally show his best side in front of you. Didn't you say that, your brother Mingcheng used to come to your house to propose marriage, but your father always declined because you are young." Chen Jie said with a smile. Compared to this innocent sister, Chen Jie is much smarter.

"Now, Wang Yang is versatile and has attracted your attention from his sister, so this young master Zhao naturally starts to be jealous..."

"What's there to be jealous of this? A man is so slim, okay?" Li Qingzhao frowned her beautiful eyebrows, looked at the one who stood up, and began to recite his masterpiece.

If it were in the past, Li Qingzhao would have thought that Zhao Mingcheng's work could be passed by this time. However, now, after seeing the masterpieces of Wushan lay Buddhists many times, and then savoring Zhao Mingcheng's lyrics, he felt that the two were a bit far apart in terms of realm and level.

At this time, Zhao Mingcheng had just finished reciting his new work, and the young literary men applauded and applauded. Many people were also praising it there, saying that when the master Zhao was masterpiece, let alone Wang Yang, even Zhang Xian and other long-famous veteran drivers could only give in.

Zhao Mingcheng was very energetic, but he was very reserved and humble for a long time before he turned his head and showed a gentle smile to Li Qingzhao. "Brother I know that I am a little talented and knowledgeable. Please ask my sister Qingzhao to correct this poem..."

Looking at Zhao Mingcheng, who was obviously very proud inside but tried to maintain a gentle and modest attitude on the surface, Li Qingzhao couldn't help but feel a little upset and forced a smile. "Brother Mingcheng, your lyrics are naturally not bad, it's just..."

"It's just something. Please tell my sister Qingzhao to tell me. Brother Yu can make up for the leaks." Zhao Mingcheng was slightly stunned and smiled heartily.

"Brother is indeed elegant and generous, and is good at accepting words... With his talent, if you have the opportunity, you will be able to make a splash..." A young literary man next to him couldn't help but sigh and said with emotion.

Li Qingzhao smiled faintly, opened her red lips and said, "Then, I'll tell the truth. Please don't blame Brother Mingcheng."

"Brother Mingcheng's poem is indeed a masterpiece in your works, but if compared with the Wushan lay Buddhist, it is at least inferior to the artistic conception and the words." Li Qingzhao tried to analyze in a tone that was not astonishing as possible.

Unexpectedly, the smile on Zhao Mingcheng's face froze when he said this. "Sister Qingzhao really has a unique vision, it's really... But Sister Qingzhao, the rural villager who was hiding in the brothel, is it really the Wushan lay Buddhist?"

Next to him, another young literary man stood up and said with confidence. "In my opinion, I think he should be a talent like Liu Sanbian who has not met a talent who has been poor for decades. He had no choice but to write a poem to spend the day, but he was caught by this person..."

"Then this rural villager named Wang wanted to use this talented talent to trick him." Another guy with a big brain was like playing a story and quickly added this sentence.

"You guys are enough!" Li Qingzhao was so angry when she heard this. She slapped the table and stood up. "After all you are great scholars, you should know etiquette, righteousness, integrity and shame, why are you so maliciously speculating on others here?"

"Even if you want to compete with each other, you will compete with each other with a dignified and upright, but you... are really disappointing." Li Qingzhao was a naive and kind girl after all. After a few words, she was too lazy to talk anymore. She sat back on the couch and picked up the wine glass and sucked it out.

The banquet became extremely deserted in an instant. No one expected that Li Qingzhao, the cute and cute goddess, would suddenly get angry, which caught everyone off guard.

The smile on Zhao Mingcheng's face gradually faded away, his face turned black, and the others were not much better, but they didn't know how to refute Li Qingzhao's words.

However, the young master Wang, who had a deep blood hatred with Wang Yang, stood up, tilted his folding fan with a look of a magician, and said with a look of a magician. "Miss Li, although my words are a bit unpleasant, they are all reasonable and well-founded. For example, if that Wang is really a lay Buddhist in Wushan, why didn't he make it clear at the first time? But he had to hide it. Isn't this just trying to cover it up?"

Prince Wang's words seemed very reasonable and well-founded. Li Qingzhao raised her eyebrows, but was gently pulled by Chen Jie beside her. Seeing Brother Jie looking at her and shook her head slowly, Li Qingzhao had to pout angrily, but found that she really couldn't refute this sentence.

Fortunately, these literary youths also sensibly avoided this topic and continued to jump out to show their talents one after another.

At this time, the man Wang stood up again, praised Li Qingzhao for a while, and then asked what kind of masterpieces Li Qingzhao had prepared to compete with Wang Yangren.

Li Qingzhao smiled confidently. "Just the day before yesterday, my little sister occasionally felt something and got a poem. Today, taking this opportunity, I would like to ask you to correct me one or two for me."

Li Qingzhao stood up, moved her lotus steps lightly, and lived in the hall. Although she was wearing men's clothes, she did not lose her vigor. When her eyes were flowing, she looked more and more charming. She looked at the young literary men with bright eyes.

"The small building is cold, and the curtains are hanging low at night. I hate it, the ruthless wind and rain, and I come to rub the jade skin at night..." The sound is like a yellow oriole passing through the jade forest at night, and everyone is drunk.

After chanting this poem, everyone slapped the high and cheered. Zhao Mingcheng was also intoxicated, staring at Li Qingzhao's bright and beautiful face as beautiful as peaches and plums. Such a beautiful beauty, if she couldn't be my wife, it would definitely be a regret for her life.

"Okay, great. The song "Duck Head Green" by the wife of the Li family is definitely the most outstanding masterpiece that Wang can know in recent years." The prince couldn't help but sigh.

The sound of flattery was like a tide. Li Qingzhao smiled like a flower when she heard it. When she was happy, she couldn't help drinking for several years. "That was natural. My sister also thought it was a rare masterpiece for her career this year. I want to see what kind of way can the prince defeat me."

After hearing this, Zhao Mingcheng's face couldn't help but sank. Seeing Li Qingzhao's appearance, the praise from her and others seemed not so important. The most important thing was the competition between her and Wang Yang.

"I wonder when Miss Li will compete with the Master Wang from Yihong Building?" Zhao Mingcheng pretended to smile and asked inadvertently.

"After the Mid-Autumn Festival event, Yihonglou is now qualified to go to Royal Yujin Garden. I believe that as a teacher, Prince Wang must be very busy. It is not too late to compete with Prince Wang after the event." Li Qingzhao said with great confidence and high spirits.

"What if that prince beats you?" Chen Jie smiled and smiled at Li Qingzhao, who was full of fighting spirit.

"I'm willing to accept the loss by betting. As long as he can win me upright, what's the point of admitting defeat?" Li Qingzhao said with a smile.
Chapter completed!