Chapter 1199

Now, Wang Guicheng is really finished.

Originally, he was looking for someone to deceive Mr. Yushan to come to the poetry club. Otherwise, how could Mr. Yushan get out of the mountain so easily and still do this kind of thing?

Isn't this a blow to his own reputation?

He also predicted that Zhang Feng would fight back, and this was the result he wanted.,

But the end

Obviously, he didn't develop in the direction he wanted.

It's getting worse now.

That doesn't count.

It's mainly Zhang Feng who really woke Mr. Yushan up

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Mr. Yushan's cough worried everyone.

Zhang Feng looked at Mr. Yushan's face again, and then said, "bring warm water and put salt!"

Chumo hears that he hurriedly finds fine salt, prepares a bowl of salt water and hands it to Zhang Feng. At this moment, everyone's eyes are staring at Zhang Feng. To be exact, they are staring at the bowl in Zhang Feng's hand and Mr. Yushan.

Mr. Yushan frowned slightly, but he felt uncomfortable at this time. He had to follow Zhang Feng and pour a bowl of water down.

This slowly slowed down.

As soon as he changed his mind, Mr. Yushan took Zhang Feng's hand and asked excitedly, "did you make those two poems... Corresponding to the scene at this time?"

Instead of blaming Zhang Feng, he grabbed Zhang Feng and asked about poetry. This time, everyone understood.

I know. Mr. Yushan must be all right.

Yu Shinan and others were also deeply relieved, but Mr. Yushan looked at the old scholar at this time, grabbed the old scholar's hand and sighed: "brother zihuai, I thought you didn't even recognize your younger martial brother. I didn't expect that you were willing to speak for this boy, you..."

"Alas!"

The old scholar sighed, "how can I face you? Well, I won't talk about it today. Let's talk about it first. Tell me, what did Wang give you today?"

"What are you doing today?"

"If you don't say one, two or three, I'll burn your Yushan hut tomorrow. Do you believe it?"

Mr. Yushan couldn't help smiling bitterly at his speech.

"I was careless, younger martial brother. I listened to the slander. It was said that Zhang Feng's poems were embezzled and deceived the world. Moreover, I also learned that he was your disciple, and these poems also had your style in the beginning, so I......"

Zhang Feng's eyes are staring out.

Seeing two tearful old men, he came up to Chu suiliang and asked, "mentor, what's going on? Who was the old scholar before? Why does everyone know him?"

Chu suiliang looked at Zhang Feng like a monster and hesitated: "Mr. zihuai didn't tell you?"

Zhang Feng's head turned into a rattle.

Chu suiliang, Yu Shinan and others shook their heads.

"It's not time for Mr. zihuai not to tell you. When the time comes, he will naturally tell you. It's no use asking, but what I can tell you is that Mr. zihuai was once a famous person."

After saying this, Chu suiliang and others did not mention it at all, regardless of how Zhang Feng asked and how Zhang Feng lured and threatened.

Angry Zhang Feng looked depressed.

After the old scholar and Mr. Yushan muttered for a while, they sat on the chief with hands in hand.

This makes Zhang Feng extremely depressed.

Feelings, today is not our canonization ceremony, is it your old brother to clear up the past?

Zhang Feng walked to his seat unhappily, but on the way, he was stopped by Mr. Yushan.

"Nephew Zhang Fengxian, wait a moment!"

This is all a good nephew?

Zhang Feng was speechless.

But he stood where he was.

Mr. Yushan's face gradually improved under a bowl of salt boiled water. After eating some marinated meat, he jumped up again. If it weren't for his pale face, who would know that the old man had just vomited blood and fainted?

"Nephew Zhang Fengxian, what you said just now is right. There has never been any ranking theory in the literary world. Only those who reach the top are the first. You're right. I'm not as good as you in poetry. I believe I'm not as good as you in other aspects..."

"I've heard about the arithmetic on the mountain and the newly compiled teaching materials. These are rare people in the world. If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have come out and made a fool of myself."

"Hehe, where is Mr. Yushan talking?" Zhang Feng doesn't understand what way Mr. Yushan is, but generally speaking, things are basically in the past.

But right now.

Waves of commotion sounded one after another on and off the flower boat.

I can't help but make Mr. Yushan, who has been composing words for a long time, angry.

"Who is making noise here?"

Hearing the speech, Li Chengqian quickly waved a piece of white paper in his hand and said, "Mr. Yushan, look at this thing first!"

White paper!

This is a big pen that only white deer academy can have. At this time, people on and under the ship are holding such white paper and roaring with excitement.

Zhang Feng frowned.

Looking at Yu Shinan and others who are laughing suspiciously, it seems that they understand something.

"Poetry! It's poetry! It's everyone Zhang's poetry!"

"Hahaha, it just came from Bailu Academy. It's said that it's a new poem written by everyone Zhang a few days ago!"

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