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Zhang Rong'er quickly and coquettishly shook Ye Daju's arm and said, "Grandpa Ye, I didn't think about it. Besides, you didn't even mention Yang Town. The capital is so far away, how can a weak girl like me go there? "

"Alright, alright, alright. Rong'er, stop shaking. This old one's head is about to sway because of you. " Ye Daju laughed and said.

A hint of a smile appeared in Ms. Zhang's crafty eyes. "Grandpa Ye, then tell me, who exactly is the leader of this Mid-Autumn Festival's poetry meet?" Zhang Rong'er used her peripheral vision to glance at the confident Wei Scholar. She believed that the person leading this year's Mid-Autumn Festival Assembly was most likely her beloved Big Brother Wei.

"The chief this time is not simple at all. This old man thinks that he must be a talented young man. The moment this poem is uttered, all the scholars of this world will bow before it. "

Although he thought that his words were well written, he had never thought that his words would receive such praise from a scholar. What virtue or ability did he have to be able to do so?

The surnamed Wei wanted to stand up, but upon second thought, he realized that he was a modest gentleman, gentle as jade. He had to be modest a little bit, right, he had to ruthlessly beat up Li Jin and those people's faces.

Zhang Rong'er had been paying attention to Big Brother Wei's expression the whole time. Seeing that Big Brother Wei's face was flushed red and his eyes were brimming with excitement, Zhang Rong'er suppressed the excitement in her heart and said to Ye Daju coquettishly, "If Grandpa Ye says that, then I'll have a good look at how handsome and talented you are. I can't believe that you're so praised."

"That's good too. Rong'er, you should get to know such a handsome man." Ye Daju stroked the beard on his face and paused for a moment. "I wonder which young friend of yours would like to stand up and let me have a look."

He was just about to stand up when he heard that the person Ye Daju had called was not him, and his face instantly turned ashen. What the hell were the scholars doing, could it be that this person had done something too bad, that the scholars wanted to scold him in front of them, yes, it must be so.

Old Ox and Old Two almost jumped up in excitement when they saw the old man in the middle shout out Young Master's name.

"Second brother, didn't I say it? The young master is truly amazing. He is born with both martial arts and literature." The old cow proudly looked at the second brother and said.

Mister Niu, I was the one who said that, right? You clearly said that young master …" "Wuwuwu …" Second Brother Qin looked suspiciously at the old bull. Just as he was about to say something else, he was stopped by the old bull.

"Oh, what did Old Ox say about me?" Li Jun looked suspiciously at Second Brother Qin as she spoke.

"Oh, Young Master. Second Brother said that I'm praising your Literari Star for coming down to the mortal world." The old cow said in embarrassment.

Only after patting the old cow's hand to show that he understood her meaning did the old cow let go of her hand and fiercely glare at her with her goose egg-sized eyes to signal her not to spout nonsense.

Second Brother Qin exhaled deeply. He had just suffocated to death.

"Young Master, I (I) didn't hear wrong!" Old Cow and Old Second said in unison.

"I don't think I heard wrong."

With that, Li Jin stood up, embarrassed. He clasped his hands together and said, "This kid is Li Jin, we pay our respects to you gentlemen."

Ye Daxu looked up and down at Li Jin as he killed him and looked like a teenager. His eyes were full of spirit, handsome and ethereal. Seeing how refined and elegant he was, he was truly a beautiful youth in this world.

"Talented men emerge from the rivers and mountains, each one having led the way for hundreds of years. "No need to be so courteous, my friend. The Moon-Viewing Art that you wrote is enough to make this old man and I feel ashamed." The crowd behind Ye Daju nodded.

"I've let the gentlemen down, but this kid also has some good points. He's not fit to be promoted to a higher class." Li Jun replied with a smile.

"Brat, you have this sort of literary talent, yet you're actually so modest. Sure enough, you're a modest gentleman. This is great." At his age, Ye Daju was half covered in dirt and could actually witness the rise of a handsome young man. How could this not make people happy?

Old Bull asked in a daze, "Lao Er, is Young Master really that powerful?"

Second Brother Qin nodded. "From the tone of these old men, it seems like Young Master's lyrics are excellent. The Chief of the Wen Group will receive such treatment. "

"What is the chief? Can it be eaten?" Old Cow licked his lips and asked hurriedly.

"You can't eat it, Ox Lord. The chief is the meaning of being first. Can you put anything useful in your head? " Second Brother Qin's face was filled with black lines. I wanted to ask the top scholar if he could eat it.

"Alright. Second Bro, you dare to mock me? Eat my punch." The old cow, Sha Wuduan, extended his fist in a daze.

"Stop, please wait for me to finish before you hit me. If our young master is indeed talented, then in the future he might be worth more than a thousand words. Alright, just hit him. Remember not to hit his face." After he finished speaking, Second Brother Qin stood still on the spot. He was already used to the beating of the old ox. If life bullies you, then change your position and do it again.

Li Jun heard the sound of banging noises coming from behind and shook her head with a wry smile. The two jokers started fighting again.

Chen Xianye took this opportunity to speak to the scholars, "Seniors, this Young Master Li is not just good at lyrics. This year's Mid-Autumn Festival will have three great riddles, and this Young Master will have two of them. "

"Oh, little friend Li actually has some attainments in the area of lamp riddles. You truly are a talented person." This was out of Ye Dazhu's expectation. It was already difficult for ordinary scholars to specialize in this art.

"Young master, I, Wei Yan, am not convinced. I do not believe that this brat will be able to obtain the first place in the competition. He is only a martial arts expert, his words cannot be better than mine." Wei Scholar's face was flushed, and his eyes were burning with rage. He had been fantasizing that he would be the leader of the Wen Group, but he didn't expect it to be destroyed so quickly.

Wei Yan had been preparing for this poetry meet for a long time in order to amaze everyone at today's banquet. He had never thought that a celebrity would pick peaches on the way here. It was such a disgrace that he wanted to see what kind of amazing work this brat had done that had caused all the other gentlemen to praise him like this.

"Little Wei, don't mess around." A scholar who knew the Wei Jia ancestor immediately stood up and berated him. What Li Jinsha had said was publicly accepted by all the scholars present. Wei Yan had just come out to question them, and it was simply slapping them in the face.

"Grandpa Huang, this brat is really unconvinced. Please give me a chance to see the difference between him and me." Wei Yan almost knelt down on the ground.

"Impatient in the face of trouble, unable to bear the heavy responsibility."

"I still need to improve myself. I'm still a youngster."

Forget it, this old man originally did not want to shock everyone here. To think that you, Young Master Wei, would be so sincere, I'm sure everyone here is curious about what kind of shocking work the head of the Wen Group is going to do. Finished speaking, Ye Daju's face was filled with anger. He took out the Xuan paper with the words "Shuidiao Getou" written on it and solemnly placed it in Wei Yan's hands.

Wei Yan Zhan took it shakily, spread out a piece of paper, and looked at it for a moment. "I'm not as good as him. I'm not as good as him." After saying that, he spat out a mouthful of blood, looked up at the sky and sighed before slamming the door shut.

"Big Brother Wei, are you alright?" When Miss Zhang saw Brother Wei slam the door and walk out, she quickly went forward to support him.

"He won't be able to escape from fame for long." Miss Zhang quickly added. She had never seen her lover look so decadent before.

"Rong'er, you don't understand, you don't understand. "I've prepared for this paper gathering for a long time just to amaze everyone, but who would have thought …" With a wave of his hand, Young Master Wei threw Ms. Zhang to the ground.

"Big Brother Wei, you …" Miss Zhang was caught off guard and fell to the ground. Her jade hands had a red mark on them. Her eyes were filled with tears as she stared at the distant Big Brother Wei.

"..."

Inside the boat, Li Jin followed Ye Daju to pay his respects to the gentlemen. These were the famous literary duels of Dazhang for a long time.

As for that "Shuidiao Getou", Ye Daju was passed around his taste to everyone, so as to avoid making a joke out of himself.

The faces of all the guests turned red from embarrassment, as they only wanted to drill into the ground and enter.

A scholar exclaimed, "Once this poem is said, no one in the Dazhou Kingdom would dare to make a poem about admiring the moon."

"I hope we can live on for a long time. Just by tasting these words, we can already feel that our mental state is extraordinary. We are far from being able to match it. "

"When does the moon shine? Ask the blue sky for the wine, and carry it with extraordinary heroism."

"This poem, once changed from a sorrowful and forlorn one, is indeed a masterpiece."

"…"

No matter how thick-skinned Li Jin was, he would still feel embarrassed after hearing everyone's praises.

"Everyone, I am but a Wu Fu [1]." Li Jun then added embarrassedly, his words were from the bottom of his heart.

After the guests finished listening to Li Jin's suicide, they all felt sorry for themselves. For so many of them to not even compare to a martial artist, it was truly shameful.

Ye Daju looked doubtfully at the young eunuch, Chen Xiongye, meaning that what Li Xiaoyu said was true, and that it was just a joke.

Chen Xianye helplessly nodded his head. Li Jin's death was indeed considered perfect for both martial arts and literature.

Ye Daju's eyes were full of laughter as he looked at Li Jin's death. He looked good no matter how he looked at it. He was not a poor scholar like Li Jin and looked down on the military man. At his age, he would rather be able to read than seek fame or profit. He would rather be able to learn kung fu in the Great Liang Prefecture and have everyone be like a dragon.

"Everyone, since you are in such a good mood today, why not use the wine as an excuse and let Young Master Li write another novel. Good things come in pairs, what do you think?"

Li Xin didn't know what this young master in front of him was up to, so he wanted to reject him. After all, writing a essay wasn't something that could be done overnight.

"This old man thinks that this is a good thing." This Qi Daxu was too slow, he did not manage to snatch Old Man Ye away, and this caused him to feel regret in his heart. Now that he had the opportunity, he didn't need to lower his face and ask a junior for a piece of Ink Treasure. Why wouldn't he do that?

However, most of the scholars present had the same thoughts as Qi Daxu. In any case, there was no need to even think about the original version of 'Shuidiao Getou'.

Seeing how fervent the crowd was, Li Jun felt it was too embarrassing to reject him at once. She clasped her hands together and said, "Then, that little brat will make a fool of himself in front of all the gentlemen of the same generation."