Chapter 914： Because... I'm not rare

"Because... I'm not rare!"

Do not care?

Many people looked at each other.

What kind of explanation is this?

At this time, Xue An said calmly: "Miss Tang, you are a good girl, but all of what you said, including the so-called Tang family industry, is not worth mentioning to me!"

Hearing these words, Tang Sheng was first secretly relieved.

Anyway, as long as he doesn't agree.

Then he felt very uncomfortable and looked down upon the Tang family?

Therefore, he sneered: "Oh? Listening to the tone of Xue Gongzi, it seems that I don't look at the Tang family in my area at all? Then I don't know what high ambition Xue Gongzi has?"

Hearing these words, many people in the room made a low laugh.

Among them, Yao Chaofeng's laughter is the most arrogant.

But in the face of all this, Xue An didn't even lift his eyelids, but said indifferently: "How can you understand what I want?"

"Humph!" Tang Sheng snorted disdainfully when he heard the words. He was even more displeased with Xue An, thinking that he was purely an ignorant and arrogant person.

Tang Linger looked at Xue An blankly.

She now finally understands what Xue An said just before coming here, it is better to say something in person!

original!

So clearly!

Tang Linger was suddenly full of grievance and sadness.

She did not understand.

Obviously, he had arranged everything very appropriately, but he did not agree.

Can everything be explained in one sentence?

Tang Linger's heart is mixed.

Yao Chaofeng was so happy that he almost jumped from his seat.

In his opinion, this Xue An is purely a fool.

What is it not to be an idiot to refuse such good things that others dream of?

But do you think that alone is enough?

I want it, but it will ruin you!

Yao Chaofeng sneered in his heart, and then winked at several doormen in the distance.

These clerks had already been bought by him, so after seeing Yao Chaofeng's signal, these sour and rotten literati began to care.

Then I listened to one of them with a mocking smile: "What a strange man with ambitious ambitions! It's a pity... just a little bit ignorant!"

These remarks caused laughter from several people around.

"Brother Liu is right, there are some people! It's the stuffy stuff with a hollow belly and a pointed mouth!"

"Tsk tusk, I have heard that someone has eaten or slept all day since they entered the Tang family. I guess they don't even understand the average and dare to speak wildly?"

These words are extremely harsh.

Tang Linger's expression changed.

Although Xue An rejected her.

But she still didn't want the sour literati who had all these skills to slander Xue An.

After all, facing the provocation of these people, if Xue An dare not respond.

Then his reputation is completely ruined.

And the reputation of a scholar is ruined, which means that he will never think about making progress in the official career or the literary world in his life.

This also shows the sinister intentions of these guys.

Therefore, Tang Linger came up with words to reprimand these people.

But at this moment.

Xue An's eyes were cold, but a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Oh? That said, your literary talent must be very good?"

"I dare not say that it is good, but at least better than some people!" said a middle-aged scribe with a proud face holding a folding fan.

Xue An nodded, "Well, since you have a good literary talent, are you interested in a match?"

"Bi? How to compare?" The middle-aged scribe gave Xue An a slanted look, his face full of disdain.

"How about using poems to discuss winning or losing?" Xue An said lightly.

Hearing these words, all the scribes and disciples looked surprised.

Especially the middle-aged scribe, he was taken aback, and then sneered: "You want to compare poetry with me? Are you sure?"

Xue An nodded and said lightly: "Yes!"

"Okay, this is what you said, how do you compare?" The middle-aged scribe looked like he was winning.

In his opinion, this is simply Xue An stretched out his face to make himself fan!

Although he didn't have any famous names, he can still draw out his first-hand poetry!

So he is full of confidence.

Xue An said at this time: "It's very simple. Winners take all, and those who lose... take their lives to compensate! How?"

There was a dead silence in the audience.

Then there was a low uproar in the crowd.

Tang Ling'er was even more shocked and inexplicable.

How can you bet your life than fighting a poem?

Therefore, she anxiously wanted to persuade Xue An.

But then Yao Chaofeng said first.

"Okay, I really am a man, if that's the case, then it's settled! How?"

This middle-aged scribe was hesitated at first, but Yao Chaofeng could see that he had responded for him, so he gritted his teeth and nodded.

"Okay! That's what you said!"

Tang Ling'er looked anxious and whispered: "Xue An, what do you want to do?"

Xue An smiled at her, "It's okay, just idle and boring, just teach some guys to be human!"

"But you..."

What else did Tang Linger want to say.

The middle-aged scribe was afraid that Xue An would take the lead, so he jumped out first.

"But I don't know what the title is?"

Xue An said lightly: "Whatever! I can do it!"

This crazy tone makes many people feel unhappy.

Especially Tang Sheng.

He sat behind the desk so much that he wanted to see how Hui Xue An was defeated.

At this time, Yao Yu pointed at the bright spring light outside the window, "If this is the case, how about spring light?"

The middle-aged scribe was delighted upon hearing this.

What he is good at is narrating emotion with scenery, so this proposition is considered to be in his arms.

Xue An was noncommittal.

The middle-aged scribe wandered around the house a few times, then suddenly clapped the folding fan in his hand, "Yes!"

After he finished speaking, he slashed and wrote a poem on the paper.

After the chanting, the audience was applauded.

"good words!"

"After a few months, Brother Liu's poetry level has improved again. This Wing Chun is fresh and timeless, and it is truly a masterpiece! Congratulations!"

These praises filled the study room.

The middle-aged scribe looked smug, then looked at Xue An, "Master Xue, it's your turn!"

At this time, Xue An was looking at the little spring light outside the window, and he seemed a little silly for a while.

"Haha, can't you write it out?"

"I really wanted to die by myself!"

"I knew it was a glamorous straw package!"

In these cynicism.

Tang Ling'er looked blankly.

Because she caught the loneliness in Xue An's eyes.

That feeling made her feel empty.

What has he experienced?

Why is there such a strong emotion in the eyes?

Tang Linger was suspicious in her heart.

I saw Xue An turned his head and smiled slightly there is it! Wait and listen! "

As he said, Xue An whispered softly.

"The water is astounding!"

At the beginning, the faces of these literati were full of disdain, thinking that Xue An would never have written a masterpiece that surpassed the middle-aged scribes.

But when Xue An said this first sentence.

The hearts of everyone in the audience trembled, and all the voices disappeared instantly.

People all quieted down and listened quietly.

Xue An then chanted: "The mountain is where the peaks of the eyebrows gather. If you want to ask the pedestrians where to go? The place where the eyebrows are full! It is only then to send the spring back, and then send the king back. If you go to Jiangdong to catch the spring, you must live with the spring!"

Stop talking.

The audience was silent.

Everyone was shocked.