Jiang Hai naturally couldn't stand it, so he said to his wife,
"Lady, let go. I won't hit him. Watch me defeat the magic with magic."
"magic?"
"Wen Dou. I took it."
"Oh, okay."
Yuchi Ziling let go of Jiang Hai's hand only after hearing that he didn't want to do it anymore.
Jiang Hai stepped forward and said,
"Tell me, do you want to lose in poetry, lyrics, or writing?"
Chen Simei grinned as she saw Jiang Hai accept the challenge and still be so arrogant.
Thinking of him as a romantic and talented man, who could stay overnight in a brothel for free, he naturally did not want to be outdone.
"Whatever you want, don't say I'm bullying you. I can overpower you with just one poem."
"I'm going to crush your sister. Isn't that disgusting? Go crush your mother."
Jiang Hai felt disgusted when he heard him say that he was suppressing you.
Jiang Hai interrupted and the surrounding men and women who were watching the show burst into laughter.
When it comes to the ability to make jokes, Chen Simei certainly cannot compare with Jiang Hai.
I was so angry that I just kept talking.
"Vulgar, really vulgar."
Another weak fellow in the group, seeing Chen Simei suffer a loss, stepped forward to change the subject.
"Then this fight has to have a prize. What happens if I lose?"
When everyone came to their senses, they just saw them bickering, and before the prize was even mentioned, they all started to cheer and say, "Yes, yes, yes."
Jiang Hai stepped forward, opened his folding fan, pointed at [Tall, Rich and Handsome] and said,
"If I lose, I won't be named Gao. What about you?"
Young Master Jiang is just so despicable, and few people here know him anyway.
Chen Simei still had evil intentions and said,
"You don't need to change your surname. Whoever loses will leave here on their own. Don't embarrass yourself. Stay here, beautiful lady."
Damn, you're still thinking about my wife. Jiang Hai wanted to rush up and hit someone again, but Yuchi Ziling stopped him and whispered,
"Jiang Lang, don't do it. It's fine as long as you can win. If you lose, I'll just go with you. They can't stop me."
Jiang Hai turned to look at her, suppressed his anger and said,
"Why? Does he deserve it? When have you ever seen a man bet with his wife?"
Yuchi Ziling thought about it, blinked and said, "I have actually seen it."
"...you," Jiang Hai almost choked, "I think you still need a lesson. I'll teach you a lesson when we get home."
Jiang Haiqi forgot that such things really happened in this era, and it was not uncommon for gamblers to sell their wives.
Jiang Hai would never bet with his wife, so he took out two hundred-liang silver notes and slammed them on the table.
"If you lose, it's yours. If you lose, just get out of here."
Chen Simei looked at the banknote, hesitated for a moment, and was a little tempted.
His family background can only be considered middle class, and he usually relies on his talent and fame to hang out in brothels without spending any money. If he really had to spend money, he wouldn't be able to go there so often.
After thinking it over again and again, it seems that it is not a loss. If I lose, I will only lose the opportunity to attend the literary meeting.
Anyway, considering his talent, he would definitely pass the imperial examination. It would not be a loss at all, so he agreed.
"Okay, let's get started."
After agreeing to the competition, he was still thinking in his heart, this guy is so stupid, isn't this just a waste of money on the bet?
Little did they know that Young Master Jiang didn't take these two pieces of paper seriously at all. He used them to collect small amounts of money and give rewards.
As soon as Chen Simei came to a writing desk, his crazy fans rushed to grind ink for him.
Jiang Hai also came to the table opposite, and Yuchi Ziling stepped forward to help him.
They each wrote with their brushes, leaving poems on the paper.
If there is no proposition, then just express yourself freely.
Jiang Hai thought about it and wondered which song to copy.
After a while, I decided to copy a poem by the poet Su Dongpo, "Ding Feng Bo: Don't Listen to the Sound of Leaves Blowing Through the Forest".
I began to write.
Don't listen to the sound of leaves being blown by the wind, why not sing and walk slowly. A bamboo stick and straw sandals are lighter than a horse, who is afraid? A raincoat will protect me in the rain.
The chilly spring breeze sobers me up, a little chilly, yet the slanting sunlight on the mountaintops greets me. Looking back at the desolate place I've always been, I return, neither wind nor rain nor clear.
This word is exactly what Jiang Hai wants. The carefree and happy state is exactly what he wants.
The artistic conception is beyond words. It is a masterpiece that has been passed down through the ages and is truly remarkable.
…
Chen Simei, on the other side, wrote a poem that she thought was very cool.
Also wrote down,
[In spring, the willows are green and the pond is blue, and people are chatting and laughing happily.]
On the day of the golden list in the autumn, my beautiful lady will ride in the phoenix carriage with me.
…
After the two finished writing, the poems were hung together for comparison.
The difference is obvious.
Jiang Hai laughed after reading Chen Simei's poem.
This guy is so narcissistic, and he even has a Fengluan car?
Do you think you are a royal relative?
This poem is good enough to fool the uninformed newcomers to the brothel. It is just a big promise and it suits the taste of ignorant girls.
This guy is so shameless, Jiang Hai was shocked. He was chatting and laughing and still got his name on the gold list, but he kept talking about beautiful women and brothels every other sentence.
When Lu Qian saw Jiang Hai's lyrics, he was about to explode.
“This, this, this is absolutely amazing.
Brother Jiang is a man of great talent. I admire your artistic conception and your broad mind..."
His attitude towards Jiang Hai changed instantly, and he almost became the second most crazy fan after Yuchi Shuang.
The talented men and beautiful women who were watching also tasted it.
Many of the people who originally supported Chen Simei changed sides and were shocked. They all looked at Jiang Hai with admiration.
After reading it, Chen Simei looked pale and a little embarrassed.
Some people in Chen Simei's group also noticed the huge gap.
Jiang Hai didn't want to argue with Chen Simei. He would be the one who would be embarrassed anyway, and he was the stupid dog who was about to walk into the trap.
Taking my wife's hand, we were about to leave this noisy place.
Seeing that there was still a little ink on Yuchi Ziling's fingers,
"Hey, my lady, your hands are stained with ink." Jiang Hai said, "Let me help you wipe it off."
After saying this, he wanted to take a handkerchief.
"Hey, where's my handkerchief?"
Jiang Hai felt around in his pockets but couldn't find anything, so he casually picked up two banknotes on the table, wiped his wife's hands on them, threw them away, and walked away.
The people around him twitched their lips when seeing this. This damn rich man, is there really any way to waste money like this?
"Make way." Jiang Hai pushed away the shocked audience blocking his way.
Holding his wife's hand, he left the crowd and headed towards the lakeside promenade.
It was not until Jiang Hai had walked away for a considerable distance that everyone came back to their senses from their shock.
At this time, some female fans who had admired Chen Simei immediately felt that Chen Simei was weak and that Mr. Gao was the perfect match for her.
Not only is he talented, but he also has a noble character that regards money as dirt, and he cares for his wife.
Simply perfect.
Even if you are married, being a co-wife or concubine is better than others.
The ladies who figured this out instantly became die-hard fans of Mr. Gao.
They swarmed in the direction where Jiang Hai left.
"Mr. Gao, please stay."
"Mr. Gao, please don't leave."
"Master Gao...I want to give birth to a baby for you."
…
Jiang Hai turned around and saw the scene behind him, his face turned pale.
"Run, my lady, there are pursuers."
Yuchi Ziling was still thinking about her husband wiping her hands just now. When she turned around and saw what was happening, she was also stunned. Could it be so exaggerated?
So a life-and-death escape scene took place on the lakeside promenade.
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