In fact, even if Yun Zheng didn't speak loudly, everyone knew that this poem was not written by Zhang Xu.
Who is the one who writes poems and is still looking around here?
He couldn't continue reading halfway through. It was obvious that he copied someone else's poem, but forgot it when he came to the stage!
"Ha ha……"
Meng Guangbai laughed out loud, "Zhang Xu, ah Zhang Xu, you are such a loser! You can't even remember other people's poems. Tell me, what else can you do?"
"I……"
Zhang Xu felt guilty, and immediately his eyes bulged again, cursing: "I can still fuck your mother, why don't you call your mother over and try!"
As Zhang Xu's curse rang out, everyone couldn't help but be stunned.
Those present were all scholars and talented people. They never thought that someone would say such vulgar words in public.
Meng Guangbai was so angry that he pointed at Zhang Xu and yelled, "Shame! You are the shame of the Zhang family! How could Lord Zhang have a grandson like you!"
...
...
Meng Guangbai's words were echoed by everyone.
"none of your business!"
Since he had been exposed, Zhang Xu simply let himself go and said to Meng Guangbai with an unhappy look on his face: "If you don't accept it, come up and bite me! I'll sit on you to death, you bastard!"
“…”
Yun Zheng's face was filled with black lines, and he almost laughed out loud.
This guy is really a top-notch one.
When it comes to reciting poems and composing couplets, even a hundred Zhang Xu are no match for Meng Guangbai.
But when it comes to swearing, Meng Guangbai has no choice but to admit defeat.
Meng Guangbai was furious, but he couldn't do anything to Zhang Xu. He could only curse Zhang Xu downstairs for being disrespectful.
But Zhang Xu acted like a dead pig that was not afraid of boiling water and ignored him completely.
"Everyone, let's continue the poetry gathering!"
Miaoyin spoke up to control the situation and said, "Today is a poetry gathering, not a shrew scolding in the street."
As Miaoyin's voice sounded, the scene gradually quieted down.
Zhang Xu originally wanted to say something to Miaoyin, but after hesitating for a long time, he still couldn't bear to scold his goddess. He just picked up a glass of wine and drank it with a depressed look on his face.
"You can't even remember this?"
Yun Zheng looked at Zhang Xu with a dark face.
"So I'm not the type to write poetry!"
Zhang Xu was depressed and spoke bitterly.
"Okay, it's no big deal!"
Yun Zheng smiled indifferently, "It's OK as long as someone is more angry than you."
As he spoke, Yun Zheng pouted at Meng Guangbai, who was so angry that he gritted his teeth.
Zhang Xu thought about it, then immediately nodded with a smile.
While the two were talking, Wang Xian had already stood up.
"The iron cavalry gallops across the snowy plains, and the sword energy is like a rainbow reflecting the sky."
"Sacrifice your life without fear, blood-stained armor and drums beating!"
As Wang Xian finished speaking, everyone at the scene couldn't help but savor it.
After a moment, several people around Wang Xian started to applaud first.
"What a great poem! What a fearless and fearless attitude, this is the iron-blooded man I admire!"
"This poem by Prince Wang is full of passion, boldness and unrestrainedness..."
"I admire your talent, Mr. Wang..."
For a while, praises and flattery were heard everywhere.
Even Miaoyin on the stage couldn't help but nod slightly.
Although this poem is not too amazing, it is still a testament to the author's quick wit to have been able to compose it in such a short period of time.
Seeing Miaoyin nodding her head, Wang Xian was even more proud. He pretended to be modest and said, "This is just a temporary work. I'm sorry for the poor performance!"
Even though he made a fool of himself, the look on his face clearly showed that he was confident of winning.
"It's really embarrassing!"
At this time, Meng Guangbai stood up again with a look of disdain on his face.
"oh?"
Wang Xian said with a fake smile: "Then I want to listen to Master Meng's masterpiece!"
"As you wish!"
Meng Guangbai raised his eyebrows and smiled, pondered for a moment, and then began to recite poetry with a heroic look on his face.
"The battle never stops, warriors sacrifice their lives for the country!"
"One day when I hear the smoke of war again, I will frost all nineteen states with one sword!"
When this poem came out, everyone in the audience was shocked.
Wang Xian's face was slightly sad, and he looked at Meng Guangbai with hatred.
"What a sword that can freeze nineteen states!"
"What a good poem! What a good poem!"
"This poem is even better than Prince Wang's poem!"
"Just based on this sentence, One Sword Frosts Nineteen States, I am qualified to be the champion today!"
"Once this poem is published, Master Meng will surely become famous all over the world..."
For a while, there was endless cheers.
Miaoyin also nodded continuously, seeming to like this poem very much.
"Thank you for your praise. This is just a temporary work. I don't deserve such praise!"
Meng Guangbai bowed to everyone, looking very proud.
"You bastard!"
Zhang Xu looked at Meng Guangbai with great displeasure, and then moved closer to Yun Zheng, "Your Highness, do you remember other poems written by Madam Ye Zi?"
"But...I still remember two of them."
Yun Zheng shook his head, pretending to be slightly drunk, and at the same time picked up a glass of wine and drank it.
"Your Highness, please don't drink any more. You will forget it if you drink more!!"
Zhang Xu hurriedly stopped Yun Zheng, "Before you get drunk, quickly recite the poem and kill the arrogance of Meng Guangbai! I hate to see this bastard get proud!"
Yun Zheng's eyes were a little vague and he was speechless.
You are such a bad student!
If your memory was a little better, could you still let this birdman be so proud?
have to!
Just do it yourself!
Only by writing good poems can the news of my trip to Shuobei be spread more widely.
In the end, you have to use your own ultimate move!
Yun Zheng smiled bitterly, stood up shakily, and looked at Meng Guangbai with arrogance: "How dare you show off your skills in front of an expert!"
Wow!
Hearing Yun Zheng's words, there was an uproar at the scene.
With such a great work, how dare this person say that Meng Guangbai's work is just a trifle?
“What a big mouth!”
Meng Guangbai snorted coldly, "How dare someone who hangs out with a loser like Zhang Xu come out and speak nonsense? Don't be like Zhang Xu, who can forget everything he copied!"
As soon as Meng Guangbai finished speaking, everyone burst into laughter again.
"Mr. Meng, why bother with a drunkard?"
"That's right. It's obvious that this person is drunk and is talking nonsense here."
"That drunkard, lie down quickly and don't embarrass yourself here..."
Everyone burst into laughter.
Who among those with a little literary talent would be able to hang out with Zhang Xu?
This person was just drunk and talking nonsense.
"Your father Meng Ruowang is quite talented in literature, but as for you..."
Yun Zheng burped and looked at Meng Guangbai with a dazed look in his eyes. "As the saying goes, a full jar of water...doesn't make a sound when shaken, but a half-full jar of water makes a clinking sound. I'm talking about...you!"
Yun Zheng looked drunk, which made Zhang Xu secretly groan.
Your Highness, please don't be so confident!
You are drunk now, can you still remember it?
If you also forget the poem you copied, we will be in big trouble today.
"He's just a drunkard who talks nonsense!"
Meng Guangbai was full of disdain and said jokingly, "If you have the ability, write a poem on the spot! If not, just lie down and continue drinking horse urine!"
Meng Guangbai's words immediately caused everyone to burst into laughter.
"good!"
Yun Zheng held onto the railing upstairs and yelled drunkenly, "Then you better listen carefully!"
Meng Guangbai curled his lips with a look of disdain.
He just didn't believe that someone who hung out with Zhang Xu could have any literary talent!
What's more, he is a drunk!
Yun Zheng took a deep breath, and under the gaze of everyone, he picked up a grape and put it in his mouth, then picked up a glass of wine, tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp.
Zhang Xu winked at Yun Zheng frantically, but he was secretly anxious in his heart.
Your Highness, stop drinking!
If you drink any more you will really forget the poem you copied!
Yun Zheng ignored Zhang Xu's gaze and let the wine glass in his hand fall.
"Fine grape wine...luminous cup, I want to...I want to drink, the pipa is urging me to drink."
"Don't laugh at me for sleeping drunk on the battlefield. How many men have ever returned from a battle?"
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