When Jing Zhe saw Feng Mubai, his first thought was, why does he look so familiar?
When he saw Xu Wenchang again, he was suddenly struck by how much Feng Mubai and Xu Wenchang looked alike! Especially their eyes and brows, they were like two peas in a pod!
Considering what Fatty Wei said, Feng Mubai's father had no children for many years in Jingzhou, but after returning to Jiangling, he had a son late in life. So, is Feng Mubai really his son, or did someone help him? This remains to be verified.
It seems that Prefect Xu played a significant role in this, Jing Zhe thought to himself…
After exchanging pleasantries with Prefect Xu and Master Xia for a while, Feng Mubai looked around and asked curiously, "Huh, Wan'er hasn't come over yet?"
"Miss Lin hasn't attended a poetry gathering in a long time; perhaps she forgot the date, which is understandable..."
Master Xia said this, but in his heart he was thinking about how to tell the story of the two calligraphy works.
Feng Mubai was good at reading people's expressions. He noticed that both Prefect Xu and Master Xia looked a little off, especially Master Xia, who seemed to be talking to him but not really paying attention.
So he asked quietly, "Teacher, what's wrong?"
"Mu Bai, look at this."
Master Xia pointed to the stone table and said.
"Huh, someone has already left their calligraphy?"
Seeing the Xuan paper on the stone table, Feng Mubai raised an eyebrow. Every time a poetry gathering was held, the act of leaving calligraphy would only begin after he and Lin Wan'er arrived. This had long been an unwritten rule.
After he saw the vigorous characters on the Xuan paper, he smiled and said, "So it's your calligraphy, teacher. Your calligraphy is as good as ever. I admire you very much. And this poem, although it doesn't mention peach blossoms at all, it evokes the image of peach blossoms everywhere. It's truly a rare masterpiece!"
As his teacher, Feng Mubai naturally had to praise him. Moreover, his words were not entirely boastful. Although he studied under Xia Bingrong, he still could not compare with him in the art of calligraphy.
He now somewhat understood that Xia Bingrong's behavior was probably because he had left his calligraphy beforehand and felt that he had broken the "rules."
So his words, though seemingly flattering, were actually meant to reassure him.
Strangely, Xia Bingrong's expression did not improve after hearing his words; instead, it became even more unpleasant.
"Mu Bai, take another look at this..."
Following the direction Xia Bingrong pointed, Feng Mubai finally saw the problem clearly, and his brows furrowed.
"Why is there another piece of calligraphy?"
Feng Mubai took it and immediately saw a messy handwriting that had no calligraphy whatsoever. It was not much different from the handwriting of those half-grown boys in private schools.
Before he could continue reading, his gaze turned cold: "Who wrote this poem?"
"It's me."
Fatty Wei stood up with his head held high and chest out, his face full of confidence, which naturally came from that poem.
"Who are you…?"
"..."
Fatty Wei's face turned red. Although he was not famous, he was classmates with Feng Mubai when they were in school. Now, Feng Mubai was asking him who he was. This was too humiliating!
"This is Fatty Wei!"
Someone shouted.
Feng Mubai nodded, looking at him coldly: "Don't you know the rules of this Peach Blossom Poetry Gathering? Or are you here today to deliberately cause trouble?"
"You can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want! How am I here to cause trouble?"
Fatty Wei's face flushed red as he spoke indignantly.
"If you weren't causing trouble, then why did you leave your calligraphy behind?"
"hehe."
Fatty Wei sneered, "Isn't what Young Master Feng said ridiculous? Isn't the Peach Blossom Poetry Gathering all about leaving behind three pieces of calligraphy?"
"Indeed, three pieces of calligraphy should be preserved..."
Feng Mubai suddenly looked up, his cold gaze fixed on Fatty Wei: "But, are you worthy?"
Now, Fatty Wei is famous.
He used to respect Feng Mubai, but he couldn't stand being humiliated like this in front of so many people.
"How can I not be worthy? If I'm not worthy, who is? Besides, I'm the first person to leave my calligraphy! Who among you can write a better poem than me today? Why do you say I'm not worthy?"
Seeing Wei Pangzi's red-faced and furious expression, Feng Mubai suddenly found it somewhat laughable.
"With your terrible handwriting, what good could you possibly write... uh..."
Feng Mubai couldn't finish his sentence because he had already seen Wei Pangzi's poem.
This shouldn't be... How could someone with such terrible handwriting write such a good poem?
Deer can be seen when the trees are deep, and no bell can be heard at midday by the stream... What a wonderful scene!
No wonder Fatty Wei looked so confident; it turns out he actually wrote such a good poem. But I was also a classmate of Fatty Wei for a few years. Isn't he just a charlatan?
Seeing Feng Mubai in a daze, Fatty Wei felt even more smug.
"How is my poem, Young Master Feng?"
Feng Mubai's face, like his name, had turned somewhat pale: "I'm alright..."
Actually, although Fatty Wei's poem was good, Feng Mubai was not just a pretty face; he also had some skills. Moreover, he had heard that Lin Wan'er was going to participate in this Peach Blossom Poetry Gathering, so he racked his brains to come up with a peach blossom poem in order to defeat Lin Wan'er. Fatty Wei's poem was not good enough.
But the key point is, so what if his poem is better than Wei Pangzi's? The important thing now is that his teacher, Xia Bingrong, also left his calligraphy, and Wei Pangzi's poem happens to be better than his teacher's. If both he and Lin Wan'er left their calligraphy, one of them must be torn up!
Whose side should we criticize? Naturally, we should criticize the worst one, Xia Bingrong!
Xia Bingrong has been Feng Mubai's teacher for more than ten years, and has helped Feng Mubai with his poetry in various poetry gatherings, but he has never written a single poem himself. After so many years, he finally wrote one, but he wants to tear it up. If this gets out, how will he face anyone?
"Since everything is alright, is it alright if I leave my calligraphy behind?"
"..."
Feng Mubai remained silent for a moment, then lowered his proud head and said in a deep voice, "No problem."
The atmosphere instantly turned somewhat cold.
Most of them were just watching the spectacle, their faces expressionless, but inside they were incredibly excited, eager to see how it would end.
Feng Mubai stepped back a few paces and approached Prefect Xu and Master Xia, asking, "Teacher, what exactly is going on?"
"Why!"
Master Xia sighed and recounted everything that had just happened. After listening, Feng Mubai gave Ma Shibin and Fellow Daoist Feng a cold look, as if he wanted to skin them alive.
Knowing they were in the wrong, Ma Shibin and Feng Daoyou dared not meet his gaze. They lowered their heads and cursed Wei Pangzi countless times in their hearts. They felt that if Wei Pangzi hadn't said that, who would have known that they had deliberately hidden his calligraphy?
Some people are like that; even when they make a mistake, they still try to shift the blame onto others.
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