Life script: My monitor lizard is the emperor!

Fang Zhen curled his lips after reading it.

A princess who grew up listening to fairy tales.

Unfortunately, instead of meeting the prince, I met a liar instead.

He walked towards Huang Zongxi with a smile on his face.

Look at what poems this "fellow townsman" copied to win Qinghu's favor.

"Yun Xiang's clothes are beautiful, and the spring breeze blows Revlon."

"If you don't meet at the top of Qunyu Mountain, you will meet at Yaotai under the moon."

Fang Zhen stood behind Huang Zongxi and read it softly.

This thought startled Huang Zongxi.

He looked back, it was Fang Zhen.

The originally complacent expression suddenly darkened.

"This guy, why is his ghost still lingering!"

"Could it be that he is really my old enemy?"

"Why did I meet him again?"

Huang Zongxi was in a very upset mood, and he recognized Fang Zhen's appearance even after it turned into ashes.

Not only does he have the body of an old man on his body, but the key point is that he has robbed himself of a great opportunity.

After returning home after the auction, he immediately sent someone to inquire about Fang Zhen's identity and background.

It will be easy to deal with in the future, but the time is still short and there is no news yet.

It turned out that we met again tonight.

"Brother, we meet again, we are really destined."

"Your poems are really well written."

Fang Zhen said in admiration.

The gloomy Huang Zongxi didn't reply. He really had nothing to say about a "native" as a stepping stone.

I sneered in my heart.

It seems that this "indigenous" doesn't understand at all when he gestures with his middle finger today.

Fang Zhen read poems and talked with Huang Zongxi.

Attracted the attention of Qingling not far away.

Her vermilion lips parted lightly:
"Yun Xiang's clothes are beautiful, and the spring breeze blows Revlon."

"If you don't meet at the top of Qunyu Mountain, you will meet at Yaotai under the moon."

"Good poetry, really good poetry."

Her beautiful eyes lit up, and she stared at Huang Zongxi and the two of them.

Based on her innate cultivation base, coupled with her extraordinary talent.

Naturally, Fang Zhen's voice could be heard.

Hearing that this poem was created by the man in yellow robe, he looks forward to his appearance, and his beautiful eyes look forward to measuring Huang Zongxi.

Immediately, the smile on his face gradually disappeared.

"This length is too ordinary."

"Although poetry creation is good, it is obviously not the love of my life."

"It's the young man in white next to him, handsome and handsome, with a jade-like face."

"It's a pity, a pity."

She couldn't help shaking her head, but she still walked towards the two of them with lotus flower steps.

She still appreciates talented men very much.

Huang Zongxi was trying to get rid of this follower in front of him.

Suddenly, he noticed that charming green fox woman walking towards him.

There was a burst of joy in my heart, and I must have been attracted by my own poems.

The old halberd said that the green fox turned into a human being.

As expected of a fox, it walks quite seductively.

It's not bad to talk about a love affair between people and foxes.

Immediately, he started a hypocritical conversation with Fang Zhen.

"Where, where, it's just that I like to compose poems in my free time."

"You can't get into the elegant hall, you can't get in the eyes."

Huang Zongxi looked humble and polite.

It looks a bit like a dog.

Fang Zhen's supernatural powers were cultivated, and he kept paying attention to the woman.

I saw the woman coming.

Looking at Huang Zongxi who was still indifferent just now, his face has changed now.

I sneered in my heart.

Copying Li Bai's poems is really my own.

I'll see how your face changes later.

"So that's how it is. Xiongtai is really talented, but it's a pity that he is not famous."

"Perhaps Xiongtai can produce some more poems, which will surely be passed down through the ages."

Fang Zhen complimented.

"Haha, you flatter me too much."

Although Huang Zongxi hated this guy to the bone.

But in the face of his bragging, it is still extremely useful.

Unfortunately, he was destined not to do these things.

When I just crossed over, I thought about it.

Can be learned later.

Scholar's status is really low, and they basically work for others.

For many people in this world, to be a scholar is to enter the officialdom.

Not necessarily bad, don't worry about eating and drinking.

It can be more than ten thousand people.

But what does that mean for a protagonist like him.

This is a fantasy world, and the mighty power belongs to itself.

It is so strong that the emperor can do it himself.

He became a scholar because of his brain twitching.

He was also puzzled by the green fox's liking for poetry.

Fang Zhen saw Qing Ling getting closer.

"To tell you the truth, I'm actually quite interested in poetry."

"With nothing to do, I created a few poems."

"I don't know, would you like to comment for me?"

Fang Zhen looked at Huang Zongxi expectantly.

Huang Zongxi frowned slightly, he was just a copywriter, so he couldn't really know poetry.

Thinking of it as just a comment, it shouldn't be a big problem.

On the Internet, he clicked the keyboard frequently.

Besides, the fox girl is getting closer and closer, so it's not bad to set up an image by yourself.

"You say it."

Fang Zhen cleared his throat and began to chant.

"Don't you see, the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushing to the sea and never returning."

"Don't you see, Tang Mingjing is mourning, the morning is like blue silk and the evening is snow!"

"You have to be happy when you are proud, don't let the bottle be empty."

"Heaven, I must have my talents, and I will come back after thousands are gone."

………………

When Huang Zongxi heard what Fang Zhen said, his brain seemed to be shaken by a big bell.

The whole froze in place.

He stared at Fang Zhen like a ghost.

why?
Because this poem is so familiar, on the starfish, elementary school students will read two lines of "nearly drinking"

After Fang Zhen finished reading, he coughed dryly.

The crowd around them watched him closely.

They were shocked by this poem. There has never been a poem like this poem.

into their hearts.

It seems to describe their miserable lives.

They are underappreciated!
Qing Ling, who was walking slowly, froze.

If the poems of the man in yellow are eye-catching, they are even very good.

The poems of this young man in white are the best she has ever seen.

The most direct into the mind, people in a trance.

That sentence: I must have my talents in the sky, and I will come back after all the thousands are gone.

What a strong self-confidence, what a domineering leak.

Her eyes sparkled and she stared at Fang Zhen, who was radiant and heroic.

That figure is well-developed and lined, with a majestic temperament.

Although there is no trace of the weak scholar taste in the story.

But it gave her a novel experience.

Scholars don't necessarily have no cultivation, right?
Practitioners who compose poems and music are considered half-scholars, right?

Her beautiful eyes turned around, and she looked more and more at the young man in white.

The more in line with the prince charming in her heart.

Immediately, the jade hands applauded.

Driven by Qingling, the poetry club present applauded Fang Zhen unconsciously.

Many people cheered.

"This poem is so good, it's literally talking about me."

"Brother Tang, bosom friend! I also feel like talking about me."

"Yes, yes, and me, how about we, the three great talents, sworn brothers?"

"That's very good, second brother, third brother."

"Go away, I want to be the big brother."

"No, no, according to talent, I should be number one.

You two stop arguing, let me be the big brother. "

Not far from Fang Zhen, three people fought for who should be the eldest brother.

The people around the three were speechless.

"Are these three idiots?"

The three of them quickly stopped their movements and glared at the passerby.

"Do you dare to say that our three great talents in Lin'an City are idiots?"

"Do you want to compare whose fist is harder?"

The passers-by were frightened and retreated in a hurry.

These three people are muscular and not easy to mess with at first sight.