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Chapter 184 Slapping the face requires "slapping"

The lord of Chihuo City is the lord of a domain, even if placed in the vast Chiming Realm, he can be regarded as a powerful party.

It is extremely inappropriate for He Yu to insult him casually like this, even if he is a son of a rich family, but if he changes his words in public at this time, he will undoubtedly slap himself in the face. Everyone underestimates.

"Hehe, that's even more ridiculous!" He Yu didn't change his face, and continued to mock with a faint smile: "It seems that the literary level of your entire Scarlet Fire Region is not very good!"

At this moment, everyone's expressions changed a little, because He Yu's sentence was tantamount to belittling all of them.

Even in He Yu's current status, everyone couldn't help feeling ashamed and annoyed.

"Oh, is that so, today is a grand event, so why don't you ask Mr. Jiang Ye to make a couplet, so that we can broaden our horizons, what do you think?" Luo Qingcheng covered his mouth and smiled.

"This proposal is very good. I am about to meet Mr. Jiang, a great talent!"

"It's a great honor for me, a vulgar person, to witness the birth of a masterpiece today."

"Young Master Jiang, don't be humble..."

Everyone opened their mouths one after another, trying to mock He Yu in reverse.

He Yu sneered, just when everyone thought that he could no longer bear such stimulation due to his young age, He Yu raised his head and said arrogantly: "I don't!"

Everyone: "..."

You... why don't you play your cards according to the routine!

"Just kidding." Seeing everyone's devastated expressions, He Yu smiled contentedly, "It's just a couplet, so why not?"

One ticket?
Everyone was taken aback for a moment, and felt that this quantifier was a bit weird. Before they could figure it out, He Yu waved his sleeves and said, "I will serve you with pen and ink!"

Fei Wu greeted him, and immediately two pretty girls brought pens, ink, paper and inkstones, and spread them out on the desks brought in from the middle hall.

In the midst of everyone's attention, He Yu mentioned the Langhao brush, and when he was about to start writing, he frowned suddenly and stopped again.

"Young master Jiang, why don't you write?" Luo Qingcheng only thought that the other party was showing timidity, so he couldn't help asking playfully.

"My lord just thinks that in this world of ice and snow, without a pot of warm wine, a little song, and a beautiful woman, it would be too boring!" He Yu said with his hands behind his back.

Uh……

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, Mr. Jiang's request was too much.

Could it be... delaying time?

Moreover, although the weather is cold, there is no snow at all. How can it be ice and snow!

Ding Buwei, who had been calming down the atmosphere, couldn't help but frowned and said, "Mr. Jiang, I'm afraid it's hard to prepare these things in a hurry..."

"Who said you should prepare?" He Yu interrupted him disdainfully.

"Then why..." Ding Buwei was a little confused.

"It's a small skill, I'm laughing at you." He Yu said lightly, and at the same time waved his hand violently.

There was a flash of light in He Yu's hand, as if something had quietly merged into the sky and the earth. When everyone was in a daze, they saw pieces of snowflakes falling from the sky.

He Yu waved his hand again, and a zither sound was born out of thin air, echoing continuously in the open space.

With another wave of He Yu's hand, a pot of fine wine was already in hand, and the aroma of the wine was overflowing.

After all this was done, He Yuchang laughed a few times, and with a strong palm, he circled Fang Miaoling into his arms. The two of them folded their fingers and held the Langhao brush again.

"Ah!" Fang Miaoling let out a low cry, her face flushed instantly under her body, and she whispered: "This, is it...is it necessary?"

"I can't help it, who made my boss's handwriting ugly, I read it, you write it." He Yu's smile remained unchanged, and he whispered in his ear.

"..." Fang Miaoling was speechless, and dared to toss for a long time, so it turns out that you are afraid of ugly words!

But she couldn't laugh or cry, and the shyness in her heart retreated a little. After hearing He Yu's voice transmission, the slender palm holding the pen danced quickly, and wrote down all He Yu's thoughts.

At this time, Ding Buwei and others were still in shock.

With a wave of hands, the wind, flowers, snow and moon, and the voice of the immortal wine, what an incredible method!
And in the wind and snow that filled the sky, a pair of Bi people were embracing ink, writing their lives with pens, what a free and easy life this is!
This situation is like a picture scroll.

After all, Luo Qingcheng was the first to react. She glanced jealously at Fang Miaoling in He Yu's arms, gritted her silver teeth, and walked closer. She wanted to see if the couplets written by Mr. Jiang Qi were compatible. worthy of his arrogance!
Everyone also came back to their senses one after another, they all moved closer and looked intently.

At this time, Fang Miaoling just stopped writing.

"Thousands of kalpas, the attic still exists, ask who picks the bucket of blue sky, and look at the present and the past.

In 800 years, the old family is still there, making me lean on the fence to watch the sword, and laugh at the heroes! "

Everyone unconsciously read it once, then couldn't help but read it again, and then murmured several times.

This couplet... Absolutely!
Not only is the confrontation neat, but it also echoes the charm that Shenji Pavilion should have.

Thousands of years later, after countless catastrophes, even your aristocratic family will be reduced to ashes long ago, but only I, the Shenji Pavilion, will not fall down, staring at the past and laughing at all the heroes, what a heroic artistic conception!
In comparison, the couplet written by the city lord was indeed weaker than that.

Ding Buwei's eyes were already shining, and just when he stepped forward, he was about to rub his hands and ask He Yu for this couplet, but He Yu stretched out his hand with an "eh" and frowned to stop him.

Just when Ding Buwei didn't know why, He Yu's hand holding Fang Miaoling started to move again.

"This is..." Everyone looked at each other in confusion, not understanding what He Yu wanted to write.

He Yu just smiled lightly at this, what a joke, my brother's principle has always been to either not pretend to be aggressive, to pretend to be thorough, or not to hit the face, and if hit, never just hit it!
Nonsense, can the pleasure of "pop" be the same as the pleasure of "pop"...

Amid the widened eyes of everyone, He Yu waved his hand and wrote a couplet eloquently.

and also?

"From the earth to the boundless sky,

I am the peak when the building climbs to the top! "

This couplet... is perfect again!

This time, before everyone could savor the artistic conception carefully, He Yu held Fang Miaoling's hand and just paused for a moment before starting to write again.

Not over yet?

This time even Luo Qingcheng couldn't keep calm anymore, she took two steps forward in disbelief, but no matter how close she got, He Yu didn't hesitate to write, and another couplet was written in a swipe. At once.

"Three thousand guests from Fengxue Shenyuan,

The first floor of Mingyue Chihuo! "

……

"Beer drink mineral water,

Eight-treasure porridge with peanuts and melon seeds.

Hengpi: Close your feet! "

Everyone: "???"

He Yu: "Sorry, I made a typo on the spur of the moment, this doesn't count."

……

When He Yu finally wrote "five hundred miles of red water rushing to the bottom of the eye, wearing a lapel skirt, the joy is boundless. Look, the gods are flying in the east, the spiritual instrument in the west, winding in the north, and plain in the south..." At the time of Huaxia's famous peerless long couplet, the audience was silent, except for the horrible "hissing" sound of gasping for air.

Looking at the densely packed rice paper filled with astonishing couplets, at this moment, they finally understood why He Yu didn't say "one pair" of couplets, but "a group".

Isn't this fucking just one vote!

Still a lot of votes!

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(End of this chapter)