Datang: Valkyrie chat group

I don't seem to know this guy, why, after this guy came up, he yelled at me, as if I had some grudge against him.

Looking at the face that deserved a beating, Tang Feng really wanted to rush up, press the face on the ground, and rub it.

"Qu Pingyang, you've passed the time. Although Tang Feng was born in the countryside, he is now the son-in-law of Duke Wei. Who are you going to show him by humiliating him?" Cheng Chuliang stood up and looked at the man. The man in the green shirt said coldly.

"He's not your relative or friend, so why are you complaining about him? Tsk tsk, what's the matter, sympathize with each other, sympathize with each other." Qu Pingyang said with a smile, smacking his lips.

"Qu Pingyang, I know, you love Li Wan, but so what, Li Wan is married now, so stop daydreaming." Cheng Chuliang seemed to be in pain when he was mentioned, and immediately became angry.

Tang Feng sat there, and when he heard this, he finally understood why this Qu Ping Yang came up and yelled at him like a mad dog.

Feelings, this guy is Li Wan's suitor, because he married Li Wan, he hated himself.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but get a headache again.

No matter in terms of appearance or literary talent, Li Wan is the first-class in Chang'an City, and there are not a few suitors.

I married her, I'm afraid that among those suitors, many people will bear a grudge against me.

At this moment, he really wanted to say a word.

I bought a watch last year.

Chapter 018 Wu Wang Li Ke

"My surname is Tang, don't think that you got shit luck, married Li Wan, and you really climbed to the top and became a master. You are not worthy." Qu Pingyang pointed at Tang Feng's nose, and his words were full of words. Said sarcastically.

Even though Tang Feng was calm, he couldn't help but feel angry after being humiliated repeatedly.

The clay figurine is still angry, let alone such a big man like him.

"You think you are a master, but you don't know, what would you be without your father?" Tang Feng sat there, looking at Qu Ping Yang, and said indifferently.

"You consciously eat ink for a few years, and you almost sarcasm the farmers in the countryside, but you don't know, if there are no farmers in the countryside, what would you eat? Eat shit?"

The sharp words, every sentence, went straight to the point.

Qu Pingyang stood there, his face constantly changing, sometimes white, sometimes red, he wanted to speak up to refute, but Tang Feng would not give him a chance to speak again.

"No one in the world is born superior to others. You can stand here wearing brocade clothes today, talking loudly, and despising those people in the countryside. But you don't know that your parents, your ancestors, are very likely to born in the countryside."

Qu Pingyang opened his eyes wide, staring fixedly at Tang Feng, and wanted to speak.

"you……"

"The way of heaven is reincarnation. There is no long-lasting family in the world. In the end, your Qu family will become commoners again. Maybe you don't need to wait until the future. Something like this will happen one day." Tang Feng continued. .

As he spoke, he stood up.

"The son-in-law of the Li family, don't try to use your tongue here, no matter how extravagant your words are, it won't change the fact that you are a country man." The young man standing beside Qu Pingyang said coldly.

Tang Feng's gaze moved away from Qu Pingyang and landed on the young man who spoke.

He didn't say anything more, but just smiled lightly.

"Bring me a pen and paper." He called out to Xiao Er beside him.

Seeing that Tang Feng asked for pen and paper, the people present already guessed what he was going to do.

Sitting there, Zhang Chengyan picked up the wine glass in front of him, took a sip, and then looked at Tang Feng with a hint of sarcasm.

The movement here quickly attracted the attention of the people around.

"Tang Feng, don't try to be brave. The talents of Master Meng are well-known in Chang'an City. Even Uncle Wei once praised her. Even if you search all the broken poems she wrote In the entire Chang'an City, no one dares to say that he can match all of them." Cheng Chuliang leaned over and said in a low voice.

Tang Feng glanced at Cheng Chuliang, smiled slightly, and said it was okay.

"I just want to give it a try. Even if it doesn't match, it's okay. Anyway, I'm from the countryside, so I'm thick-skinned enough." Then he said jokingly.

Hearing his joking words, Cheng Chuliang and Fang Yiai couldn't help but rolled their eyelids, and then talked helplessly.

"Hmph, a son-in-law from the countryside dares to stand up to the incomplete poems of Master Meng, but I don't know where the courage comes from." A light voice came from the crowd.

Tang Feng looked for the sound, but what he saw was a tall and burly young man.

How dare Liang Jingru give me the courage.

he said in his heart.

At this time, several handsome young masters in fine clothes came in from outside Hu Yuelou.

The leader is a handsome and handsome young man.

"What's the matter?" The young man from Yushu Linfeng stopped a young man and asked.

"I've met the King of Wu." The young man hurriedly bowed to salute when he saw the handsome young master.

King Wu.

In this Great Tang, there is only one King Wu, and that is Li Ke, the third son of Li Shimin, the king of Tang.

"Back to King Wu, it was the son-in-law of Duke Wei's mansion who had a conflict with Qu Pingyang, and the son-in-law wanted to write a broken poem to Master Meng." The young man replied respectfully.

When Wu Wang Li Ke heard this, a playful expression appeared on his face.

"It's interesting. That son-in-law should have grown up in the countryside, but he didn't know how lucky he was to be chosen as his son-in-law by the Duke of Wei. As a son-in-law, he should keep a low profile, but he is good. He ran here just after getting married. Hu Yuelou is here to hang out." The young master beside Li Ke, the king of Wu, fanned his fan and said with a smile.

"People from the countryside have never seen the market. They just think that this is still in the countryside. If they can write a few words, they can be a gentleman." Another young man next to him also said with a smile.

"Let's go and have a look," Wu Wang Li Ke didn't laugh, he shook his hand and said slowly.

At this time, Tang Feng undoubtedly became the focus of attention.

"Who will grind it for me." Tang Feng picked up the wine pot on the ground, raised his head, took a big gulp, and shouted loudly.

The children of the aristocratic families around, as well as the sons and brothers of various ethnic groups, all looked at him with disdainful eyes.

They claim to be noble, so how could they grind this vulgar person in their eyes.

Even Cheng Chuliang hesitated at this moment.

"Let the servants help you grind." When he was embarrassed, a woman in Tsing Yi walked over slowly, saluted Tang Feng, and said softly.

Tang Feng took a look at the woman. The exquisite figure and delicate facial features, paired with the blue dress, were also pleasing to the eye.

"Then thank you, miss." He cupped his hands and smiled.

The girl also smiled slightly, walked slowly, went to the table, knelt on the ground, picked up the inkstone on the table with her soft hands, and began to grind it.

Chapter 019 You Are Talented, I Have Li Taibai

Just when the unknown woman started grinding, Tang Feng fell silent.

Xinshen entered the Valkyrie chat group.

The people around saw him lowering his head slightly, they just thought he was thinking, they didn't know it at all, he was already fascinated.

"Li Taibai, hurry up and do me a favor."

Soon after the message was sent, Li Taibai appeared.

"Immortal, what are you looking for me for?"

At this time, under the sky of Kaiyuan, in the dilapidated house, Li Taibai was trembling because of his excitement.

This is his first time chatting with an immortal at close range, so how can he not be excited.

Now he firmly believes that this martial god chat group is the projection of Bai Yujing, and the group leader is the reincarnated immortal.

"Your poems are the best in ancient and modern times. I have a few broken poems here. Please help me match them up." In order to save the world, Tang Feng didn't say those meandering words anymore.

Afterwards, he sent all the lines of the five broken poems written by the oiran to the group.

"Number Six, here comes your chance to perform." As the most active group member in the group, Xiang Yu jumped out and said with a smile.

"The leader of the group said that your poetry and prose are outstanding, few people in the world can compare with them, and some even became immortals with poetry in the past. I want to see how far your poetry and prose have reached." Sun Bin said.

"That's right, I also really want to see how strong this person who has become a fairy with poetry is." Huo Qubing said.

Looking at the words of these bigwigs in the group, Li Taibai instantly felt Alexander.

However, when he saw the poems in the group, he soon returned to normal.

Who is Li Taibai?

That is the person who came to become a poet, he dare not say anything else, but on the poems, he thinks that no one can stop him.

Then, he picked up the jug beside him and took a sip.

With this sip of wine in his belly, that free and easy air appeared, at this moment, he became that rebellious Li Taibai again.

"Allow me for a while." Li Taibai said.

At this time Tang Feng, although he couldn't see Li Taibai in another time and space, he believed that Li Taibai had completely entered that invincible state.

In the world of poetry and prose, Li Taibai himself is an invincible existence.

inside the real world.

Everyone looked at Tang Feng.

But inside Tang Feng, wandering outside, seeing that he hadn't moved for a long time, the surrounding onlookers all cast disdainful glances.

"Hey, you start writing, pretend to be stupid, and this matter will be over." Someone shouted loudly.

"If you don't have that ability, you still pretend to be a wolf with a big tail. You are a countryman, it's really unbearable." Another person shouted.

The woman in Tsing Yi, who was kneeling opposite Tang Feng, slowed down her grinding speed, raised her head, and looked at Tang Feng.

After waiting for another moment, Tang Feng still lowered his head and meditated.

The onlookers finally couldn't bear it anymore, and some people started to turn around and leave.

"Let's go." Wu Wang Li Ke shook his head and whispered.

The moment Li Ke turned around, Tang Feng, who was kneeling there with his head bowed in thought, suddenly raised his head.

He waved his hand to grab the writing brush on the table, dipped it in ink, and began to write on the satin on the table.

The green hat fisherman's tube is not caught, and the clothes of the water chestnut girl are light.

Bingxiao wrote Shangjiang scenery and sent it to Hu Yue and Meng Jiaqing.

Splash ink.

The pen moved with Tang Feng's wrist, and vigorous and powerful characters appeared on the silk and satin.

The woman in Tsing Yi sitting across from Tang Feng was stunned when she saw the writing on the silk.

"The fisherman's tube in the green hat is gone, and the girl in Ling's clothing is light. I wrote the scenery of the south of the Yangtze River on the ice silk, and sent it to Hu Yue and Meng Jiaqing."

Looking at the verses on the silk, she read them out in a melodious voice, ups and downs.

"Good poem." Sitting next to her, Fang Yiai couldn't help shouting.

At this moment, those who had already turned to leave stopped after hearing the poem read by the woman in Tsing Yi.

"Good word." Another person couldn't help shouting.

Wu Wang Li Ke stopped, turned around again, and leaned closer. After seeing the verses on the silk, his eyes could not help but light up.

Poetry is good, words are better.

He has learned homework from the master since he was a child, especially in this calligraphy. He has practiced every day and has never been lazy for 20 years.

He asked himself that he had already surpassed most of his peers in terms of calligraphy attainments, but today, looking at the calligraphy written by Tang Feng, he asked himself that he was not as good.

"Take it away." After filling in the first broken poem, Tang Feng paused and shouted loudly.

At this time, the boy guarding the side had already been chased away by two other women. These two women came up slowly and carefully picked up the silk satin with poems written on it.

The two women did not walk away, but stood beside them, and they lifted the silk and satin, so that the people around could also write the poem on the silk and satin.

"Good poetry, good words, really wonderful."

"It takes 20 years of hard work to get this handwriting."

Surroundings, the admiration sounded endlessly. At this time, the children of these aristocratic families completely forgot the ridicule they had made towards Tang Feng not long ago.

After this admiration, someone looked at Tang Feng, only to find that Tang Feng picked up the brush again and continued to splash ink on the new silk.

"Isn't it? Could it be that he wants to match two broken poems at once." Someone looked at Tang Feng and exclaimed in a low voice.

Hearing the shout, everyone turned their eyes away from the satin verse, and looked at Tang Feng in unison.