I'm the villain in the book

Wei Changtian was about to fall asleep when he heard it, but Liu Zongliang suddenly stood up at this moment.

Because it was the Liu family, everyone stopped talking as soon as he stood up.

And Liu Zongliang did not like others to be polite first. After shaking his sleeves, he directly recited aloud:

"Hibiscus is inferior to beauty makeup,"

"The wind from the water palace comes with the fragrance of pearls and greenery."

"Who is covering the autumn fan with a cry?"

"The moon is hanging in the air, waiting for the king."

"..."

The room was quiet for a few seconds, and then someone patted the table and praised with a blushing face, "Good poetry!!"

After his shouting, the others also reacted, and the sound of applause suddenly became one.

Most of the sons and brothers are trying to curry favor with Liu Zongliang, but the literati really think this poem is good.

The first two sentences use hibiscus, pearls, and emeralds to describe the appearance of beautiful women. Although the idea is ordinary, the writing is natural and unpretentious.

The last two sentences directly raised the level of the whole poem by several levels.

Who can hide the autumn fan with a cry, and wait for the king with the bright moon hanging in the air.

Comparing people to the bright moon waiting for the king, it implies that even the emperor will be impressed when he sees Yang Liushi... This is undoubtedly a great honor for a brothel woman.

If this poem is not prepared in advance, it can only explain one thing -

The poetic talent of the poet is extraordinary.

Listening to everyone's compliments, Liu Zongliang was very useful, and at the same time looked at Yang Liushi slightly.

"Young Master Liu..."

Yang Liushi was stunned for a while, and then smiled charmingly: "It seems that the slave family is yours tonight."

There was a commotion in the audience, but no one had an opinion.

Although there is no first place in the text, it is said in the case that the poems and poems are almost the same.

Now Liu Zongliang's poems are obviously several grades higher than others, and naturally no one will jump out of it and take his own humiliation.

Liu Zongliang was also ecstatic when he heard the words, but he heard Yang Liushi continue:

"But I don't know which guest in the house wrote this poem. I beg your son to inform the slave family..."

The tone was still soft and waxy, but Liu Zongliang's face instantly changed from white to red, from red to blue, completely caught in a dilemma.

If he said that the poem was written by himself, not only would no one believe it, but he would appear to be a hypocrite.

But if you admit that you didn't do it yourself, it would be too humiliating...

After thinking about it for a long time, Liu Zongliang finally pointed at a young man standing in the crowd and forced a smile.

"Miss Liu Shi, this person did it."

"Oh?"

Yang Liushi turned his eyes to look, his eyes were full of tenderness and spring: "I don't know if this son's surname is famous, but he has such a poetic talent?"

"The girl is rude."

The young man stepped out of the crowd and said calmly, "It's just a guest of Liu Mansion."

"Young master refuses to tell the slave family his name?" Yang Liushi's voice was mournful.

"This……"

The young man glanced at Liu Zongliang, whose face was ashen. After all, he still did not resist the temptation of the beauty, and answered with a bit of arrogance: "My name is Qin Yu, and I am a teacher of Su Wu!"

"Wow!"

The crowd was instantly in an uproar.

Who is Su Wu?Poetry!

So this plain-looking young man in front of him is actually a poet?

No wonder there is such a poet!

Amid the commotion, Yang Liushi showed a hint of surprise for the first time, and her gaze towards Qin Yu seemed to soften a bit.

And Liu Zongliang felt bad, for fear that Yang Liushi should change his mind and sleep with Qin Yu if it went on like this, and hurriedly asked loudly:

"But still have poetry to come out?"

"..."

The noise stopped, and no one spoke.

Although there are still half of the people who have not yet recited poetry, everyone knows that since there are pearls and jade in front of them, it is no doubt that they are really "presenting ugliness" if they present poetry now.

"Okay, since there is no..."

Liu Zongliang couldn't wait, and after waiting for a few breaths, he was ready to announce the end of the tea round.

But at this moment, Wei Changtian, who had not said a word from beginning to end, finally spoke.

"What's the hurry, rushing to reincarnate?"

"you!"

Liu Zongliang looked at him extremely angrily. If he hadn't known that he couldn't beat Wei Changtian, he would have rushed over and tried his best.

He stared at him and did not speak. Others dared not mix in the grievances of the Liu and Wei families. At this time, only Yang Liushi could come out and settle the game.

"Master Wei, do you also have poetry?"

"Yes."

"But I haven't seen you bring a doorman here..."

Yang Liushi glanced at Wang Er, who was obviously a warrior, and asked with a smile, "Then this poem must be written by the son himself?"

"Yes."

Wei Changtian cherished his words like gold, and Liu Zongliang finally found the opportunity, and hurriedly sneered: "Hahahaha, today I know what the bottom of the well is..."

"You say one more word, believe it or not, I'll let you lie down from here?" Wei Changtian interrupted coldly.

"..."

Like a mouthful of phlegm stuck in his throat, Liu Zongliang's face flushed for a moment, but he didn't dare to speak anymore.

Wei Changtian ignored him and looked around the room before slowly standing up.

He picked up the jug, raised his neck and took a sip of wine, looking directly at Yang Liushi.

"Listen, this is called poetry."

Beauty, enemy, onlookers...

After traveling for so long, labor and capital finally waited for this moment!

Li Taibai!Anyway, so many people have used your poems, so I borrowed them and used them today!

"Gudu~gudu~"

A drink, a poem.

Four mouthfuls of wine into the throat, poetry.

The silver pot made a crisp sound of "clang clang" when it fell to the ground.

In addition, the needles can be heard falling on and off the stage.

Everyone stared at Wei Changtian dumbfounded, their minds were empty except for the 28 characters that were enough to make Yang Liushi famous all over the world.

"Yun thinks about clothes and flowers,"

"The spring breeze blows on the threshold of Revlon."

"If it weren't for the group of jade mountains, see you,"

"We will meet Yaotai under the moon..."

"Pfft!"

A figure staggered and fell to the ground. It was the saint of poetry, Qin Yu.

Unbelievably, he murmured these four lines several times, and finally concluded one sentence.

"I can't wait..."

Chapter 42 The Mid-Autumn Festival and the Fox Demon

Qin Yu had already taken it, but Liu Zongliang could not accept such a result.

Originally, he was about to succeed, but in the end he was stabbed.

If it was someone else, he might have endured it, but it was Wei Changtian again.

After being stunned for a while, he suddenly jumped up and shouted indiscriminately, "This poem is not good! It's not as good as mine!"

"You say so!"

"say something!"

"..."

An extremely depraved roar echoed in the boathouse. Looking at Liu Zongliang, who was furious, no one answered, and some literati even showed contempt.

Even the poets and saints admit that they can't compare. What are you doing here?

Although they did not dare to directly refute Liu Zongliang, they could express their attitude through silence.

It was at this moment that no one said a word.

"It's up to Miss Liu Shi to judge whether it's good or bad."

"Correct!"

Liu Zongliang woke up like a dream.

It doesn't matter which poem is good. In the final analysis, it depends on who Yang Liushi is willing to choose.

You still have a chance!

"Miss Liu Shi!"

Thinking of this, he hurriedly looked at Yang Liushi, who was still stunned, and eagerly asked, "Which poem do you think is better?"

"what?"

Yang Liushi raised his head blankly, only then did he come back to his senses.

Just based on her reaction, the answer is self-evident.

Everyone was waiting for Yang Liushi to hit Liu Zongliang in the face, but after waiting for a while, what they got was a sentence that was beyond everyone's expectations.

"These two poems are both very well written, and the slave family couldn't choose them."

"..."

For a time, everyone was a little surprised.

Can't choose?How can you not choose?

Not to mention that Yangliu Shi is proficient in poetry and prose, even if a peasant woman who does not know big characters is here, I am afraid she can feel that the latter poem is better!

Ignoring everyone's surprised eyes, Yang Liushi looked at Wei Changtian with a smile.

"Master Wei, your poems are really good, and the slave family almost cried just now."

"But Young Master Qin's is not bad...it's embarrassing."

???

Good guy.

Play the hard-to-get game with me, right? !

Then let you see how I do things.