The Ming Dynasty in Another World: People are in the Heavenly Prison, and Wuji becomes a Taoist

Ma Chao was shocked.

"how do you know?"

"Haha, what do you think?"

The meaning of his words is self-evident.

"To be honest, your Ma family is a well-established and wealthy family. Why are you so stingy and only willing to pay fifty yuan as a retouching fee?"

Lin Shaoyan looked contemptuous, "Oh, I forgot, your family regards your sister as the successor, haha!"

Ma Chao intended to refute, but felt it was unnecessary.

He gritted his teeth and asked, "Then how much did you spend?"

"One hundred dollars!"

Lin Shaoyan stretched out a finger very simply.

Ma Chao was instantly furious.

"Dry!"

Seeing his angry look, Lin Shaoyan smiled even happier.

"In this way, I will give you a chance. You can either write a song yourself, or ask someone to write one on the spot. As long as you can write it, let everyone judge it. If it is better than mine, I will admit defeat. Tonight with Miss Hongyu The opportunity to be alone is still yours, how about it?"

Seeing that Ma Chao didn't reply, he said again: "Don't you dare to come? Then, if you can really write it out, I will not only admit defeat, but I will also pay for all the expenses in Xichun Garden tonight. How about that?"

Forced into this situation, Ma Chaozhou was unwilling to give in and nodded in agreement.

"Okay, but I'll only give you ten minutes. Don't wait if you're late!"

Lin Shaoyan said with a smile.

"Ten minutes? Even if Mr. Cheng is invited here, it will be difficult for him to write a better poem than this, right?" Wang Dong refused.

"Then there's nothing you can do about it!" Lin Shaoyan shrugged, "You are reluctant to spend money and have no literary talent. You deserve to be mixed up with some rotten fish and shrimps and pick up the rest from me for the rest of your life."

"What did you say?"

Ma Chao was angry and immediately started to fight.

"What, you want to hit me?"

Lin Shaoyan had a mean smile on his face.

"You think I don't dare?"

Ma Chao immediately rolled up his sleeves.

"Uncle Qiu, he wants to hit me!"

Lin Shaoyan quickly jumped behind the middle-aged man.

"He didn't dare."

The middle-aged man glanced at Ma Chao and spoke calmly.

"How do you know I don't dare?"

Ma Chao asked unhappily, holding his big belly.

"Because I will take action."

As he spoke, the other party revealed the pistol on his waist.

"Fill the cup!" Wang Dong cursed in a low voice, "Do you think having a gun is a big deal?"

"Huh? If you're not convinced, you can give it a try." The middle-aged man looked towards him.

"I'll try if you ask me to, how shameless am I?"

Wang Dong frowned and said harshly.

The middle-aged man sneered and said nothing.

Lin Shaoyan, on the other hand, sighed with disdain and turned on the taunting mode.

Ma Chao had veins popping out on his forehead after hearing this.

Lin Mo walked away quietly and entered the box.

Although Ma Chao was close to him mostly because of Shen Ke, Lin Mo could feel that the other party did treat him as a friend.

Therefore, facing this scene, he naturally could not sit idly by.

Furthermore, he was really dissatisfied with the middle-aged man's arrogant look and Lin Shaoyan's aggressive and ugly face.

Since the opponent wants to compete in poetry, let's defeat him by crushing him!

Wang Dong thought that Lin Mo was concerned about Lin Shaoyan's identity and worried that he would be affected.

Immediately, my favorable impression of him was greatly reduced.

"This kid actually sneaked away at this moment? Bah, I really misjudged the person!"

Although Ma Chao felt a little uncomfortable, he knew that this was human nature and he could understand it, but he still felt uncomfortable in his heart.

He defended Lin Mo: "Don't talk nonsense, Brother Lin is not that kind of person!"

"Captain, I think he is just afraid of getting into trouble..."

Entered the box.

"Then let's write an eternal love poem!"

After laying out the rice paper, Lin Mowen was possessed by Chaogong.

With the pen dipped in ink, the words can be written in a single stroke.

"Brother Ma, I usually like to read and write lyrics. This is a poem I wrote before. See if you can use it."

He came out and secretly handed the written lyrics to Ma Chao.

"Ah? Did you enter the box just now to write this?" Ma Chao looked surprised.

"Otherwise?" Lin Mo asked back.

"Oh it's all right."

Ma Chao suddenly felt ashamed.

It turns out that I misunderstood brother Lin just now.

He couldn't help but glared at Wang Dong complainingly.

It's all this guy's fault for misleading me!

Wang Dong smiled sheepishly, and then said worriedly: "But no matter how good your writing is, you can't possibly write it better than Mr. Cheng, right?"

Ma Chao whispered: "Brother Lin, you don't know something. Mr. Cheng is a famous poet in the literary world of Kyoto, and is known as the first person of the 'New Clothes School'."

No matter how famous the other party is, Lin Mo believes that as soon as this poem comes out, even if the entire literary world in Kyoto is moved, they will not be able to write a poem that can compete with it!

After all, this is known as the "eternal love poem" in Blue Star.

Lin Mo said: "How about you take a look first?"

"Hey, brother Lin, I..."

Seeing Lin Mo's confident look, Ma Chao looked helpless.

Although he didn't think Lin Mo could write better poems than Mr. Cheng.

But these days of contact made him understand that the other party was not an impulsive and arrogant person.

Since he spoke like this, he should still be confident.

"Forget it, I have good intentions after all, and I have no other choice."

After all, it was too difficult for him to write a decent poem in ten minutes.

Ma Chao opened it patiently.

Just one glance and he was stunned.

"Captain?" Wang Dong called him.

"what?"

"what happened to you?"

"nothing."

Ma Chao came to his senses.

Even though he didn't know much about poetry, he could tell that the poem written by Lin Mo was unusual.

"Take it over and let them read it out." Ma Chao said confidently.

"Is this really necessary?" Wang Dong was timid, afraid of being embarrassed.

"Why, you don't listen to what I say anymore?"

"I'm afraid you will lose face."

Wang Dong muttered and walked downstairs.

When Lin Shaoyan saw this scene, he immediately laughed.

"It seems that I underestimated you, why did you write it so quickly?"

"What, you're not convinced?" Ma Chao responded directly.

"I'm convinced, of course I'm convinced, but I'm afraid the writing is nonsense, right?"

"You can prick up your dog ears and listen carefully to see if it's better than yours!"

Seeing Ma Chao's confident look, Lin Shaoyan murmured in his heart.

"Did this guy really write a good song?"

But soon, he rejected this idea.

"How can I know who Ma Chao is? It's absolutely impossible for him to beat me!"

He looked downstairs calmly.

Wang Dong had already handed over the words.

The waiter spread the rice paper flat on the table, glanced at the words on it, and took a breath.

He forced down the shock in his heart, cleared his throat, and spoke loudly.

"The thin clouds make tricks, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver man is far away in darkness."

"It's actually the first word!"

"Writing lyrics is too difficult. You have to strictly follow the name of the lyrics and consider rhyme as well as rhyme."

"This should be based on the story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, right?"

"Just this sentence, I seem to feel the pain of long-lasting lovesickness."

Literati who understood poetry expressed their opinions one after another.

Lin Shaoyan was stunned.

That guy Ma Chao didn't use poetry, but chose words?

Can he also write lyrics?

And how come this poem makes people's skin crawl?

This……

The boy paused for a moment, and then read: "When the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will defeat countless people in the world."

As soon as these two sentences came out, everyone was stunned!

"Oh! This word is too awesome!"

"I start to believe in love again!"

"Tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams, bear to look after Queqiao's way back."

The boy's throat moved slightly, and he paused for a few seconds before slowly reading the last sentence.

"If love lasts for a long time, how can it be... day and night?"