Zongwu: I am playing badly in Huashan Inn

"One, two, three, four."

Lin Fei: ? ? ?

"Five, six, seven, eight."

Fuck, Lin Fei was no longer sleepy.

What did Yan Junbin write? A counting poem for military training?

Looking at the people around him, they all looked like they were appreciating the poem.

No.

Are they serious, or are they holding back to see Yan Junbin's joke?

Could it be that I was too excited and had hallucinations?

"Nine, ten, eleven..."

Lin Fei: ...

Zhou Miaotong's plump red lips and white teeth uttered these words, which made him feel a strange sense of disobedience.

Turning to look at Shen Lian, he saw that he clenched his fists and stared at Yan Junbin with his eyes. Obviously, he felt a huge threat?

Lin Fei began to think seriously...

It is estimated that everyone present really thinks this poem is not bad.

After all, they all rhyme...

He suddenly realized that the world of Jiuzhou is a world with a very low level of poetry.

Any Tong Yao poem in the previous life can be transformed into a masterpiece here.

Not to mention the masterpieces handed down by the poets, wouldn't they be shocked if they were put into the world of Jiuzhou?

"Only Miaotong is stunning!"

After Zhou Miaotong recited the last sentence, her face was stained with a blush, and the look she gave Yan Junbin was not only grateful, but also a bit affectionate.

Looking at Shen Lian again, that guy's eyes were about to spit fire.

He was just a Jinyiwei, and he had no ink in his stomach.

He came to the Jiaofangsi just to take a look at Zhou Miaotong and tell her that he would redeem her.

Lin Fei sighed silently in his heart.

Ah, an honest man.

Seeing this scene, there was a lot of discussion around, and the voices grew louder and louder, and in a moment, it was full of noise.

"As expected of the son of the Imperial Censor Yan Peiwei, his talent is outstanding!"

"In just four lines of poetry, Zhou Miaotong's beauty is vividly portrayed on paper."

"I can't believe that Master Yan can create such a masterpiece in such a short time."

"A beauty in front of you can inspire creativity the most."

"It seems that this courtesan must be Miss Zhou."

"Miss Zhou must be Master Yan, too."

"A talented man and a beautiful woman, a perfect match!"

Lin Fei thought for a moment, picked up the brush on the table and started writing on the paper.

He didn't want to be a plagiarist, he just couldn't stand it anymore.

Do these people have any misunderstandings about talent and masterpieces?

The level of this crappy poem is not even as good as Qianlong's!

"Hey, Junior Brother, what are you writing?" Linghu Chong came over.

But he was obviously drunk and couldn't see what Lin Fei was writing at all.

"Oh, I just wrote it casually to join in the fun."

"Hahaha, Junior Brother is really in a good mood! Come, let's have a drink!"

After writing, Lin Fei walked straight to Shen Lian and handed him the manuscript.

As for why he gave it to Shen Lian, it might be because they were both honest people.

Honest people appreciate each other!

Shen Lian asked in confusion: "My little brother, why don't you give it to Miao Tong yourself?"

Lin Fei smiled and said: "I don't like to show off."

Shen Lian glanced at the manuscript, and his eyes lit up immediately, his hands trembled slightly, and his breathing became rapid.

"Such a wonderful work, why did you give it to me?"

In just a few seconds, Lin Fei had changed from a little brother to a brother in Shen Lian's mouth.

Lin Fei waved his hand and said, "I have a hobby, I am happy to match lovers together. I saw the strong love in your eyes just now, but it's a pity that someone got there first. I hope this poem can help you win the beauty."

Shen Lian clasped his fist and said, "I am Shen Lian, may I ask your name?"

"My name is Lin Fei."

"Brother Lin, if this thing succeeds, Shen Lian will remember your kindness for the rest of his life!"

Wow!

Remember for the rest of his life.

It seems that Shen Lian really loves Zhou Miaotong.

If I give Zhou Miaotong a poem, not only will Yan Junbin hate me, but I will also be hated by Shen Lian.

Moreover, this is the capital, there are countless masters hidden in the sky, and there are countless intricate hidden forces. It is not wise to rashly become the target of public criticism.

It does not fit his mentality of lying down.

[The host is detected to have lying down, and a cold jade bed is obtained, 20 salted fish points]

Cold jade bed?

Is it the one that Xiaolongnu usually sleeps on?

It is said that it was made by Lin Chaoying, the founder of the Tomb School, using the cold jade dug out from hundreds of feet of ice in the bitter cold land of the extreme north given by Wang Chongyang. It is an excellent tool for practicing internal skills.

Of course, it is definitely not as much as the system gives.

But it is better to have it than not.

If you suffer internal injuries or accidentally go into a state of infatuation, the cold jade bed can also heal internal injuries.

It can be said to be a martial arts treasure that everyone yearns for!

There is no way to see it now, so Lin Fan had to place the cold jade bed first.In the system backpack.

At the same time, Zhou Miaotong glanced at Shen Lian and Lin Fei, her eyes flickering slightly.

Perhaps the gaze of the beauty gave Shen Lian great courage, he took the manuscript and walked straight to the stage.

When someone gave a poem, the girl always had to accept it, this was the rule, no matter how the poem was written.

Zhou Miaotong took the manuscript from Shen Lian and smiled at him politely.

This smile, with its peerless beauty, directly attracted Shen Lian's soul.

"Hey, who is this? How dare he challenge Master Yan?"

"I've never seen him, but he doesn't look like a scholar."

"Look at him, he's big and strong, probably a martial artist, how can he write a good poem?"

"I think he just wants to see Miss Zhou up close."

"Maybe Zhou Miaotong likes this kind of people?"

"It's possible in other places, but it's a pity that this is the Jiaofangsi Hua Kui Competition, no matter how high your martial arts skills are, it's useless."

Zhou Miaotong probably didn't have much hope, just took a casual look.

But just one glance shocked her beyond words.

She almost trembled all over as she read the whole poem.

When she saw the last sentence, she couldn't stand anymore, her body softened and she sat down on the ground, her legs trembling slightly.

If you don't know, you might think she had that.

Even Lin Fei suspected that she was playing with some special toys...

"What's wrong with Miss Zhou?"

"Could this poem be..."

"No way, even if it's well written, it shouldn't be so shocking, right?"

"Is there anyone more talented than Master Yan?"

"There's always someone better than you, the world is so big!"

"Fuck, my curiosity has been aroused, what kind of masterpiece is this?"

"Miss Zhou, read it!"

"Yes, I read it just now, this one won't make a difference, right?"

Zhou Miaotong calmed down and stood up with the help of Shen Lian.

She glanced at everyone in the Jiaofangsi, cleared her throat, and began to read.

"The stars and the wind last night,

The painted building is to the west and the osmanthus hall is to the east.

I don't have the wings of a phoenix,

but we have a telepathic connection."

After reading the first verse, the Jiaofangsi was silent!