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Chapter 221 Amazing Four Seats ([-])

Chapter 219 amazes everyone, here comes another one! (one)

Zhao Ximeng looked at Lin Xiaoyao with a smile, water rippled in her eyes, and a faint smile was always on the corner of her mouth. She stared at Lin Xiaoyao with her beautiful eyes. That gentle expression seemed to melt into water. Piao Xiang, who was right next to her, was very surprised. Has her own princess ever shown such an expression?

"Yes, my family's Lin Lang is gold, and of course it will emit infinite brilliance among these copper and iron." Zhao Ximeng nodded, covered his mouth with his hands, and smiled softly.

Hearing Zhao Ximeng's gentle voice, Lin Xiaoyao felt as if his bones were going to go numb. He would not feel that feeling unless he was there.

"At that moment, I will show you how powerful your husband is." Lin Xiaoyao picked up a glass of wine, took a sip, and then said brazenly.

"Really? Then I'm looking forward to Lin Lang showing his might." Zhao Ximeng is also looking forward to it. After all, in this era, talents who can write famous poems are just like the stars of later generations. What girl doesn't want her husband to be popular with everyone? Eye-catching, able to make articles that move the world.

"You just have to be optimistic, professional face slapping, start right away!" Lin Xiaoyao chuckled, a pair of dark and smart eyes swirled slightly in his eye sockets, he habitually touched his chin, and his face looked thoughtful.

Lin Xiaoyaohui really has quite a lot of poems, but in such a short period of time, it is very difficult to find poems that are suitable for the situation and are very suitable. Fortunately, there is no limit on the theme of poems today, otherwise there may be some troubles. .

However, even so, Lin Xiaoyao is still a little worried, not because he can't think of suitable poems, but because there are too many poems, such as chanting snow and chanting plums, whether they are silent or famous, they are all There were so many, that for a while, he couldn't figure out which song was the most suitable to slap his face.

Seeing Lin Xiaoyao's sad face, Hou Wenhua and Duan Yefeng sneered. They didn't know which poem Lin Xiaoyao should use, but they thought that Lin Xiaoyao really deserved his reputation and couldn't compose poems at all. That's why I'm worried.

"Look, I knew he was Lang's name, and he boasted that he was going to write a few articles. He thought he had the level of Mr. Hou?"

Duan Yefeng saw Hou Wenhua winking at him, nodded slightly, and then said disdainfully to everyone. At the same time, he looked at Hou Wenhua, saluted and said: "Mr. Hou, I don't think we should wait for that shameless person. It's up to you to do something." Come and let us all look up and pay our respects!"

Duan Yefeng is the chief of the Academy of Arts, and Hou Wenhua is a teacher of the Academy of Arts. Naturally, there are many supporters in the Academy of Arts. After coaxing him, many people naturally cater to him. For a while, there are all kinds of voices belittling Lin Xiaoyao , and the voices asking Hou Wenhua to write poems sounded one after another.

"Master Lin, everyone looks down on you..."

Yu Zhilan walked slowly to Lin Xiaoyao's side, looked at the people in the academy centered on Hou Wenhua, and said with a half-smile.

Unexpectedly, Lin Xiaoyao shook his head, and said very calmly: "When you step on the face, you have to give him hope, and when you are about to succeed, you will be happy..."

"What?" Yu Zhilan said in astonishment.

"Hey, Miss Zhilan, you and I are on the same road, don't tell lies between smart people, I don't believe you don't understand what I mean!" Lin Xiaoyao said lightly.

When Yu Zhilan heard the words, she didn't show any dissatisfaction. She still had that kind of soft smile, her red lips parted slightly, and she smiled lightly: "If that's the case, then I'll just wait and see the good show."

Lin Xiaoyao nodded, and didn't say anything else, just sat back on the chair, crossed his legs, half-closed his eyes, holding a delicacy in one hand, and a wine glass in the other, as if he was at home, and continued to pour himself without restraint. drink up.

He was waiting, waiting for Hou Wenhua or Duan Yefeng to write a poem. If they didn't come up with something first, how could he successfully step on his face? After all, no matter how good things are, they all need a reference to compare with. Yes, and Hou Wenhua and Duan Yefeng are undoubtedly the dung that set off the red flowers.

About a quarter of an hour later, even Lin Xiaoyao couldn't sit still anymore, Hou Wenhua pushed back and forth, and when the modest ones were so hypocritical, he just politely said to everyone under Duan Yefeng's poem: "Since everyone is right I love you so much, so I don’t hide my clumsiness anymore, how about the poems, I still need you to appreciate and correct me.”

"Mr. Hou's knowledge and morality in the workshop are very admirable. We believe that the poems written by Mr. Hou must be tonight's top-notch work, and will definitely be passed down through the ages..."

As expected of a partner who has worked together for many years, when Duan Yefeng said this, his face was not red and his heart was not beating. Tune in, Lin Xiaoyao really thought that Hou Wenhua was so popular.

"That's right...Mr. Hou is fine if he doesn't make a move, but it will be amazing..."

"Well, that person surnamed Lin is no match for Mr. Hou. It is estimated that Mr. Hou will run away with his tail between his legs when he finishes his poem."

"Haha, what brother Li said makes sense..."

"..."

In this world, there will never be a shortage of people who make trouble, and there will never be a shortage of people who join in the fun. Duan Yefeng's words once again set off a crusade against Lin Xiaoyao, which made Lin Xiaoyao a little confused. It's all messed up, or is this school full of brain damage?
When Lin Xiaoyao was recalling whether there was any medicine to treat brain damage in later generations, Hou Wenhua finally made a move.

"Mr. Hou is finally going to write a poem..."

"Shh, keep quiet, don't disturb Mr. Hou..."

In an instant, Shangyue Pavilion, which was originally extremely noisy, became silent in an instant, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that a needle could be heard.This made our Mr. Lin very unbalanced, too unbalanced. When he said me, his voice was as loud as a drum. Why did you all become dumb when this monkey moved?Do you guys bully people like this?

Mr. Lin is very angry, and the consequences will be serious!
Therefore, when Hou Wenhua moved, he also moved. He stood up gracefully, holding a pen in one hand and a wine glass in the other, and directly swayed the pen and ink on the white paper in front of him.

The only people who noticed Lin Xiaoyao's action were Zhao Ximeng's master and servant, who had been by Lin Xiaoyao's side all the time, and Yu Zhilan, who was secretly observing Lin Xiaoyao. As for the others, they all surrounded Hou Wenhua, as if they were watching a monkey. , three floors inside, three floors outside, and three floors after the third floor.

But no one noticed that when Lin Xiaoyao was writing the pen, the man in the corner poured himself a drink, and the man who didn't fit in with the surroundings raised his eyebrows slightly, and his eyes seemed to be unintentional, sweeping over Lin Xiaoyao...

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