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Chapter 223 Amazing Four Seats ([-])

Chapter 221 Surprised everyone, here is another song ([-])
Lin Xiaoyao, who has been a man for two lives, has seen the big world and experienced the test of life and death. How could such a small scene affect him? The smirk on his mouth became stronger and the smile in his eyes became more intense. Obviously, as if something interesting was going to happen.

"You are a guest from afar, I am a guest, and you are the hosts. Naturally, the host needs to show his own masterpiece first, so that I can present my masterpiece!"

Lin Xiaoyao really deserves to be a lay disciple of the thick black school. In terms of thick skin, I am afraid that no one can match him.You call other people's works clumsy, and your own works become masterpieces. Is there such a thing that unabashedly belittles others and improves oneself?Not only Duan Yefeng was speechless, even Zhao Ximeng and others blushed a little to be with Lin Xiaoyao, how could this person be so thick-skinned.

"Okay..." Duan Yefeng gritted his teeth and said bitterly: "We went through a lot of appreciation and negotiation, and finally everyone agreed that Mr. Hou's "Looking at the Snow" is the best work tonight. If your poem can surpass Mr. Hou's " Watching the Snow", then we admit that the words in the legend are true, and you really have an incomparable talent!"

Lin Xiaoyao smiled lightly, glanced at Duan Yefeng and Hou Wenhua lightly, and said lightly: "The world slanders me, bullies me, insults me, laughs at me, despises me, despises me, hates me, and lies to me. How should I deal with it?"

"What?" Everyone was shocked when they heard this.

"Just bear with him, let him, let him, avoid him, bear with him, respect him, ignore him, stay for a few more years, just watch him!" Just as everyone was thinking, Lin Xiaoyao continued.

"Okay, it makes sense! Wait for a few more years, just look at him..." After careful consideration, everyone found that Lin Xiaoyao's words really made sense. Isn't Confucianism and the way of Confucius and Mencius exactly the same?It seems that Lin Xiaoyao is still a very connotative person.

But who knew, Lin Xiaoyao's next sentence nearly choked them to death. Lin Xiaoyao stepped on the stool with one foot, spat viciously, and said, "Fart! You stepped on my face. Do I still tolerate him and let him? Is there nothing wrong with my brain? I don’t like a cowardly life! Stepping on him, kicking him, beating him, and making him uncomfortable is the truth! Let's see again? You are still a cowardly you, maybe people are already superior, and you still want to take revenge, just dream! Pooh!"

Didn't Hou Wenhua know that Lin Xiaoyao was referring to Sang and scolding Huai, but because of face, he couldn't say whatever he wanted like Lin Xiaoyao, he could only swallow this bad breath fiercely, and settle the account later.

"Hehe, Mr. Lin, the matter has come to an end, and it is useless to talk too much. When will you let us all take a look at your masterpiece!" Hou Wenhua's eyes flashed a sinister look, and he smiled. Said.

"Don't worry, don't worry, I'll appreciate Brother Houzi's masterpiece first to be serious, I can't run away, and when I should let you see it, I will always let you see it."

Lin Xiaoyao waved his hand and said with a smile.

"Who do you call Brother Monkey?" Hou Wenhua was furious.

"Of course whoever responds is the one to say!"

"You... shameless."

"I have teeth. Look, they are so white!" Lin Xiaoyao bared his teeth and said innocently: "Brother Monkey, you can't even see my big white teeth. Is there something wrong with your eyes?" I've said it before, you can't let people with disabilities get angry casually. I was wrong. This time I was really wrong. You are like the bright star in the sky, shining on us. But tonight is very unlucky. There are dark clouds in the sky. It's rolling, covered with snow, and the faint light of the stars can't reach it..."

"You..." Hou Wenhua covered his chest with one hand, and pointed at Lin Xiaoyao with the other. He was trembling all over, with cold sweat on his face. It was so shameless, really shameless!How could there be such a shameless person in the world? Hou Wenhua really had the urge to vomit blood and die.

"Brother Monkey, don't get excited! Excitement is the devil, let's get down to business. Appreciating poetry is such a serious thing. You always lead me to other aspects. It's really unreasonable. How can such a person be educated?" Where are the students!"

Lin Xiaoyao took Hou Wenhua's poem with one hand, and sighed helplessly.

"You... poof..."

"Mr. Hou..."

"gentlemen……"

Lin Xiaoyao had never really moved his hands, but with just one mouth, Hou Wenhua vomited blood and fell to the ground. He often couldn't lie down. At the beginning, he was high-spirited and arrogant.

"Lin Xiaoyao, if something happens to Mr. Hou, I will definitely not spare you!" Duan Yefeng roared angrily at Lin Xiaoyao with a fierce look in his eyes.

"Oh, what's the matter, Brother Monkey? Just tell me when you are sick. Why bear it? Look, you don't tell us when you are sick. Such patience, this kind of perseverance, is really what I am waiting to learn. What a role model, why are you still standing there, help Brother Monkey to rest!"

Lin Xiaoyao glanced at Duan Yefeng disdainfully. As the saying goes, if you can bite people enough, this paragraph of Ye Feng is really good enough. If you want revenge, you can come secretly. Why do you have to shout out in front of so many people? If something really happens to me, you are the first person the Lin family will not let go of!
When everyone heard this, they hurriedly helped Hou Wenhua up and let him rest on the chair, while others, some went to call the doctor, some wiped his sweat, and some fed him tea. It was like serving his father. Waiting on the same.

"The literati's roots, is that the case?"

Seeing this, Lin Xiaoyao shook his head and sighed.

At this time, he really had the opportunity to appreciate what kind of poems Hou Wenhua had written, and he saw neat and handsome handwriting jumping out on the white paper.

Mist and snow fly in deep winter,
The yellowing leaves of the sycamore tree are falling.

What is the meaning of life and death?
Life is like Xuewu's self-purification!

A piece of "Looking at the Snow" was neatly written on the white paper. Although Lin Xiaoyao didn't know much about literature, he could feel the injustice in "Looking at the Snow". Teaching, in addition to its own background, also has certain real talents and practical learning.

"What's the meaning of joys and sorrows in life and death? Life is like Xuewu's self-purification!"

Lin Xiaoyao recited softly, people who can write such poems are either purely for attracting attention, or they really have a pure and innocent heart. Lin Xiaoyao looked at Hou Wenhua who was vomiting blood from his anger, and was a little bit embarrassed. I'm confused, is this right or wrong?Could it be that just because Hou Wenhua's father supported the eldest prince, would he fight Hou Wenhua to the death?

After all, no one said that Hou Wenhua supported the First Prince just like his father...

(End of this chapter)