Song Mingyue

Chapter 68
The tens of thousands of alpacas galloping past in Zhao Hao's heart hadn't stopped yet, and someone clapped their hands again, making Zhao Hao even more irritable.

At this time, even several senior officials on Jiangnan Road looked this way, and those who knew and those who didn't knew followed suit.The honest Zhao Shiyu was at a loss. Xie Wen and Wang Tong wanted to help Zhao Hao, but they couldn't.

On the contrary, Xie Yu and Wang Jue were discussing in whispers how to help Zhao Hao out of the siege.

At this moment, Zhao Hao saw that old man Zheng An was also looking this way, and under the agitation of his heart, he also looked at old man Zheng An calmly and fearlessly.

Four eyes meet.

Zhao Hao clearly felt the old man's boundless resentment and endless murderous intent, and he felt furious.

At this time, Xie Yu and Wang Jue seemed to have discussed a countermeasure, and was about to stand up and help Zhao Hao out, but Zhao Hao suddenly jumped up and strode towards the center of the hall.

Wang Jue's eyes lit up, and he grabbed Xie Yu: "Brother Xie, don't worry, my brother-in-law-to-be has never suffered, there must be something clever, let's see first."

Zhao Hao walked to the middle of the hall, first bowed to the old man Zheng An, then bowed his hands to everyone around him, then he laughed at Zheng Yu and said, "Brother Zheng's words are wrong, my stupid brother's poetry skills are mediocre, but Dan Qing I have researched quite a bit, today is the joy of the old ancestor's birthday, and I would like to have some blessings from the old ancestor, how about I paint a portrait of the old ancestor first, and then add a congratulatory message?"

Everyone in the hall, watching the excitement and not afraid of big things, applauded one after another.

Seeing Zhao Hao's calm and calm appearance, Zheng Yu's face changed slightly, and he couldn't help thinking of the incident of being slapped in the face at the Peony Flower Festival that day, especially seeing that Xie Yu and Wang Jue were also applauding hard. Get restless.

However, he quickly calmed down.

This time, it is different from the Peony Fighting Poems after all. No matter whether Zhao Hao writes well or not, he has taken advantage of it, so there is nothing to be afraid of.

Unless... Zhao Hao dared to seek death, and wrote poems to scold the ancestors, he would be outraged by the public, and he might not be able to leave this door today, which would be in Zheng Yu's arms.

Zheng Yu raised his head and glanced at Zheng An. Seeing that the ancestor had no special expression, he calmed down a little, and said immediately: "Okay, it's rare that Brother Zhao has the heart...Brother Yu waits for a masterpiece!"

The applause all around grew louder.

In the middle of the hall, there was originally a desk with pen, ink, paper and inkstone, which was convenient for those celebrities to write poems and Fu, and congratulate birthday stars.

At this time, the ink has been polished and the rice paper has been spread out, just waiting for Zhao Hao to start writing.

Zhao Hao walked slowly to the desk, picked up the ink brush, dipped it in the ink, took a deep breath, and started to swipe the pen on the rice paper.

All around, several celebrities have gathered around, even Lu Qing and Zhou Jin approached the desk.That Zhou Jin was none other than the great Jiangning Confucian who almost cheated the Zhao family at the Yi Ya Conference that day.

In just half a stick of incense, Zhao Hao has finished painting. Although he didn't put much ink on it, the portrait of old Zheng An is vivid on the paper.

Not to mention the facial features, face shape and body shape are not bad at all, but the domineering radiating from the whole body, the majesty of the face, and the coldness in the eyes are all lifelike, as if alive.

"Okay, it looks like a saint!"

Lu Qing couldn't help admiring that this well-known Confucian in Jiangning City had a deep affection for Zhao Hao, and even linked Zhao Hao with the painting saint Wu Daozi, which is considered a very high evaluation.

The celebrities around also applauded... Because the painting is indeed good, even Zhou Jin couldn't deny it, and followed suit.

Zheng An's gaze has never left Zhao Hao. In his eyes, Zhao Hao's paintings and poems are not important anymore. What he wants is Zhao Hao's life, but not today.

Hearing everyone's applause, Zheng An just twitched the corner of his mouth reluctantly, his face was uncertain.

But Zheng Yu, Zheng Feng and the others had expressions of disdain... So what if the painting is good, isn't it just to curry favor with the ancestor?
This burst of applause attracted more people to come over, and everyone wanted to see how good Mr. Zhao was in poetry, who was the best in the six arts test when recruiting relatives in the palace.

Zhao Hao turned his head and glanced at Zheng Yu and Zheng Feng brothers, and saw that they looked at him with contempt, and looked at him with eyes like idiots, and a sly smile appeared on the corner of their mouths.

Pick up the pen again and swish it.

A line of seven characters, flying dragons and phoenixes, is magnificent.

Mr. Zhao's handwriting is definitely a masterpiece.

Those celebrities admired the good handwriting and began to read it softly.

The faces of those who took the lead in reciting have changed drastically, and they dare not continue reciting.

"This... old man... is not... a person..."

After all, a brave person read it out - anyway, he didn't write the poem, he was just responsible for reading it out word by word.

The audience was in an uproar.

The next moment, there was a loud scolding.

Zhao Shiyu suddenly couldn't sit still, he jumped up, pointed at Zhao Hao and said in surprise: "Hao'er, how can you be so rude..."

Even Xie Wen and Wang Tong's expressions changed, and Xie Yu and Wang Jue's faces were full of bewilderment.

The servant of Zheng's mansion was about to make a move, and wanted to go forward to grab someone, but Zhao Dian had already put his hand into the hidden weapon bag in his bosom.

As for the old birthday star Zheng An, his face was livid, his eyes were fierce, his hands trembled slightly, and he wanted to order someone to be arrested.

However, Zhao Hao looked calm, and without waiting for the people from the Zheng residence to make trouble, he quickly swiped his brush and wrote another line on the rice paper like flying dragons and phoenixes.

"Nine heavenly gods descend to the mortal world!"

This time, several people read it in unison, extremely loudly.

The originally noisy hall became quiet in an instant, so quiet that even a needle could be heard falling to the ground, the atmosphere seemed extremely strange.

Old man Zheng An's hand that had been raised was trembling and lowered again.

The house slaves around who were eager to try also retreated resentfully.

"It turns out that the ancestor is a fairy who descended to the mortal world. My cousin suppressed it first and then raised it. It is really ingenious and unique. It is a good poem, a good poem!" Xie Yu stood up first, breaking the silence around him.

"Haha, brother Zhao really can recite good poems!" Wang Jue laughed out loud.

At the critical moment, having two good brothers to help out is better than anything else!
good~
The people around, as if waking up from a dream, applauded one after another.

This is to praise the ancestors, Nine Heavens Immortals, those are immortals, of course they are not... people, there is nothing wrong with these words!

Finally, the discussions in the hall gradually stopped, and everyone's eyes were once again focused on Zhao Hao.

Brush brush!
Zhu Hao danced on the rice paper again, and another line of magnificent handwriting appeared on the paper.

"All descendants are... thieves!"

Those who do good things have the experience of the first sentence, the voice is loud and clear, the words are clear, and there is no pressure.

Especially the word "thief" was pronounced very loudly, for fear that everyone would not hear it.

The audience fell silent again.

Routine, this is obviously a routine!
With the lessons learned from the past, there is no fool present, so naturally they will not be shocked again like a dude, but quietly wait for the next sentence, otherwise it would be embarrassing to spray the wrong one.

The members of the Zheng family naturally understand this truth.

Zheng Qing's father and son, Zheng Hong's father and son, and the ancestor Zheng An's faces were all flushed with suffocation, and they were full of anger, but it was difficult to vent.

Everyone in the audience could see that the next sentence must be a turn of events, turning magic into decay... From derogation to praise, if his Zheng family makes troubles like this, it will appear that the entire Zheng family is full of idiots.

Everyone stared at Zhao Hao intently, waiting for his next poem to come out.

Some people are even whispering, discussing how to make the next sentence perfect, showing the effect of turning around.

"Heavenly soldiers and generals come into the world...it doesn't seem to make sense."

"Tiangong XingXiu... this seems to be difficult to accept..."

However, at this moment, Zhao Hao stopped writing, frowning tightly, looking like he was thinking hard... He had to play for the whole audience, and he had to pretend to be strong.

For a moment, Zheng Yu and the others were so angry that their teeth itch, wishing they could go up and tear him apart.

You fucking keep writing... If you write something wrong, you will be skinned and cramped... If you write well, it's fine, let's get it done sooner.

Now it can't go up or down, it stays in the air for a long time, it seems like a stick in the throat, it makes Zheng's family break out in a sweat.

Seeing being scolded by this guy, but unable to fight back, this sour feeling made the Zheng family want to kill people.If eyes could kill, Zhao Hao would have been torn to pieces by now, his bones turned into ashes!
hmm~
Finally, Zheng An couldn't help but let out a cold snort.

The heat is almost enough.

Finally, Zhao Hao picked up the pen again and wrote the last line.

"Steal a flat peach to present to the birthday star!"

As soon as the last sentence came out, everyone felt relieved.

The audience burst into applause.

It's not that Zhao Hao's writing is so good, but that everyone thought about it for a long time, but they didn't think of a sentence better than this.

Everyone knows the routine, but it's not as deep as this one...

Zheng Qing, Zheng Hong, Zheng Feng, Zheng Yu and the others all had weeping expressions on their faces. They were obviously being tricked, but they couldn't do anything about it.

To be able to steal flat peaches, that is a person with great supernatural powers, definitely not something in the pool, if you praise you so much, do you still want to beat him up?
Only old man Zheng An's eyes became more and more murderous.

Ignorant child, dead bones in the grave, I will let you dance for a few days, and I guarantee that you will not live for three days!
However, no one can do anything to Zhao Hao at this moment.

What made Zheng's family vomit blood even more was that under the cajoling of Xie Yu, Wang Jue and others, someone had already hung up the poem and painting for everyone to enjoy.

This is called publicity, naked publicity!

The words in the first and third lines of the poem are obviously larger and thicker than the two lines of the second and fourth lines... Well, it's like a 50-point bold font, which is the same as a 48-point normal font , although the difference is small, it is very obvious.

"This old man is not human."

"All descendants are thieves."

Those fourteen big characters looked so dazzling, mocking the Zheng family father and son mercilessly.

For Zhao Hao, this enmity has long been mortal, and it doesn't matter how deep it is.

It's just that Zheng Yu is the one who regrets the most. Originally, he wanted to properly make Zhao Hao look ugly, but he was slapped severely again, and he also took all the Zheng family with him, including the sacred man in his heart. The inviolable ancestor.

Moreover, he asked for all this.

PS: I'm going to Sanjiang in the afternoon, I'm a little excited...

(End of this chapter)