The Prodigal Son of the Empire

Luo Jiao is also straightforward, and said directly: "I heard that you wrote ten beauty poems on the day of the Yangzhou Oiran election, isn't that true!"

"So what?"

"So what if the better one is?"

Luo Jiao sneered, "Did you really do that?"

"I said it was me, do you believe me?" Wang Kang directly pushed back.

"Of course I don't believe it,"

Luo Jiao said: "The ten beauty poems that day are all excellent words and sentences, and they have never been heard before, and they are all new creations."

"Famous and beautiful flowers are in love with each other, and they look like a king with a smile."

"A sprig of red and dew condensed fragrance, Wushan heartbroken in vain..."

Luo Jiao recited, her beautiful eyes were full of longing and intoxication, she murmured, "To be able to compose such a poem, he must be a suave, handsome and unrestrained son."

"If I can meet him once, study ink for him, and ask him face to face..."

Luo Jiao said that she was imagining endlessly, and she looked like a nympho, and Wang Kang felt a chill when she saw it. He somewhat understood why Luo Jiao had such an attitude towards him...

Seeing Wang Kang dumbfounded, Luo Jiao gave a dry cough and said coldly, "Tell me honestly, who is the one who wrote this poem?"

"It's me." Wang Kang said helplessly.

"You..." Luo Jiao was suddenly angry, "You stole other people's poems to use as your literary name, that's all, but you still haven't admitted it yet."

"What a thick skin!"

"I said Miss Luo,"

Wang Kang is also really helpless, this woman is simply sick.

"Is that what I did? Does it have something to do with you? What does it have to do with Yu Yan?"

Being confronted by Wang Kang, Luo Jiao took a deep breath, "I did this to let Yuyan know who you are. You said that you wrote those poems. Well, then, do you dare to compete with me?"

"This is true or false, just try it!"

Hearing Luo Jiao's words, Wang Kang was slightly taken aback, and then looked towards the room in front, maybe Lin Yuyan was watching inside right now.

This must be the result of their discussion, and it may also be agreed by Lin Yuyan.

Maybe she was tired of it and agreed to do so.

Lin Yuyan understands herself and believes in herself even more, whatever, if that's the case, then I'll keep your mouths shut!

See what else you have to say!

Wang Kang was not afraid at all, and he responded directly after thinking about it, "What do you want to compete with, come here directly!"

Seeing that Wang Kang agreed without hesitation, Luo Jiao was slightly taken aback, and then smiled with the women around her, this Wang Kang really couldn't stand the challenge.

He agreed so simply.

And without even asking the question, isn't this what Lengtouqing is?

If Wang Kang refuses to agree, they have no other choice but to be angry.

Thinking of this, Luo Jiao was even more disdainful, and said directly: "Then we will compare poetry, Master Kang wrote ten poems in a row to shock Yangzhou on the day of the oiran, of course it is no problem!"

Although she said so, anyone could understand the contradiction in her words.

"You want to compare poetry with me?" Wang Kang said in surprise after hearing this.

"What? Could it be that Young Master Kang doesn't like it?" Luo Jiao raised her eyebrows and asked.

A woman next to her said: "Although Sister Jiao is a girl, she is proficient in all poems and articles. It is difficult for ordinary people to match. You should worry about yourself."

"Come on," Wang Kang spread his hands.

Seeing Wang Kang being so casual, Luo Jiao let out a cold snort in her heart, let's see how long you can hold on, the prototype will appear later.

Can a prodigal son write poetry?How can it be!

If you don’t know it, it’s fine, and you still steal others, this is no longer a question of talent, it’s a question of character.

We must expose his true nature, and we must never let Yuyan follow such a person.

Luo Jiao thought, and waved her hand,

Immediately, a servant brought over two desks with complete pen, ink, paper and inkstone. It was obvious that they had been prepared for a long time.

It seems that from the time when Lin Yuyan was invited to come, there was a plan.

Wang Kang was speechless for a while.

With everything settled, Luo Jiao came to a desk and said, "Then I'll write the questions first!"

"Casual!"

"Married as a husband and wife, there is no doubt about love and affection, joyous entertainment in the evening, tactful and good time..."

"Good poetry, good words!"

When Luo Jiao's pen fell, a woman beside her said directly: "Simple meaning, not much ink, but it shows the love, harmony and joy of the newlyweds."

"Yan Wan is the finishing touch. Yan Wan seeks it, and her gentle appearance is used to describe the two people's love life is very harmonious and intimate..."

Another woman also commented.

"How is it? It's your turn!" Luo Jiao said proudly.

After hearing this, Wang Kang was also somewhat surprised, these women are indeed of some level.

Handwriting and calligraphy, although not superior, are still masterpieces. It is really rare for a woman to achieve such a level.

And it seems that they are all people who love and write poetry, their works are exquisite, and their comments are moderate. It must be because of the same hobby that they can become friends with Yu Yan.

But to use this to test him, it's a little childish.

Luo Jiao's poem is obviously a couple's poem, and if he wants to write it, he naturally has to use this as the title.

Seeing Wang Kang hesitated a little, Luo Jiao said coldly: "If you can't do it, then you don't have to force yourself, admit it..."

But Wang Kang ignored him, walked in front of the desk, and wrote with a pen!