Royal Gold Magistrate

Although all the people around were spectators to cheer Ni Wenchun on, but when they met beauties like Chu Qinghan and Chu Youyi, they would inevitably come over and strike up a conversation.

In this birthday poem, one sentence from the left and one sentence from the right rang in Fangzheng's ears.

He rubbed his ears, feeling a little uncomfortable.

Sure enough, it is still not suitable for such an occasion. If the celebrity famous saying contest is up and down, it will be a whole two sentences.

If the poetry meeting doesn't choose a topic, I can barely show my face.

After the five or six people around chanted, Chu Qinghan thanked each with a smile on his face, then looked at Fang Zheng and said softly: "Mr. Fang, don't you want to write a poem?"

Facing Chu Qinghan's gaze, Fang Zhengyi hesitated.

I didn’t bring a gift for my birthday, so it’s not too much to ask for a poem now... But I really can’t remember the birthday poem...

Chu Qinghan looked at Fangzheng's brows and pondered, obviously already thinking about it, and couldn't help but get nervous.

Fang Zhengyi's poem was present and other people didn't understand it, so she didn't know it?

The export must be extraordinary, I don't know what kind of masterpiece he will make...

The people around were also curious about what kind of ability this man in commoner clothes could make such a beautiful woman like Chu Qinghan so attractive, and their curious eyes also focused on Fang Zhengyi.

Seeing so many people watching, Fangzheng sighed inwardly.

I can only go hard!

In the next second, Fangzheng said with a straight face: "The grass on Liliyuan grows every year and withers. The wildfires are endless, and the spring breeze blows and regenerates."

After the poem was finished, more than a dozen people around fell silent, and they repeated it in their hearts.

After a while, someone raised his head and said, "That's good, but what does it have to do with today's topic?"

"One year old and one dry... It won't work if you post it hard!"

"That's right, brother, are you here to recite poems?"

Fangzheng was expressionless, wanting to cry but no tears in his heart.

Am I not here to recite poems?I knew earlier that I should keep a low profile and stay away from Chu Qinghan.

"It doesn't count! This one doesn't count. Brother, you can't rely on it. This poem has limited questions. If you play it freely, wouldn't it break the rules?"

Faced with doubts, Fang Zhengyi was thinking about how to speak, when Zhou Tie stood in front of him.

Turning to grin at him.

Others don't know, doesn't he know what the master is?There is a bandit leader, it’s okay to swear and stab people, but let’s forget about poetry.

I have to go up and muddy the water to save the master's face, and what will happen to Zhang Biao in the future, haha!

"Don't worry, I have a poem too!" Zhou Tie shouted loudly.

Such a shout, sure enough, instantly attracted everyone's attention.

Zhou Tie said again: "I'm not very talented, but poetry is very popular today, and there is a wonderful work. But it's not for Ms. Chu, but for..."

"Master, what's the name of that girl on stage?" Zhou Tie turned around and asked in a low voice.

"Zhi Yin."

"This poem is for Miss Zhiyin. I fell in love with Miss Zhiyin at first sight, so I wrote a poem and dedicated it to her."

As soon as Zhou Tie finished speaking, there was a burst of applause.

The readers present were all happy.

Although today is Chu Qinghan's birthday, the scene of confessing his confession on the spot is obviously more interesting!

Fangzheng nodded secretly.

Zhou Tie is still a capable person. Although he is a martial artist, he has a quick brain, and he didn't expect to be able to compose poems!

It was a wise choice not to bring Zhang Biao today if he could help himself out of the siege.

On the stage, Chen Zhiyin stood up holding the piano, her cheeks were slightly flushed, showing a little surprise.

She was originally invited as a singer, just to play a supporting role, but she didn't expect someone to confess her love to him in public.

This person can be considered tall and upright, but he doesn't know how talented he is.

"Zhi Yin thanked you, Young Master, please do it, Young Master."

"Okay, then I read it!" Zhou Tie stretched his arms, took out what he had learned all his life in the brothel, shook his head and said:

"Niu'er was born pretty, with two upturned pussies. If you want to go up and touch her, your heart will jump a little!"

Fang Zhengyi: "..."

After reading a poem, the audience was startled and there was no sound.

Chu Qinghan was completely stunned, while Chu Youyi covered her face and turned her back to Zhou Tie, not daring to look at him anymore.

Chen Zhiyin on the stage was even more struck by lightning.

It was a wonderful thing to court in public, but in the next moment it turned into a blatant hooligan!

Even though she was just a humble singing girl, she still felt greatly humiliated at this moment.

With a livid face, Chen Zhiyin picked up the pipa with both hands, slammed it on the ground, and left without looking back.

The pipa fell to the ground, the strings broke, and it hummed for a lifetime.

The scholars woke up and glared at Zhou Tie one after another.

Suddenly someone yelled: "This is an obscene poem! How dare this man flirt with women in public! Throw him out!"

"Where did the stinky hooligans sneak in? Get out!"

"Get out! Get out!" Angry voices began to gather.

Zhou Tie was not afraid at all, he took a step back and asked Fang Zhengyi in a low voice: "How is the master?"

"Okay, poetry is not inferior to me." Fang Zheng gave a very high evaluation with a sullen face, "You can go to Miss Zhiyin to apologize in a while."

When Zhou Tie nodded, the voices of condemnation around him were getting louder and louder.

Chu Qinghan held his forehead and felt a headache.

How could a good poem become like this in the blink of an eye?

How did this bastard come up with such an obscene poem and say it in public without shame, but he is Fang Zhengyi, so he can't be kicked out.

"Everyone! Everyone! Today is Qinghan's birthday. Please do me a favor. Mr. Zhou must have drunk too much just now, so I hope you will forgive me." Chu Qinghan couldn't help relieving the atmosphere.

Under the excitement of the crowd, and most of these people were invited by Ni Wenchun, no one was going to listen to what Chu Qinghan said, and they were still swearing relentlessly.

This scene has long been seen by Ni Wenchun who is not far away.

The corners of his mouth reached behind his ears.

These two people that Chu Qinghan brought in are idiots, it seems that he is supercilious.

Now's your chance to show off!

When Chu Qinghan was in a dilemma, Ni Wenchun came out of the crowd and said loudly: "Everyone, today is Ms. Chu Qinghan's birthday. The master doesn't care, so please stop making trouble!"

As soon as he spoke, the situation calmed down quickly, and he just looked at Zhou Tie with stern eyes.

Ni Wenchun felt more honored, walked up to Chu Qinghan, smiled and said: "Miss Chu, I'm fine now, do you want to rest for a while?"

Chu Qinghan forced a smile and said: "Thank you, Mr. Ni, but I'm fine, let's continue."

Then he turned his head to look at Fang Zhengyi and asked, "Mr. Fang, why don't you and your friend find a place to rest first. Youyi, help Mr. Fang find an elegant seat."

Chu Youyi nodded slightly, and gently tugged on Fang Zhengyi's cuff.

This inadvertent movement was instantly caught by Ni Wenchun's eyes!

An unknown fire ignited, do you dare to touch Lao Tzu's woman?

He squinted his eyes and looked at Fangzheng: "Young Master Fang, I just heard that your poem is brilliant, but it's not on the topic, can you write another one?"

Fang Zhengyi had already made some movements, but suddenly his footsteps froze when he heard him speak.

It's already starting to feel a little uncomfortable today, and the bastard is slamming into the muzzle of the gun in a daze.

He turned around and mocked, "What if I don't want to do it?"

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(Sorry, sorry, brother reader, I'm late, traffic jam, traffic jam...)