Royal Gold Medal County Magistrate

Although those who came were all spectators, here to support Ni Wenchun, they couldn't resist trying to strike up a conversation with beauties like Chu Qinghan and Chu Youyi.

One line of celebratory poetry after another echoed around Fang Zheng's ears.

He picked at his ears, feeling a bit uncomfortable.

Sure enough, he wasn't suited for such occasions. If it were a famous quotes competition, he could at least come up with a couple of lines.

If the poetry gathering didn't have a theme, he could勉强 even show his face.

After five or six people had finished reciting their poems, Chu Qinghan smiled and thanked each of them before turning to Fang Zheng and softly saying, "Young Master Fang, won't you compose a poem?"

Meeting Chu Qinghan's gaze, Fang Zheng hesitated.

He hadn't brought a gift for her birthday, so being asked to write a poem wasn't excessive... but he really couldn't think of any birthday poems...

Chu Qinghan watched Fang Zheng furrow his brow in thought, clearly already pondering. She couldn't help but feel nervous.

The others present didn't know Fang Zheng's poetic talent, but she did.

Whatever he said was bound to be extraordinary, but she wondered what kind of masterpiece he would create...

The surrounding people were also filled with curiosity. What ability did this man in cloth robes possess that would make a beauty like Chu Qinghan value him so highly? Their curious gazes all focused on Fang Zheng.

Seeing so many people watching, Fang Zheng sighed inwardly.

He had no choice but to go for it!

The next second, Fang Zheng recited with a wooden face: "The grass upon the plain, grows and withers each year; The wildfire never ends, the spring breeze blows again."

After the poem was recited, more than a dozen people around him fell silent, repeating it in their minds.

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

"'Grows and withers each year'... it can't be forced to fit!"

"Yes, friend, are you just here to recite poems?"

Fang Zheng remained expressionless, tears welling up in his heart.

Wasn't he just here to recite poems? He should have been more low-key and stayed away from Chu Qinghan.

"It doesn't count! This one doesn't count. Brother, you can't赖 呀 on this. This poetry gathering has a set theme. If everyone just improvises, wouldn't that ruin the rules?"

Faced with the questions, Fang Zheng was trying to figure out how to respond when Zhou Tie flashed forward and stood in front of him.

He turned his head and grinned at him.

Others might not know, but didn't he know what kind of person the master was? A bandit leader, good at scolding and chopping people, but forget about writing poetry.

He had to go up and stir the waters, protect the master's face, so that Zhang Biao wouldn't have anything to do in the future, hahaha!

"Everyone, don't be anxious, I also have a poem!" Zhou Tie shouted loudly.

As expected, this shout instantly attracted everyone's attention.

Zhou Tie continued: "I am not talented, but today I am inspired to write a poem, a wonderful masterpiece. However, it is not for Miss Chu, but for..."

"Master, what's the name of that woman on stage?" Zhou Tie asked in a low voice, turning his head.

"Zhiyin."

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

As soon as Zhou Tie finished speaking, a burst of applause rang out.

The scholars present were all delighted.

Although today was Chu Qinghan's birthday, the on-the-spot confession was clearly more interesting!

Fang Zheng nodded inwardly.

Zhou Tie was still a capable person. Although he was a武夫, his mind worked quickly, and he didn't expect that he could write poetry!

He was able to get him out of this predicament. It was a wise choice not to bring Zhang Biao today.

Chen Zhiyin on the stage picked up her zither, her cheeks slightly red, looking a little surprised.

She was originally invited as a singer, just a supporting role, and didn't expect someone to confess to her in public.

This person was also tall and upright, but she didn't know how talented he was.

"Zhiyin thanks you, sir. Please compose your poem."

"Okay, then I'll recite it!" Zhou Tie spread his arms, using all his knowledge from the brothel, shaking his head and reciting:

"The girl is born pretty, her two boobs are perky, I want to touch them, my heart is pounding!"

Fang Zheng: "......"

After the poem was recited, everyone was shocked, and there was silence.

Chu Qinghan had completely fallen into a stupor, while Chu Youyi covered her face and dared not look at Zhou Tie again.

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

Originally, public love confession was such a beautiful thing, but the next moment it turned into public harassment!

Even though she was just a low-status singer, she felt greatly humiliated at this moment.

Chen Zhiyin's face was livid. She picked up the pipa with both hands and slammed it to the ground, walking away without looking back.

The pipa fell to the ground, the strings broke, and a humming sound was emitted.

The scholars woke up and glared at Zhou Tie.

Suddenly, someone burst into骂: "This is a lewd poem! How dare this person publicly tease a woman! Throw him out!"

"What kind of臭 流氓混混 is this? Get out!"

"Get out! Get out!" The angry voices began to gather.

Zhou Tie was not afraid at all. He took a step back and whispered to Fang Zheng, "Master, how was it?"

"Good, his poetic talent is no less than mine." Fang Zheng gave a very high evaluation with a sullen face, "You can go to Miss Zhiyin later and apologize to her."

Zhou Tie nodded as the voices of condemnation around him grew louder and louder.

Chu Qinghan supported her forehead, her head aching.

How did a good poetry gathering suddenly turn into this in the blink of an eye?

How could this混人 write such a lewd poem and brazenly say it in public? But he was Fang Zheng's man, and she couldn't chase him away.

"Everyone! Everyone! Today is Qinghan's birthday, please give me some face. Presumably, Young Master Zhou was drunk just now and spoke inappropriately. I hope everyone will forgive him." Chu Qinghan kept trying to ease the atmosphere.

Under the激奋 of the crowd, and since most of these people were invited by Ni Wenchun, no one listened to Chu Qinghan, and they were still scolding relentlessly.

This scene had already been completely captured by Ni Wenchun in the distance.

The corners of his mouth had already裂 to the back of his ears.

The two people Chu Qinghan brought in were both good-for-nothings. It seemed that he was too suspicious.

Now the opportunity to perform had come!

Just as Chu Qinghan was in a dilemma, Ni Wenchun stepped out from the crowd and said loudly: "Everyone, today is Miss Chu Qinghan's birthday. Since the host doesn't care, please don't make trouble!"

As soon as he spoke, the situation quickly calmed down, but they were still scrutinizing Zhou Tie with stern eyes.

Ni Wenchun felt倍加面子, walked to Chu Qinghan, and smiled: "Miss Chu, it's okay now, do you want to rest for a while?"

Chu Qinghan勉强笑道: "Thank you, Young Master Ni, but I'm fine. Everyone, please continue."

Then she turned to look at Fang Zheng and asked: "Young Master Fang, why don't you and your friend go find a place to rest first? Youyi, help Young Master Fang find a雅座."

Chu Youyi nodded slightly and gently tugged Fang Zheng's sleeve.

This unintentional action was instantly caught by Ni Wenchun!

An unnamed fire腾地燃起来了, you dare to touch my woman?

He眯起眼 looked at Fang Zhengdao: "This Young Master Fang, I just heard that your poem was文采斐然, but it was文不对题, can you write another one?"

Fang Zheng had already started to move, but his steps suddenly stopped when he heard him speak.

He was already a little unhappy today, and there was still a王八蛋愣往枪口上撞.

He turned around and said mockingly: "What if I don't write it?"