"I don't know what that lady looks like. If she is beautiful, I can go up and try it. If it is ugly, it will be bad..." Tao Shang thought to himself, but he didn't go to join in the fun.

After a while, almost all the scholars and scholars who could go on stage had their pens and ink on stage, but none of the lady in the attic looked at her.

At this time, a middle-aged man walked onto the stage and apologized: "It is a great honor to be able to be appreciated by all the young masters today. All the poems and essays are exquisite, but they are not in line with the girl's wishes. Let's come here for today's arena and continue tomorrow."

As soon as these words were spoken, the audience was immediately in an uproar.

"What a joke? My poems are amazing. You dare to look down on me. Are you humiliating me?"

"I am the number one talented man in Jijin. Why do you look down on my poetry?"

"What is the best talent in Jijin? I am the best talent in Qinghe County. Even the prefect praised me personally. How dare you ignore it?"

"No, you must give us an explanation today. You must choose one of them, otherwise we will not leave."

"Yes, we won't leave, we must give us an explanation!"

Under the platform, the scholars who were just gentle and kind were suddenly angry, and they all blushed and screamed.

The noise was heard, and the elegant atmosphere of attracting relatives was suddenly ruined and messed up.

The middle-aged man became anxious, with sweat rolling on his forehead and a smile on his face. After half a year of persuasion, the scholars who felt humiliated just refused to listen and insisted on giving an explanation.

At this time, the lady in the attic had a hint of anger flashed in her eyes, and suddenly stood up, holding the stack of poems in her hand, walked out of the attic and stood in front of the railing.

The moment the slender figure with a light golden color appeared in front of everyone, the noisy sound of the scholars in the courtyard suddenly stopped, and the excited eyes were involuntarily looking up at her.

They thought that under their persecution, the rich lady decided to choose one of them and be her husband.

They even began to fantasize about the pictures of their brilliant literary talent and beautiful love.

"I have read all the poems you wrote. Do you want to know why I don't like you?" She said in a cold tone and raised the stack of paper in her hand.

The scholars were filled with excitement and were disappointed again, looking at her in confusion and dissatisfaction, wondering what she wanted to say next.

At this time, the lady who covered her face said coldly in a arrogant and disdainful tone: "The reason why I look down on you is because what you write is not worthy of being called poetry and essays, and it is all rubbish."

The word "garbage" is like a ruthless steel needle, ruthlessly piercing the faces of the scholars, without any reservation, and without any face for them.

The Tao merchant had seen enough fun and felt it was not interesting. When he was about to leave, he was attracted by the unexpected outbreak of the woman covering her face and stopped again.

"I'm really an arrogant woman. She speaks so meanly that she doesn't leave any room for others. It's interesting..." Tao Shang thought to himself and decided to stay for Jiji to see the rest.

As soon as the rich lady said mercilessly, there was a silence like death below, and then it was like a hornet's nest was stabbed, and it exploded with a bang.

"How dare you say that our articles are trash, what are you?"

"A woman is talking nonsense. What kind of literary talent do you know? What qualifications do you have to humiliate us like this!"

"Apologize, apologize to us immediately, otherwise we will never end up with you."

"The county magistrate is my uncle. If you dare to humiliate me like this, I will sue my uncle and let you go with it if you can't afford it!"

Scholars have a bit of pride. The so-called literati are inferior to each other. They usually think that they are unparalleled in their literary talent and are all self-reliant. Now a woman says that the poems he has written are garbage. With such a great humiliation, their fragile self-esteem is deeply stimulated. How can they bear it?

The entire courtyard suddenly fell into anger. The scholars didn't care about their image and literary talent, and started to curse with their spits. Many people even rolled up their sleeves and planned to rush to the attic to teach the rich lady a lesson.

There were signs of losing control in the entire Biwen recruitment scene.

At this time, the pottery merchant who had originally planned to be out of the matter finally couldn't stand it.

He understood the mentality of these poor scholars best. He thought that after reading some sage books, he was all talented writers. He was immersed in self-indulgence all day long, and no one looked down on him. He felt that he should be the pillars of the world. If the court did not value them, it would be a grievance for them.

In fact, the pottery merchant just scanned all the so-called poems and essays they wrote on the stage. Although the face-covering lady was evaluated as "garbage", it was a little bit over, but it was not much different.

But now the scholars are so easily stimulated, they easily lose their literary demeanor, and they make a big fuss with shrews, which is completely out of place, and they even shout to attack the lady. The pottery merchant is dissatisfied with such ugly behavior.

So he took a deep breath and suddenly shouted: "Shut up!"

He was already about to attack the half-step Martial Saint, and his internal organs were quite powerful. He shouted with a full breath, and suddenly there was a sudden thunder in the yard, covering all the sounds, which shocked the scholars' eardrums and their brains buzzed. He immediately closed his mouth and subconsciously covered his ears.

Then, they turned their heads one after another, and their surprised and unhappy eyes gathered at the pottery merchant in unison.

In the attic, the lady with her face covered her bright eyes flashed with strange colors, and her eyes looked at him.

The pottery merchant had long been used to the attention of everyone. What was this? He was still calm and said coldly: "A bunch of big men, a few words of sarcasm were revealed. I saw that your sage books were all read into the dog's belly. The lady said that what you wrote was garbage and took good care of your face. In my opinion, what you wrote was simply shit!"

Shit!

The foreigner who came out of nowhere dared to openly insult them on their territory was shit?

In an instant, the yard exploded again.

"Where are you from the country villager who dares to humiliate us like this!"

"What are you? You are rude and squirting with dung. You are worthy of evaluating our poems!"

"You said we are writing shit. If you have the ability, you can write one yourself. I see what you write, I'm afraid it's worse than shit!"

...

These stimulated scholars immediately pointed their finger at the pottery merchant. Everyone worked together and attacked the pottery merchant in unison, forcing the pottery merchant to write some poems and essays, so that they could see how much he was.

"Your Majesty, these poor scholars are so ungrateful. Should I teach them a lesson?" Wu Song approached the pottery merchant and asked, his fists clenched tightly.

Yuchi Gong was not patient and shouted, "How can I teach enough lessons? I'd just kill them and beat them out!"

The Tao Shang said lightly: "Stay calm, don't be so violent in everything. You said that they are just a bunch of poor drunk scholars who are powerless. Wouldn't you feel embarrassed to beat such weak chickens?"

Wu Song was stunned and said, "What should I do? Can you just let them yell like this?"

"Hmph, don't worry, I have my own way to make them lose face and get out of bed and roll them up in shame..."

Tao Shang raised a sneer on the corner of his mouth. Before Wu Song could come over, he slightly lit his feet and jumped onto the platform with his towering figure standing above the heads of the scholars like iron.

The scholars were startled and subconsciously took a step back. They didn't know what the pottery suddenly came to the stage and planned to do.

Wu Song and Yuchi Gong were also puzzled. They couldn't guess what their emperor wanted to do.

The Taoist merchant picked up the pen on the table, Ao sneered at the scholars, "Don't you want to read my poems? Then I will make an exception to show you my skills today, blind your eyes, and let you know if what you wrote is shit."

As soon as this statement came out, the audience suddenly became an uproar, and everyone realized that this rude guy from another country actually wanted to write poems and essays, which was embarrassing.

"Seeing that he looks like a rough man, what the hell can he write."

"Yes, such a vulgar guy, even if you dare to show off your skills in front of us, it's simply a shame."

"I want to see what he can write."

"What else can I write? Of course, it's something that is worse than shit."

"That's that's that, hahaha--"

...

Under the platform, the scholars stopped cursing now, and they were all kinds of sarcastic sarcasm. Everyone seemed to be gloating and waiting to see jokes.

"What is our Majesty going to do?" Wu Song in the audience was also confused and surprised.

Yuchi Gong gave him a blank look, "You are stupid, can't you tell me? Our Majesty is going to write poetry and essays, comparing literature with those poor scholars!"

"Biwen?" Wu Song was shocked and questioned: "I only know that Your Majesty uses troops like a god and has extraordinary martial arts. I have never heard of Your Majesty's ability to write poems and essays?"

"I am also a big girl in the sedan chair. The first time I saw it, I really don't know which one Your Majesty is going to perform." Yuchi Gong said with a bitter face.

Wu Song frowned deeply and asked in a low voice: "General Yuchi, I think His Majesty is just a whim. He may not be able to write any beautiful woman. If he is ridiculed by those poor scholars later, what should we do?"

"Then you have to ask!" Yuchi Gong gave him a blank look, his fists clenched tightly, "Your Majesty is the emperor. Even if the emperor comes out, it will be a shit. It will be delicious. Anyone with no eyes, if you dare to say half a bad word, you will hit me in the shit!"

"Well, I understand." Wu Song nodded, clenched his fists, ready to start fighting at any time.

On the attic, the lady covering her face couldn't help but feel a little grateful in her eyes when she saw the pottery jumping onto the stage and speaking for her.

However, when she saw that the Tao merchant was going to pick up his pen and write a poem and compete with the scholars, a little contempt appeared in her eyes and murmured: "This man is full of swear words, and he thinks he is also a rough man who is not good at writing. I guess he can't write any name, and he is only afraid that he will be ridiculed by the scholars. Alas..."

Amid the sighs of regret, the Taoist merchant turned a blind eye, and calmly lifted up his pen, and started to walk on the hanging scroll.
Chapter completed!