Time goes back a moment ago.

When they saw Chen Yue writing on the wall, the crowds nearby became slightly turbulent. Most people didn't know the identity of the boy, and they were curiously rushing forward to see what happened.

Chen Yue's performance just now made everyone feel good about him. Some people were curious about what he would write, while others were afraid that he would be too arrogant and arrogant. If the things he wrote were unbearable, they would inevitably be ridiculed, and they were sweating.

When the first column of words was finished, the noise around them began to calm down. It was not only because of the poem itself, the boy's demeanor of picking up the pen, and the muscles and strength that were revealed between the lines, which made people deeply amazed.

When he wrote the last sentence, even Qiu Yun opened her red lips nervously, and her breathing sounded softer, for fear of disturbing Chen Yue.

It is not easy to pick up the pen and make a poem, and it is even more rare to be a masterpiece. What is exaggerated is that a running script that a young man casually writes on the wall is actually a top-notch!

You should know that it is easiest to write while sitting. The requirements for people to write while standing are higher. Now Chen Yue is standing and writing on the wall, and his writing is smooth and almost without delay. He can even write a good piece of calligraphy. This is not something that ordinary people can do. After all, no one will practice writing specifically against the wall, and everyone will inevitably attribute it to his writing skills.

But in fact, this is really not a difficult task for Chen Yue. He has been practicing calligraphy since he was a child. He has also been in charge of the blackboard newspaper for more than ten years...

When I saw the ending of the poem on the wall, the crowds of onlookers nearby became noisy from the original silence.

"Chen Yue? Is Chen Yue who swept the West Lake Cultural Association by the song "Qingyu Case"?"

"I heard that even Cheng Li from Wu Shan was compared by him the day before yesterday."

"This young man is the one who 'Dongfeng blooms thousands of flowers at night'? Isn't he a playboy?"

"What do you know? The day before yesterday I heard that the boy had to write a lyric to save a girl who was stolen by a bully. Later, when the lyrics were passed on to the literary meeting, they left without saying goodbye. This is called hiding without revealing it. Do you think his demeanor is comparable to his erotic demeanor?"

"Who said it? Do you know that Chen Shangwen is said to be the Heavenly Wen Qu Xingjun, who came down to earth. He just disdained to sing with the ordinary people on weekdays. That day, when he saw Cheng Li being arrogant and could not see it, he wrote a poem and clicked him, so that he could know that there was a heaven outside the sky."

"Why did I hear that is different from you, what I said is..."

Everyone was proclaiming the rumor that they knew. The spread of news in this era mainly relies on word of mouth from the people. The events of the night before yesterday were too dramatic, and it was inevitable that they would be fussed and ignorant during the spread.

Qiu Yun heard about this when she woke up the next morning. With her family background, she could naturally tell the quality of the lyrics. However, she was a female person after all, and she was admitted to school when she was a child. She could know that the song "Qingyu Case" was a good lyric, but she never expected that she could have such penetration and transmission speed.

Originally, based on her mother's instinct, she never doubted whether Chen Yue made the poem. However, when she heard the poem "Sweeping the West Lake Literature Association" and "Let Cheng Li know that there is a sky outside the sky", she still looked at Chen Yue in surprise. Is this good too much?

After finishing the writing, Chen Yue turned around and stood there with his hands behind his back, looking at the noise in front of him with a calm smile on his face. He wanted this effect. Since "The Qingyu Case" has been spread, there is no need to worry about it anymore, so he just used it as a talented man. He had seen the world in his previous life, and today's scene is nothing to him.

Seeing that the atmosphere was almost over, Chen Yue bowed and said aloud to the surroundings: "Everyone, listen to me."

Everyone saw the protagonist in the venue speak, and the argument gradually became weaker, and they stretched their necks to see what he wanted to say.

"I, Chen Yue, was born in a family of officials, but I felt that there was nothing special about the ordinary people. I lived a good life and had no worries about food and clothing. However, where did the millet in my family come from? It was watered by the people of the farm with sweat under the scorching sun! Where did the brocade silk robe come from? It was the silkworm farmer weaving girl wearing coarse linen clothes and weaving her!"

Chen Yue paused for a moment, looked around and said, "Buddhist saying: All beings are equal. I agree deeply. Ninety percent of the poor people are used to offer the wealth of 10 scholars and merchants. If that 100 person is not grateful and is rich and unkind, it is difficult for the heaven to tolerate it!"

The previous discussions that guided everyone was to ignore the destructive things in his previous life. At this time, even if someone knew his reputation in the past, he would not say anything. Only then would he have the position to say these words. However, in later generations, these words may be scolded as show-offs, but in this era when officials are greater than heaven, a child of an official said it, and with the unfair style of justice just now, most of the people around him came to pray for the blessing of ordinary people who can be healthy next year, which is enough to arouse the excitement of the crowd.

The crowd applauded and applauded, and the cheers were twice as loud as before, which made the roof and roof tiles buzzing.

These words came to their hearts. The powerful and powerful family regarded superior people as superior and never classified the people in the market as equal to them. However, Chen Shangwen, a pride born in a family of officials and the one who was called Wenqu, was almost beaten today for a small monk who was accused of being a guest, but also said these words in public!

If a rich person can have the character of the young man from the Chen family, then they will be willing to do more officials!

Chen Yue paused, and when the atmosphere reached its peak, his eyes were fixed to the outside of the crowd, and his right halberd pointed at Zheng Shan: "But today, this person is just a servant of the Zheng family, but he dares to rely on his family's power to do evil. He can beat people up for his own personal grudges and get rid of them. They are all raised by their father and mother. Look at the blood on the ground, it is different from the blood he shed on his body?!"

Today, Zheng Shan and his subordinates were hurting others in public, and they also humiliated Chen Yue's mother. They even helped him go out to guard and slap Chen Yue. It was impossible for them to have any good life.

However, it is nothing to just punish these little fish and shrimps. He intends to say that Zheng Shan is a servant of the Zheng family, and his words point directly to the Zheng family in Nanfeng Lane behind Zheng Shan!

No matter what the Zheng family would think and do, he had already started to make a piece of cloth in this chess game. He would never have been good at the incense burner in Donghua Temple that day!

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