Or not?

Chen Yue weighed the pros and cons in his heart, and finally shook his head. It’s not that he wants to be a gentleman, and copying a few poems has no psychological burden for him. But he is used to doing business, and after considering it, he feels that copying good poems now is not worth the effort.

Not to mention that if the competition is now, the questions will definitely be inseparable from the two keywords "watching the tide in the river" or "wine" he mentioned just now. But as I said before, he could not think of a good chapter that suits the situation at the moment. And even if he really won, he could certainly expose his anger in his heart, but he could still make Zheng An lose face. What about it? Then there is nothing.

Perhaps with this small conflict, the poems he "does" can be spread quickly in the streets and alleys, but if it were not for what he saw with his own eyes, would anyone believe it? Then there will be countless literary and challenges. Some of them may really admire their reputation, some really want to make friends with their literature, but more people want to test their authenticity with their temptation. With information that has exceeded thousands of years, although there are countless good poems and lyrics, it is impossible to find the corresponding questions every time.

If all these invitations are not accepted? Now I am willing to compete with a child in the Zheng family. What if there is an invitation from a respected elder when I come? Others will give Chen Yue’s grandfather face, which does not mean that his grandfather can not give these people face, let alone him, the Chen family’s young fifth!

The troubles followed one after another, and the refusal to the competition had no effect on him. With his previous reputation, even if it spread, he would not be able to erase any evil in his reputation as the fifth young master of the Chen family, because he was originally black and could not be black anymore. From this point of view, he had to thank his "exeman" for his unremitting "working"...

But it would be fine if the competition didn't happen, but the anger was still coming out. Chen Yue knocked on the table and whispered to the waiter who was still standing nearby: "Get paper and pen."

Zheng An was slightly surprised. He didn't expect that Chen Shangwen really dared to compete with him, but he was a stupid person... Haha, a poem and a finger could pinch the other person flat and round it.

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and Zheng An was not willing to be outdone and whispered: "Get the best paper and pen!"

Liu Lintao, beside Zheng An, immediately went downstairs with the waiter to get paper and pen.

Chen Yue took the paper and pen, and without waiting for Zheng An to write the question, he started writing.

When everyone around saw that he didn't even listen to the topic, they whispered and talked, and the scene became much noisy for a moment.

Zheng An was stunned, then sneered in his heart, and said in a voice that was not too small: "I also thought that Chen Shangwen was really smashed into a 'poetic nature' by the incense burner. Unexpectedly, he didn't even dare to listen to the title. Could it be that he copied some poems the day before yesterday, and was in a hurry to write them out today, afraid that he would not be able to see the scenery?"

Chen Yue ignored Zheng An, wrote four large characters on the paper with his own pen, then picked up the rice paper and blew the ink marks dry, and used his middle finger to flick the paper, handed it to the waiter beside him, and said:

"This five-character poem was given to Zheng Youchang, and I asked Brother Youchang to read it in public, so I would like to ask you to testify if this poem was copied at the end of the poem." Youchang is Zheng An's word, and there is no title at the beginning of the poem, and the name of the poem is "Gived to Zheng Youchang".

The two old men in the secluded place were not always paying attention to this place, and only looked at it after Chen Yue finished writing. At this time, he saw the waiter holding the words on rice paper and couldn't help but look at each other.

The ancients often used their characters to judge people. In the eyes of the ancients, the quality of characters and the knowledge of articles were basically complementary. Chen Yue learned calligraphy since he was a child, and he had a large number of copybooks and inscriptions to study. There are also many newly created fonts that have been tempered and passed down from later generations to obtain the essence. At this time, it can definitely be said to be the best choice. In addition, in order to make everyone see clearly, he specially wrote the characters up to a larger scale, which is even more difficult.

"Tsk... this word is not simple." The old man who had been gambling with Chen Yuesheng before narrowed his eyes and stared at the rice paper on Xiaoer's hand and sighed. Both of them have been immersed in the table for decades, and you can tell at a glance the quality of the good and bad.

The other person nodded, and his originally serious face turned puzzled: "It's indeed a good word, but this guy is so naughty. It's really a pity. Chen Xishan wasted a piece of good jade, otherwise it would be another Yang Ning style."

"It's not necessarily true. I used to think of you as a general opinion, but how could it be possible to write without writing for a long time? If you can practice calligraphy intently, how can you be as unrestrained as rumors... I'm afraid the rumors will mislead people..." After the old man said that, he turned around and called Changsui not far away, "Go and ask about this Chen Shangwen, don't tell me what he heard. After checking it, he will tell me."

Changsui responded respectfully: "Yes." Retreat to the side.

The old man turned around and picked up a chopstick of steamed koi that had been brought up and put it in his mouth. He chewed it twice: "This fish is a bit light, but if a famous chef returns the pot and prepares it, it will not waste the good ingredients."

After hearing this, the latter was silent for a while, gently tapped the table with chopsticks, and then picked up a piece of fish and said, "I just don't know if this fish is burned, otherwise even if the Imperial Kitchen in Tokyo is coming, there may not be any way..."

After saying that, he looked at the opposite side and stopped talking.

Zheng An was slightly surprised when he got Chen Yue's word, but after reading the complete poem, he laughed. At first glance, this poem seemed to have some artistic conception. Just after a closer look, he found that it was a mess and messy. Even the three-year-old child wrote a limerick poem that was better than him.

Everyone next to him had seen the words before, and they were all secretly shocked. Seeing his smile on his lips, they all thought he was still mysterious. They shouted that he wanted to read it quickly.

Zheng An was sure to win, and he wanted everyone to "taste" his opponent's "masterpiece" earlier, so he laughed loudly and said, "Shangwen's poem is for me, I'll thank you first, but this poem is really profound and mysterious. Please refer to it together."

After saying that, he cleared his throat and saw that everyone was holding their breath and waiting. He was very satisfied with the effect. He thought that the effect after reading it would satisfy him even more. Just when he opened his mouth and was about to read it loudly, Chen Yue's voice suddenly rang: "I still have some homework today, so I won't bother you here. Let's say goodbye first, and see you again if you are destined to come."

After saying that, Chen Yue waved his hand and bowed to the surroundings. He threw down the meal money on the table and led Xian'er downstairs.

The future is long, and it will be almost done today. If you leave a moment of trouble, the other party will be angry and will not be able to take action. There are seven or eight people on the table, but there is only one little maid here, and the hero will not suffer any loss in front of him.

When Chen Yue took Xian'er out of the main entrance of Futai Tower, Zheng An's reading of poem came from behind him: "The dark plum blossoms are hidden and the flowers are lying on the branches and are depressed. I hear that they are lying like water, and it is easy to see the spring green."

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ps: I just returned home today, I'm sorry I'm getting late.

ps2: I actually wanted to write the dialogues between the characters in the text in the vernacular style in Water Margin. Maybe it was because of the dark plum blossoms and smelling flowers. After trying it, I found that it was really a bit inconsistent...

I'm ps3: Can I find some collection of new books? I thank you in advance
Chapter completed!