After hearing Ye Guhong's agreement, Nangong Jie was very excited.

He urged Ye Guhong to have breakfast, then boarded the carriage and headed straight for Yanyu Tower.

Soon, they arrived at the misty building on the bank of the Yellow River in the south of the city.

Yanyu Tower does not look like a modern building, but adopts a transparent pattern on all sides.

The entire building has four eaves and three floors, more than 30 meters high.

From a distance, it is very majestic.

Looking at Yanyu Tower, Ye Guhong couldn't help but feel a little confused for a moment.

"Brother, let's go!"

Soon, they came to the entrance.

Here, there are a few scholars who check.

There were many scholars at the door and the stairs, bowing to each other, which was very lively.

When Nangong Jie and Ye Guhong arrived at the door.

The scholar who was checking obviously knew Nangong Jie.

He couldn't help but laugh and said, "Oh, isn't this Mr. Nangong?"

"Young Master Nangong, I'm afraid you're going to the wrong place, right? This is not a chamber of commerce, but a literary association. Are you sure you can write poetry?"

"Haha! Hahaha!"

"Don't laugh at me like this! In fact, Mr. Nangong still makes a few likable poems!"

And when the scholar's eyes fell on Ye Guhong, he suddenly felt like he had discovered a new continent.

"Oh, who is this person? I wonder where Mr. Nangong took it out?"

"This man doesn't even wear a scholar's uniform. I wonder if he is the groom of your Nangong family? Or the accountant?"

"Oh, it's really a disgrace! He thought that some low-couth person could come in here at will?"

Nangong Jie said angrily: "You, you are too much!"

Ye Guhong grabbed Nangong Jie and then said loudly: "Xiaojie, don't be angry with them."

"Dogs bite you, do you want to bite them back? Why bother with the beast?"

This sentence has become a huge mess in later generations.

But this is the first time in this era.

The lethality of this sentence is very great for these scholars.

A word made them red in scolding them.

"It's a disgrace! It's a disgrace!"

"Vulgar! Low! Vulgar!"

"Scum! What a scum!"

Ye Guhong said contemptuously: "Xiaojie, look, do you think it's like a group of mad dogs barking at people?"

"Brother, haha, it looks like it, it's so similar!"

Ye Guhong shook his head and said, "It's not like it!"

Nangong Jie couldn't keep up with Ye Guhong's rhythm and couldn't help asking, "Brother, don't you look like it? I think it looks like it?"

Ye Guhong smiled and said, "They are not like each other, they are just mad dogs!"

"Wow, hahaha! Big brother is right, they are just a bunch of mad dogs!"

Ye Guhong's words made all the scholars red-eyed.

They were so angry that they trembled all over and pointed at Ye Guhong and Nangong Jie, and the Zhihuzhe also condemned him for a long time.

Ye Guhong didn't care at all, and barked with a smile and said a mad dog, so angry that they couldn't breathe for a long time.

In the end, the gatekeeper was scared.

I can't scold me at all.

He quickly said, "Nangong Jie, do you want to join the poetry club? Just write a poem! It's not difficult for you. Just give a poem to chant objects, and chant the needles used in the boudoir."

There are indeed such rules to enter this poetry fair.

But generally speaking, well-known talents do not need to be evaluated.

For ordinary talented people, it is enough to write poems with words such as wind, flowers, snow and moon.

Not all talented men are so quick-witted.

It's like pointing out something and chanting, but I'm afraid that 90% of the talented men will not have such urgent talent.

And an object as small as a needle is even more difficult.

Just by the ink in Nangong Jie's belly, they would not believe that Nangong Jie could write good poems.

When he can't do it, they will humiliate Nangong Jie well.

Hearing this question, Nangong Jie couldn't help but look at Ye Guhong with concern.

I saw Ye Guhong chanting casually:

"A needle is a thousand exercises, and one is a needle that is turned upside down. The eyes are clear and the buttocks are growing, and they only recognize their clothes but not people."

"You! You are presumptuous!"

"You are rude! How can you scold people?"

Ye Guhong spread his hands in surprise and asked, "You asked me to Yongzhen?"

"Aren't the needle made by hundreds of refining and thousands of hammers? Isn't it a slit upside down?"

"Don't the needle hole grow on the butt? Isn't it just recognizes clothes but not people?"

"Where is there any curse?"

"I'm obviously Yongzhen, why do you say I'm scolding? Can you just like to pick up and scold me?"

Nangong Jie also said, "That's right, I have heard of people picking up money and people picking up things, but I have never heard of people picking up scolding me. Are you a slut?"

After following Ye Guhong for a long time, Nangong Jie gradually kept up with the rhythm.

He found that it was so good to be with his elder brother.

In the past, when I interacted with these scholars, wasn’t that time I was insulted or despised?

But what about now?

It was the eldest brother who was scolding them, and they couldn't help but talk. It was so satisfying.

Ye Guhong couldn't help asking: "I wonder if my song of the chant can pass? If not, we will turn around and leave."

The scholar who guarded the pass really wanted to say that he could not.

He was unwilling to put such vulgar people into the poetry meeting.

But the poem that this guy wrote just now sounds like a swearing, well, it is actually a swearing.

However, the quality of this poem has definitely reached an average or above level.

If such poems cannot be entered, if they are spread, their reputation will be completely stinky.

Even the fairness of their poetry club will be greatly reduced.

Therefore, although he extremely hated Ye Guhong and Nangong Jie.

In the end, he could only pinch his nose and said, "You can go in!"

Nangong Jie laughed and said, "Look, how good it would be for us to go in? I forced my elder brother to scold you and you were honest. Are you accustomed to me?"

Hearing Nangong Jie's words, Ye Guhong said with a stern face: "Who said I scolded them? Isn't it too much for me to scold them?"

Nangong Jie smiled and said, "Yes, yes, my brother didn't scold them. My brother was just telling the truth."

As they spoke, the two of them walked upstairs along the steps.

The scholars guarding the gate and the scholars at the gate were so angry that they were almost vomiting blood when they heard these two guys' words.

These two guys are really grandchildren!

It's really a shameful family!

They are very angry.

But I couldn't scold me, so I could only hold it in my heart.

Even more angry.

And what happened here was soon passed on to the upper floor.

When I heard what happened downstairs, the three young men in Jinyi looked different.
Chapter completed!