Liu Duanyang was very entangled.

He even wondered if his ears had hallucinations. What about applause? What about praise?

Why is there nothing?

In the crowd.

Everyone was confused!

Almost everyone is silently reciting this complete couplet in their hearts.

Going up is not north and south.

It's not something below!

But....

No one recited it out loud. If he recited it out loud, wouldn’t he just scold himself for being a good thing?

Wu Yuebai's face twitched and his eyes looked at Zhang Yi, who was smiling badly.

Li Wanru frowned.

Xiao Shutong opened his mouth and almost stuffed a steamed bun.

.....

The atmosphere became a little weird, and... terrible quiet!

Liu Duanyang was simply looking through Qiushui. In order to maintain his grace, his neck was always looking up at the sky... His feet were numb!

But... there was still no response afterwards, but at this moment, a tender voice sounded.

"Second uncle, why did that person say he is not a thing?" Not far away, a boy about four or five years old asked a fat man dressed in a scholar next to him, "But I think he is a thing! No... He is a human, he is not a thing! No..."

The boy was confused and shook his head and said to himself. This question made him bother him for a long time.

"Hehe!" The fat scholar smiled awkwardly, looking at Liu Duanyang who was about to run away carefully, and then looked at Zhang Yi, who had already smiled on his face. Both of them immediately recognized each other.

The fat scholar rubbed his eyes. Zhang Yi was facing away from him just now, and he always felt that Zhang Yi looked familiar. Only then did he realize that he was the servant from Chunfanglou.

Zhang Yi couldn't help but sigh that this fat scholar actually wanted to impress Shiqi Niang with poems in Chunfang Building last night and wrote "Looking down at the corner of his skirt, looking up at the white jade pig!" Young Master Bu Jingfengbu of the best poem.

"I didn't expect Mr. Bu is really happy!" When he saw his acquaintance, Zhang Yi hurriedly greeted Mr. Bu. This is a parent of food and clothing in Chunfanglou, although he was a little stingy...

"Ah!" Fatty Bu was so eager to die at this moment. Isn't this cheating? I thought to myself, I've been killed so much now!

He was just passing by today, but he didn't want to see the streets full of people, so he watched it with the mentality of watching the excitement. Of course, Master Bu naturally couldn't squeeze in, and he thought that since he couldn't squeeze in, he just left.

But he stopped thinking that there were two talented men, Liu Duanyang and Wu Yuebai, inside.

However, the right way is that people sit in the mountains, and disaster comes from heaven.

What gave up Bu Jingfeng never expected was that his idol saw it, but he was scolded by his little nephew!

This is nothing, the most important thing is that the culprit was Zhang Yi, who was still close to him.

In this way, wouldn’t it be obvious that he told others that he is very familiar with Zhang Yi?

It is conceivable that after today... no... from now on, Liu Duanyang must have hated him.

Bu Jingfeng complained secretly, but Zhang Yi had already greeted him. How else could he explain? Could it be that he told Liu Duanyang that I didn’t know him at all?

But even if you say that, someone will believe it!

Sure enough, Liu Duanyang's face, who had lowered his head, had already turned pale, and his eyes were staring at Fatty Bu.

"Young Master Liu, listen to my explanation..." Bu Jingfeng wanted to die at this moment. Why can't he change his problem of watching the fun?

"Hmph! Mr. Bu isn't it?" Liu Duanyang glanced at Bu Jingfeng with a depressed look on his face and said gloomyly: "Is this your friend?"

"Of course it's a friend. Mr. Bu just drank at my house yesterday!" Before Bu Jingfeng could reply, Zhang Yi smiled and said, "Is Mr. Bu still asking you, Mr. Liu, for advice?"

"Of course, there is no need to ask me for advice!" Liu Duanyang said angrily: "But Mr. Bu is the ability to become a poem in three steps. Liu has heard of it for a long time. When he saw it today, he was indeed as his name. Since you are friends with him, as the saying goes, it is really the same as the ancients, and he really did not deceive me! Hahahaha!"

Zhang Yi felt so happy when he looked at Fatty Bu who seemed to be petrified! He actually wanted to fuck Seventeenth Lady. Let me see if I don’t mess with you to death!

But how can the fat man become a poem in three steps?

Zhang Yi couldn't help but immediately had goose bumps on his body.

Just as the fat man was at the level of a fat man, he probably didn't have the ability to recite a limerick in three steps. Now that he said this from Liu Duanyang's mouth, it was obvious that he had achieved his goal.

But he also knew that doing so was just to make the fat man feel uncomfortable for a while!

As far as Zhang Yi knows, this stingy young master Bu not only has no literary talent, but has also been excluded by scholars. The most rare thing is that Mr. Xiang was so stingy that he used old goods instead. It was a sensation.

With such a problem, whether among classmates or among other scholars, his reputation will naturally become bad.

Although this guy has no literary talent, he is also a pretentious person. The other Qinglou has low education and cannot survive, so he has become a regular visitor in Chunfanglou.

Because of this, Fatty Bu and other scholars seemed to have become two camps. As the saying goes, poor people are not as rich as wealthy. Fatty Bu's family is rich and ordinary scholars are too lazy to provoke him.

However, although he had no idea about his heart, it did not prevent him from having a talented heart. Liu Duanyang, known as the number one talented man in Jiangning, naturally became his idol.

But now his hot face is pressing against the cold butt, which makes the fat man feel depressed and secretly hates Liu Duanyang.

Don’t you read two bird poems?

Who can't do it!

Seeing that the two of them were unhappy, Zhang Yi smiled and pretended to be extremely respectful on his face and said to Liu Duanyang: "It turns out that he is worthy of being the number one talented man in Jiangning. I claim that no one can match my couplet in a hundred years, but you actually match it in the blink of an eye. This really makes me ashamed!"

It would be fine if Zhang Yi didn't mention it, but Liu Duanyang was almost so angry that he vomited blood.

No one can be right for a hundred years, no one can be right for a hundred years!

Damn it just buried a pit to let yourself jump!

Liu Duanyang could imagine that the second couplet he was right just now would probably be spread throughout Jiangning within a half day. At that time, a sentence that was not something would definitely make him want to die!

It was embarrassing, and I threw it to my grandma's house!
Chapter completed!