When Xiao Zhengyang saw that Shi Zhen was obviously afraid of Wan Maochang, he still stayed with him. Xiao Zhengyang patted Shi Zhen lightly.

"Fatty, don't worry. As long as I'm here in the future, I will guarantee that no one will bully you!"

Shi Zhen looked at Xiao Zhengyang and focused his attention.

At this time, Wan Maochang had already arrived at their table.

"Isn't this our great talent!"

"Why, Shi Da Talent came to Fenglou, could he be here to attend the poetry meeting, right?

If this is the case, then ask Shi Da Talent to write a poem for us on the spot! Are you all right?"

Everyone immediately applauded.

At this time, many of the scholars in Laifeng Tower came from Yunxi City, and these people were very familiar with Shi Zhen.

They all know that Shi Zhen has always been the worst talent in Yunxi, and the poems she writes are often regarded as jokes by others.

Wan Maochang deliberately came to the door because he deliberately wanted to read Shi Zhen's joke.

These people are waiting to watch Shi Zhen’s jokes with the mentality of not being too serious about watching the fun.

Shi Zhen naturally knew how much he had.

When it comes to drinking, Shi Zhen is not afraid of anyone, but when it comes to writing poetry, Shi Zhen is simply disgusting.

Last time, Shi Zhen wrote a poem, but was ridiculed by the scholars in Yunxi City for three years.

Now that he heard Wan Maochang wanted him to write poems on the spot, Shi Zhen's face suddenly turned red and sweat came out on his forehead.

When Wan Maochang saw Shi Zhen so nervous, he felt more and more proud.

"Fatty Shi, we can't enter the Laifeng Tower at will.

Every one of us who comes in has to write a poem before we can come in.

Since you have come in, you will naturally have to write poetry.”

As he said that, Wan Maochang looked at Xiao Zhengyang next to him again.

"Of course, if you really can't make poetry, you can ask me.

I can help you write poetry.

As long as you kneel down and call me Grandpa, I will do this introductory poem for you!"

As he said that, Wan Maochang looked at Xiao Zhengyang with provocation in his eyes.

"How about it?"

Seeing that Wan Maochang was about to humiliate Xiao Zhengyang, Shi Zhen finally slapped the table and stood up.

"Wan Maochang, you can insult me ​​Shi Zhen, but you can't insult Brother Yang!"

Xiao Zhengyang did not expect that Shi Zhen, who had always been afraid of Wan Maochang, would dare to stand up to protect his face.

Xiao Zhengyang pulled Shi Zhen back to his seat.

"Fatty, don't be excited.

Isn’t it just to write a poem? With your Shi Zhen’s talent, you can’t do small things like doing a poem at will!”

When Wan Maochang heard Xiao Zhengyang's words, he immediately laughed.

"Boy, I didn't expect you to be good at bragging!"

"Okay, since that's the case, then you guys do it quickly! But if this poem is not done well, don't blame me for being rude! Our Laifenglou has rules. If the person who comes in cannot write a poem, he will break his legs."

In fact, Laifenglou has no such rules at all. Wan Maochang just wanted to use this matter as an excuse to take revenge on Xiao Zhengyang.

After Wan Maochang suffered from Xiao Zhengyang's loss at Baihualou, he had already inquired about Xiao Zhengyang's background.

So he thought Xiao Zhengyang was just a businessman who came to Qingyang City with his uncle to do business, and he didn't even have the title of scholar.

In their country of Daliang, it is very difficult to write poetry.

People who can't even pass the exam for scholars can't understand poetry at all.

So Wan Maochang was very sure that Xiao Zhengyang and Shi Zhen could not write poems and could not pass this level.

Xiao Zhengyang looked at Wan Maochang.

"What is the title of the poem you want?"

Wan Maochang smiled.

"You still have the problem?

Just by you and Fatty Shi, you can write poems. As long as you can explain it, you can do whatever the topic is! Can you do it?"

Shi Zhen looked nervous.

Although Xiao Zhengyang said he would help him to suppress Wen Yutao at tonight's Shijia Poetry Conference, Shi Zhen did not believe this very much.

Now it's time to write poetry, Shi Zhen suddenly became nervous.

Xiao Zhengyang looked at Wan Maochang and turned to Shi Zhen.

"Fatty, since Mr. Wan is not limited to our topic, I think you can use Mr. Wan as the topic!"

Shi Zhen could not write poems at all. When Xiao Zhengyang asked him to write poems with Wan Maochang as the title, Shi Zhen immediately looked embarrassed.

Shi Zhen whispered to Xiao Zhengyang: "Brother Yang, I can't write poetry at all!"

But Xiao Zhengyang patted Shi Zhen on the shoulder and deliberately said loudly: "Fatty, don't be polite to me! The poem you just wrote with Mr. Wan at the tea stall is very good!"

Shi Zhen looked at Xiao Zhengyang and thought to himself, "I just didn't write poetry at the tea stall!" Wan Maochang next to him believed that Xiao Zhengyang and Shi Zhen didn't know how to write poetry at all. When he heard Xiao Zhengyang's words, Wan Maochang sneered.

"Pretty, keep fitting!"

Xiao Zhengyang did not refute, and took the paper and pen and started writing it on it.

Everyone was like Wan Maochang, thinking that Xiao Zhengyang was deliberately bragging.

Now that I saw Xiao Zhengyang really writing poems on paper, everyone looked at the paper curiously.

"The mountains are far away at dusk, and the sky is cold and the house is poor.

There is a barking dog at the woods, and people return home on a snowy night.”

After reading the poem written by Xiao Zhengyang, the joke on these people's faces disappeared completely.

"Good poem!"

"Who said just now that Shi Zhen came from a fool?

I think this poem is even better than the ones made by Wen Yutao together!"

“It’s more than just strong.

Look at the beautiful words and artistic conception written in this poem, it is much higher than Wen Yutao!”

Wan Maochang never expected that Xiao Zhengyang really wrote a poem, and it was such a stunning masterpiece! Wan Maochang was stunned on the spot for a moment.

Shi Zhen was worried that Xiao Zhengyang would make a fool of himself with him today. Seeing this poem written by Xiao Zhengyang, Shi Zhen was immediately overjoyed.

Although Shi Zhen can't write poetry, he has been reading books for more than ten years, and he can basically understand the quality of the poem.

Shi Zhen looked at Xiao Zhengyang with a look of surprise.

"This is..." Xiao Zhengyang immediately blinked at Shi Zhen.

"Isn't this the poem you just recited casually at the tea stall!"

Shi Zhen never expected that Xiao Zhengyang would give him such a famous work.

Shi Zhen was very grateful to Xiao Zhengyang! You should know that although wars were often fought in this era, in the capital of Daliang, those emperors and generals still attached great importance to talents.

The most important part of the imperial examinations in this era is writing poetry.

Just based on the poem written by Xiao Zhengyang, it would be easy if Xiao Zhengyang took this poem to the capital to find a job.

But Xiao Zhengyang gave such a precious poem to Shi Zhen for free.

How could Shi Zhen not be excited? Everyone had no doubts when they heard Xiao Zhengyang say that this poem was written by Shi Zhen.

Because this poem is really great.

Such a wonderful sentence that they do not believe that anyone would be willing to give it to others.

So the scholars who had just despised Shi Zhen stood up one after another and took the initiative to bow to Shi Zhen to congratulate him.

“Congratulations to Brother Shi.

Brother Shi can write such a masterpiece, it seems that Brother Shi is the leader of this poetry party tonight!”

"That's for sure!"

Everyone who had just despised Shi Zhen, complimented Shi Zhen one after another.

Shi Zhen suddenly smiled into a flower on her happy face.

Since childhood, Shi Zhen has never been taken so seriously!
Chapter completed!