Shi Suqin was also very surprised to see Xiao Zhengyang write the poem that shocked the audience.

Her beautiful red lips gently raised an arc.

"I didn't expect that Yang Wu really has some talent for poetry! It seems that there is a good show here today.

Wen Yutao has met an opponent!"

Shi Suqin had just had tea with Xiao Zhengyang and the others at the tea stall. Of course she knew that this poem was not made by Shi Zhen at the tea stall.

Then this poem was naturally made by Xiao Zhengyang himself! Xiaodie, the maid next to him, curled her lips disagreed.

"Miss, you won't really believe that the poem was written by that boy Yang Wu, right?

Do you think he looks like a person who can write poetry?

In my opinion, 80% of the poem was copied from others.

This kid is so far from Sai Shi in Wen!”

Xiaodie had prejudice against Xiao Zhengyang because of the tea stall just now. She always felt that Xiao Zhengyang was too far behind Wen Yutao.

Xiaodie has been following her lady Shi Suqin to Yufeng Tower every day recently to see Wen Yutao talk big with these scholars from all over the world.

This made her feel that Wen Zhutao's generosity and insight were far beyond Xiao Zhengyang's.

So when they heard their ladies praise Xiao Tianyang's poetry, Xiaodie immediately questioned Xiao Zhengyang's talent.

Shi Suqin glanced at Xiaodie.

"You are too arbitrary! People should not behave like this. How can we think that this poem was copied by Mr. Yang just based on his appearance?"

Xiaodie shook her head disapprovingly.

"Miss, don't polite him.

Just like him, he was wearing patches on his clothes, so he deserved to be called Young Master?"

Shi Suqin looked at Xiaodie and smiled.

"Xiaodie, I think you didn't have patched the clothes he wore, you were because he just gave up your face at the tea stall, right?"

Although Xiaodie is just Shi Suqin's maid, she has been with her for more than ten years and is even more close to her brothers and sisters.

Shi Suqin naturally knows Xiaodie's character very well.

It is precisely because of his understanding of Xiaodie that Shi Suqin knows that Xiaodie is not the kind of person who judges people by appearance.

So Xiaodie repeatedly questioned Xiao Zhengyang, obviously because of what happened at the tea stall just now! Xiaodie also did not deny it.

"Hmph, he is both a little maid and I, so he has no real man's demeanor."

"How can such a man have any real talent and knowledge!"

Xiaodie said, lifting her cute chin upwards.

Shi Suqin smiled.

"Xiaodie, what you said is unfair! You took the initiative to cause trouble for others first at the tea stall! Is it normal for others to give you a reply?"

Xiaodie knew that Shi Suqin was telling the truth, but she got angry.

“Hey, Miss.

I went to find this kid to help you, why are you talking for him now?"

Seeing Xiaodie getting angry, Shi Suqin hurriedly pulled her to her side and sat down.

"Okay, I was wrong, okay!"

Although Shi Suqin took the initiative to admit her mistake, Xiaodie knew that Shi Suqin still didn't believe her words.

So Xiaodie looked at Xiao Zhengyang in the hall and said to Shi Suqin: "Miss, if you don't believe me, then let's just watch it!"

"I promise that if there are no more than three rounds, this boy named Yang and Fatty Shi will have their true colors revealed!"

Shi Suqin shook her head gently.

"Xiaodie, I feel that you are going to miss this time."

Xiaodie refused to admit defeat.

"Miss, since you think this kid Yang Wu is really capable, do you dare to make bets with me?"

Shi Suqin smiled as she looked serious.

"How do you want to bet?"

Xiaodie yelled and sat down next to Shi Suqin.

"Let's bet on the poem between Yang Wu and Mr. Wen today.

If this kid Yang Wu loses in a while, Miss, please let this kid kneel down and apologize to me.

How about it?"

Shi Suqin glanced at Xiaodie.

"What if you lose?"

Xiaodie waved her hand.

"Just with that boy Yang Wu, it is impossible for Mr. Wen to win.

It’s impossible for me to lose!”

Shi Suqin looked at Xiaodie.

"What if you lose?"

Xiaodie glanced at Xiao Zhengyang in the hall, her face full of dissatisfaction.

"If he can really beat Young Master Wen, I, Hua Xiaodie, let him deal with it!"

Shi Suqin pinched Xiaodie's beautiful face.

"What if he asked you to sleep?"

Xiaodie's face suddenly turned red.

"I hate it! Miss, if you talk nonsense, I will ignore you in the future!"

In the hall, Xiao Zhengyang just wanted to take today's opportunity to force Wen Yutao out of his true form. He didn't know that in the private room inside, Shi Suqin's master and servant were betting on him.

Wen Yutao, who was beside him, had the same thoughts as Xiaodie at this time.

Wen Yutao also felt that the poem just now could not have been written by Xiao Zhengyang himself.

Therefore, Wen Yutao is full of confidence in the poems between him and Xiao Zhengyang.

After all, behind him is the No. 1 talented man in the Southwest! Wen Yutao didn't take Xiao Zhengyang seriously at all with the No. 1 talented man in the Southwest.

Therefore, Wen Yutao didn't care about the lottery proposed by Xiao Zhengyang at all. In his opinion, his poems in today's competition are definitely a must-win.

Since he would not lose, he would not lose anything if he promised Xiao Zhengyang and would also show his magnanimity in front of Shi Suqin.

Wen Yutao naturally would not refuse such a good thing! So Wen Yutao agreed immediately.

"no problem!"

"Whoever loses the poetry competition today, no matter who we want tonight, will attend Miss Shi's poetry meeting!"

After saying that, Wen Yutao waved his hand gracefully.

"Get the question!"

Wen Yutao is full of confidence.

Xiaodie in the private room was immediately full of confidence when she saw Wen Yutao like this.

"Did you see it?

Miss."

"Just Master Guangwen's demeanor is far from comparable to that of the country bumpkin Yang Wu!"

Shi Suqin looked into the hall and shook her head gently.

"That's not necessarily!"

In the hall, Xiao Zhengyang picked up the wine glass casually.

"Since the young city lord is so polite, let's use the wine as the theme and make one first!"

Wen Yutao was delighted.

This poem with wine is the most common, and he memorized the most in advance.

Dong Kaicheng, the number one talent in Southwest who wrote for him, also wrote several poems about wine.

Wen Yutao felt that Xiao Zhengyang asked him to write poems with wine as the title, which was like giving away points! Wen Yutao opened his mouth and wanted to recite poems, but when he opened his mouth, Wen Yutao was stunned immediately.

He found that he could not think about the poem he had recited well before.

Wen Yutao suddenly felt nervous.

Fortunately, Wen Yutao was prepared. He copied several poems written by Dong Kaicheng for him in advance every day, hiding them in his sleeves to prevent him from forgetting them temporarily.

Wen Yutao immediately picked up the wine glass and pretended to drink, and secretly took the opportunity to peek at the poem hidden in his sleeve.

Putting down the wine glass, Wen Yutao had already raised his pen and wrote a poem with a proud look on his face.

"There are monk temples far and near, and there are five or six families in the west village.

If you get fish, you can sell wine and put it in reed flowers.”
Chapter completed!