As soon as Wen Yutao finished writing the poem, everyone around him immediately praised it.

"The young city lord is indeed the number one talented man in the southwest. He can actually make such a good poem in a glass of wine.

This is really embarrassing to me!"

Wen Yutao's face was suddenly filled with pride.

Wen Yutao looked at Xiao Zhengyang disdainfully.

"now you."

Xiao Zhengyang looked at Wen Yutao, but frowned.

Xiao Zhengyang had already heard Ye Shuixian reveal Wen Yutao's background in advance.

Ye Shuixian said that Wen Yutao is actually a fool with a slutty and shallow knowledge and can't write poetry at all.

However, although the poem written by Wen Yutao now cannot be considered a classic, it is also a very high-level poem.

Xiao Zhengyang couldn't help but wonder.

Xiao Zhengyang didn't know if it was Ye Shuixian who deceived him or Wen Yutao used methods to copy another poem.

If Wen Yutao had real talent and knowledge, then Xiao Zhengyang's plan to force him to show his true colors today would obviously not be possible; it would be even more difficult to stop the marriage between Shi Wen and the two families! Xiao Zhengyang frowned and thought deeply, thinking about this matter.

Wen Yutao saw Xiao Zhengyang frowning and not talking or writing, and thought Xiao Zhengyang could not think of a poem.

Wen Yutao felt more and more proud.

"Brother Yang, don't be too embarrassed if you can't write it! As long as you can write a poem with neat matches in one hour, I will be the draw with you and me in this round."

Wen Yutao believed that he would win today, so he tried his best to show his magnanimity, and fortunately, he showed his gentlemanly demeanor in front of Shi Suqin.

Everyone gave Wen Yutao's generous thumbs up.

"The young city lord is indeed very arrogant!"

In the private room, Xiaodie saw Xiao Zhengyang pondering and immediately turned to look at Shi Suqin.

"Miss, have you seen it?

I just said that Mr. Wen’s talent is far from comparable to that boy Yang Wu!”

"How easy is this poem with wine as the title! Even I can write it out, but this kid doesn't think he can write it out for a long time.

It means that the poem just now was definitely not written by him!”

Seeing that Xiao Zhengyang didn't speak, Shi Suqin couldn't help but feel disappointed on her face and began to believe Xiaodie's words.

Shi Zhen next to Xiao Zhengyang was originally quite confident in Xiao Zhengyang, but when he saw Xiao Zhengyang not talking for a long time, he couldn't help but get anxious.

Shi Zhen thought Xiao Zhengyang could not find inspiration for the moment, so he quickly poured a glass of wine and handed it over.

"Brother Yang, why don't you drink a glass first?

See if you can find the feeling.”

Shi Zhen didn't ask Xiao Zhengyang to write any famous poems and sentences, so they could not read them. They had passed this round.

Wen Yutao couldn't help laughing when he saw Shi Zhen pouring wine for Xiao Zhengyang.

"Fatty Shi, do you think he is Yang Wu, I am me! You can write a poem with a glass of wine! You are called parrot, do you know?"

Xiao Zhengyang kept thinking about whether Wen Yutao was cheating, so he didn't start writing a poem.

At this time, Wen Yutao mocked Xiao Zhengyang.

Speaking of excitement, Wen Yutao waved his arm, but Xiao Zhengyang happened to see a small note hidden in his sleeve.

When Xiao Zhengyang saw the note sewn into Wen Yutao's sleeve, he immediately understood why Wen Yutao had to drink just now.

Xiao Zhengyang also instantly realized that Wen Yutao was really a fool, and Ye Shuixian did not lie to him.

Xiao Zhengyang smiled! As long as Wen Yutao's poems are fake, he is confident that he can stop the marriage between Shi Wen and the two families and prevent Shi Wenxuan from using the Wen family's financial resources to quickly expand his strength.

Xiao Zhengyang solved the doubts in his heart, immediately picked up his pen and started writing poems.

Wen Yutao saw that Xiao Zhengyang was writing quickly and kept writing, but he even thought that Xiao Zhengyang didn't want to lose face, so he planned to write a random poem to deal with his errands.

Wen Yutao smiled.

"Brother Yang, writing poetry is not about drinking and eating, it is about carefully writing words.

You can read it by writing randomly like this!"

Before Wen Yutao finished speaking, his smile froze on his face.

Although Xiao Zhengyang's poem has not been finished, Wen Yutao has already seen that the poem written by Xiao Zhengyang is a hundred times stronger than the one he just said! "A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a blind date.

Raise your glass to invite the bright moon and make three people together.”

Shi Zhen next to him whispered.

Shi Zhen had just read the first two sentences, and the scholars in the hall had already stood up one after another.

It is obvious that this is another peerless masterpiece that can be passed down through the ages! Although this poem was not written by them, it is already a rare honor for them, scholars, to witness the publication of such a masterpiece that has passed down through the ages! In the private room, Shi Suqin heard Shi Zhen recite a few poems written by Xiao Zhengyang, and her face suddenly showed an excited expression.

Although Shi Suqin's mansion has dozens of disciples, most of them are very talented and often write poetry.

However, in the past few years, the poems written by these people cannot match the half of the poem written by Xiao Zhengyang! "Good poem!"

Shi Suqin stared at Xiao Zhengyang, her eyes already shining.

Xiaodie also looked at Xiao Zhengyang with an unexpected look on her face.

She really didn't expect that Xiao Zhengyang could write such a masterpiece! "How is this possible!"

In the hall, Xiao Zhengyang continued to write his poems.

But Wen Yutao, who looked down on him just now, was already jealous! Xiao Zhengyang finished writing Li Bai's famous piece "Drinking Alone Under the Moon" and threw it down.

"Young City Lord, can this poem pass?"

Wen Yutao didn't say anything, and the jealousy in his eyes looked at Xiao Zhengyang.

Although Wen Yutao still doesn't believe it, this poem was written by Xiao Zhengyang himself.

But it is really rare to be able to let the ghostwriter write such wonderful eternal sentences for themselves! Such eternal masterpieces cannot be bought with money.

Before Wen Yutao could speak, the scholars next to him who had just tried their best to curry favor with Wen Yutao were already looking at Xiao Zhengyang with admiration.

"That's great!"

"If Brother Yang's poem cannot be considered a success, then the poems we wrote are shameless to see people!"

Wen Yutao saw the scholars who were just cursing him, and at this time they all stood by Xiao Zhengyang and looked at Xiao Zhengyang with admiration. Wen Yutao was angry and jealous! Wen Yutao finally regretted it at this time.

If he had known this was the result, he shouldn't have pretended to be generous just now and directly sent someone to beat Xiao Zhengyang and Shi Zhen out of the restaurant. Xiao Zhengyang would not have the chance to show off now! Wen Yutao didn't care much about Xiao Zhengyang's limelight in front of these scholars.

What he cared about was that Xiao Zhengyang not only made a limelight in front of these scholars, but also stole his limelight in front of Shi Suqin! This is what Wen Yutao cannot bear the most.

Wen Yutao immediately said, "Come again!"

Shi Zhen looked at Wen Yutao.

"What the young city lord means, have you admitted defeat this round?"

Wen Yutao no longer cared about his gentlemanly demeanor and snorted coldly at Xiao Zhengyang.

"Who knows where your poem was copied from!"
Chapter completed!