But Shi Suqin walked to the door of the hall, and Xiaodie grabbed her again.

"Miss, you can't go!"

Xiaodie was already scared when she saw Shi Suqin looking at Xiao Zhengyang just now.

She was really worried that if Shi Suqin went to get close to Xiao Zhengyang, Shi Suqin would probably be caught by Xiao Zhengyang again! So Xiaodie grabbed Shi Suqin tightly.

"Miss, this Yang Wu is so evil. You must not approach him!"

Although Shi Suqin wanted to see Xiao Zhengyang, Xiaodie tried her best to pull her away, and Shi Suqin was helpless.

Although Xiaodie is a few years younger than her, she has been practicing martial arts since she was a child.

Shi Suqin has not liked martial arts since she was a child but liked poetry and prose, so Shi Suqin's strength is far less than Xiaodie.

Under Xiaodie's desperate attempt to stop him, Shi Suqin was finally pulled out of Laifenglou by Xiaodie.

At this time, everyone was paying attention to the poem written by Xiao Zhengyang. Even Wen Yutao and others did not notice that Shi Suqin in the private room had already left.

Seeing that Xiao Zhengyang turned all the hundreds of scholars on the scene into his little fans with just one poem, Wen Yutao was so jealous that he was furious! You should know that more than half of these scholars on the scene were his little brothers just now! Wen Yutao spent at least thousands of taels of silver on these people and more than half a month of energy, so he finally won these people over.

But Xiao Zhengyang just wrote a poem and pulled these people away from him.

How could Wen Yutao not be angry?

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"This poem was definitely not written by him!"

Before Xiao Zhengyang could finish writing, Wen Yutao rushed up, grabbed the paper in front of Xiao Zhengyang, and tore it apart with force.

At this time, Wen Yutao was completely dizzy by jealousy. He was almost losing his mind, let alone any demeanor! Xiao Zhengyang saw Wen Yutao tear up his poem, and said that he copied the poem.

Xiao Zhengyang was not angry either.

But Shi Zhen next to him couldn't bear it anymore.

"Wen Yutao, why do you say that this poem was copied by Brother Yang?"

Wen Yutao snorted heavily.

"Why?"

“What other credentials do you need?

Just a country bumpkin like Yang Wu, his family has always been a businessman selling cloth, and he has never had a scholar.

I have never heard of him writing poetry before.

How could he suddenly write such a masterpiece!”

Shi Zhen became even more angry.

"Wen Yutao, you are false!"

Wen Yutao waved behind him without waiting for Shi Zhen to finish speaking.

"Come on, fight out the Fatty Shi and the famous Yang Wu for me!"

Xiao Zhengyang sat down and said nothing. Seeing that Wen Yutao was about to be beaten out, Xiao Zhengyang stood up.

"Young Master Wen City Lord, you're a little too much!"

"If you lose Sai Shi doesn't admit it, I won't say it.

You have to slander us and ask someone to beat us out. This is a bit unreasonable, right?"

Wen Yutao snorted.

"Boy, you must have copied this poem."

As he said that, Wen Yutao wanted to let his men take action again.

Xiao Zhengyang looked at Wen Yutao and laughed.

"Young City Lord! I originally wanted to give you some face. Since you slander me like this, don't be so polite!"

As he said that, Xiao Zhengyang pointed to Wen Yutao's left sleeve and shouted to everyone: "The person who really copied the poem is not me, but our pretentious young Master Wen! He asked someone to make poems for him in advance and then hide them in his sleeve."

When everyone heard Xiao Zhengyang's words, they started to talk.

"No way?"

"If this is true, wouldn't the poems written by Wen Yutao before be copied by him?

This is too much!”

Wen Yutao never expected that Xiao Zhengyang would know about the poetry hidden in his sleeves.

Wen Yutao has been using this trick these days to pretend to be talented in front of these scholars, and no one has ever discovered any flaws.

Wen Yutao didn't expect that Xiao Zhengyang could see through his methods at first sight! He was exposed in public by Xiao Zhengyang as a fake method. Wen Yutao felt panicked, but he immediately calmed down.

Wen Yutao felt that no one would dare to search his sleeves at the scene.

As long as he refuses to admit his conscience, Xiao Zhengyang will have no choice but to do anything to him.

So Wen Yutao stared at Xiao Zhengyang and scolded loudly: "You fart!"

"With my Wen Yutao's poetry talent, can I still use it to copy it?"

As soon as Wen Yutao finished speaking, he saw Xiao Zhengyang flashing in front of him.

Wen Yutao was shocked.

He had no idea that Xiao Zhengyang was actually good at martial arts! Just as Wen Yutao was surprised, Xiao Zhengyang had already pointed at Wen Yutao's chest.

Wen Yutao's whole body suddenly became stiff. Xiao Zhengyang pulled it casually and took off Wen Yutao's brocade robe.

After getting the brocade robe, Xiao Zhengyang immediately turned on Wen Yutao's robe sleeve and showed it to everyone on the spot.

"Please see everyone!"

Sure enough, a piece of white paper was exposed inside the sleeves of the brocade robe, which was sewn onto the inner wall of the robe sleeves.

There are three poems written on the white paper, one of which is the five-character quatrain with wine just written by Wen Yutao.

When everyone saw that there were really notes hidden in Wen Yutao's robe sleeves, they immediately discussed.

"I really didn't expect that Wen Yutao is such a person!"

"It seems that the poems he wrote before must have been written by others for him!"

"A person like this even calls himself a talented man in the Southwest. It's so shameless!"

When Wen Yutao saw Xiao Zhengyang expose the way he hid the poem in his sleeve, he immediately shouted: "What's wrong with me putting a note in my sleeve?

Although I hid poems in my sleeves, these poems were written by myself before.

I was just afraid that I would forget, so I wrote it down and put it on my sleeve. What's wrong with this?"

Although everyone thought that Wen Yutao's words were unreliable, everyone could not provide evidence to refute them.

Just by the note hidden in the sleeve, it is indeed impossible to determine that Wen Yutao's poem must have been copied by someone else.

Everyone looked at Xiao Zhengyang together.

Wen Yutao's face showed a little pride at this time.

"Boy, do you think that if you find a note on my sleeve, you can copy the poem that accused me of being copied?"

"Tell you, boy.

If you want to fight me, you are a little tender!"

As soon as Wen Yutao finished speaking, he saw an old man in his early fifties running out from the private room behind them. It was Dong Kaicheng, who was writing for Wen Yutao.

He is also Wen Yutao's teacher.

"Young Lord, I really can't write this poem!"

"Yang Wu's poem is so wonderful to write.

Even if you kill me, I can't write a better poem than him!"

Seeing Dong Kaicheng running out of the private room behind, everyone didn't understand that Wen Yutao was cheating! So there was an uproar in the hall of Laifenglou.

Wen Yutao was so angry that he almost spurted out his old blood! Dong Kaicheng ran out of the private room and said such words in public. Even if Wen Yutao wanted to deny copying poems, no one would believe it anymore.

How could Wen Yutao not be angry?
Chapter completed!