Not to mention the quality of poetry, Xiao Zhengyang's speed of writing poetry is a few streets higher than Peng Wenjing! Peng Wenjing hasn't even thought about half a sentence yet, but Xiao Zhengyang has already written the entire capital.

"Impossible, this poem must have been copied by this kid."

Bai Xiaoling also felt that where did Xiao Zhengyang copy this poem from? Because she didn't believe that Xiao Zhengyang, an inconspicuous guy, had a better poetry attainment than hers! "Then let's compare it again."

Bai Xiaoling put away Xiao Zhengyang's draft of the poem and put it in his pocket.

Regardless of whether Xiao Zhengyang wrote this poem himself or not, at least this poem is a good poem worth collecting.

Bai Xiaoling thought she could not write it herself, so she wanted to collect this poem.

When Xiao Zhengyang saw Bai Xiaoling facing Peng Wenjing, he also said that his poem was copied.

I couldn't help but feel angry.

Xiao Zhengyang looked at Bai Xiaoling.

"Since Mrs. Ninth thinks that my poem was copied, I have no objection to it.

But I have a condition.”

Peng Wenjing immediately glared at Xiao Zhengyang.

"You kid pretended to be fake in front of Mrs. Jiu, and you dare to make a offer to Mrs. Jiu!"

Xiao Zhengyang ignored Peng Wenjing.

Xiao Zhengyang’s mission today is to take Bai Xiaoling to Baihua Tower.

As long as he can take Bai Xiaoling to Baihua Tower, Shi Sulan will handle the rest of the matter for him.

At this time, Xiao Zhengyang looked at Bai Xiaoling calmly.

"Since Mrs. Ninth feels that I am not good at writing this poem, why don't you dare to accept my conditions?

You aren't afraid, are you?"

Bai Xiaoling looked at Xiao Zhengyang with dissatisfaction.

"Hmph, who is afraid of you?"

"If you have any conditions, please give it."

Xiao Zhengyang smiled faintly.

“My conditions are very simple, I can compare with Mrs. Nine.

The title is still written by Mrs. Ninth, and we will write one for each of us.

If I lose, as I said just now, I will be a servant for Mrs. Jiu for one day today.

If Mrs. Ninth loses, please don’t forget your promise and do three things for me.”

Bai Xiaoling waved his hand.

"no problem!"

Bai Xiaoling didn't believe that Xiao Zhengyang won her in the competition poem.

When Peng Wenjing saw that Xiao Zhengyang wanted Bai Xiaoling to compete with them, he couldn't help but be happy.

Peng Wenjing is no longer as confident as before, but Peng Wenjing feels that with Bai Xiaoling's level, it is naturally easy to beat Xiao Zhengyang! Bai Xiaoling is worried that it will be too easy to ask questions this time, which will make Xiao Zhengyang take advantage, so Bai Xiaoling thought of a difficult question.

"This time we will write a poem about Yuefu with the title of hero."

There are not many poems on the subject of Xia, and Yuefu poems are long, which is even more difficult to write.

Bai Xiaoling felt that Xiao Zhengyang would definitely not be able to write it.

Although this topic is also difficult for Bai Xiaoling, she can still write it out with confidence that she can give her two hours.

When Peng Wenjing heard Bai Xiaoling asks them to write Yuefu poems, he gave up directly.

Yuefu poems are all long poems, and with Peng Wenjing's level, they cannot be written at all.

"I give up!"

Peng Wenjing said, looking at Xiao Zhengyang.

"Boy, I know you can never write such a poem.

Don't hold on! Give up!"

Xiao Zhengyang didn't even look at Peng Wenjing, so he picked up the pen and wrote it on paper.

Peng Wenjing laughed.

"Pretending, I want to see what kind of garbage you can write!"

Peng Wenjing said as he looked at Xiao Zhengyang's paper.

Bai Xiaoling only had a clue at this time and just thought about the first two sentences.

Seeing that Xiao Zhengyang had already picked up his pen and started writing, Bai Xiaoling also thought that Xiao Zhengyang was writing randomly.

But even though Xiao Zhengyang's poem was just now, Bai Xiaoling looked at Xiao Zhengyang's paper.

"Zhao Keman and Hu Ying, Wu Gou frost and snow are bright.

The silver saddle shines on the white horse, as cool as a meteor.

Kill one person in ten steps, and do not stay for a thousand miles.

After the matter, I left, and hid my body and fame..." Bai Xiaoling was shocked after reading four sentences! Such a poem is many times better than the one just now.

At this time, the tea shops in the teahouse all surrounded them.

Some of these people have read books. When they saw Xiao Zhengyang's poem, everyone gave thumbs up.

"This poem is so strong!"

"In my opinion, the only one that can be compared with this poem is probably the one written by Xiao Zhengyang a while ago, "It's time to enter the wine!"

Bai Xiaoling suddenly reacted at this time, and his eyes were filled with stars when he looked at Xiao Zhengyang.

Bai Xiaoling grabbed Xiao Zhengyang's hand excitedly.

"Sir, you..." Bai Xiaoling had just said this when he suddenly saw Peng Wenjing looking at Xiao Zhengyang with a jealous face.

Bai Xiaoling suddenly remembered his identity and quickly put down Xiao Zhengyang's hand.

"Sir, I lost."

"What conditions do you have, just ask!"

As he said that, Bai Xiaoling had already taken the song "The Legend of the Knights" written by Xiao Zhengyang, and carefully folded it and put it in his arms.

It was obvious that Xiaoling and Xiao Zhengyang lost the game, but looking at her appearance, she could not tell that she was unhappy, but she looked excited.

Those who don’t know thought that Bai Xiaoling defeated Xiao Zhengyang in this game.

At this time, Peng Wenjing muttered in a low voice, "Isn't it just that I wrote a poem? What's so great about it?"

Xiao Zhengyang looked at Peng Wenjing.

"Young Master Peng, should you fulfill your promise now?"

Although Peng Wenjing was angry, in front of Bai Xiaoling, he was unwilling to be detained and was underestimated by Bai Xiaoling.

So Peng Wenjing glared at Xiao Zhengyang hatefully.

"Boy, remember it for me.

Sooner or later, I will get back today’s face.”

As he said that, Peng Wenjing took a few younger brothers away.

When Bai Xiaoling saw Peng Wenjing leaving, he immediately said to Xiao Zhengyang with an excited look on his face: "Sir, it's time for me to fulfill my promise.

If you have something to do for you, I will say it quickly! I can't wait."

Xiao Zhengyang didn't expect that Bai Xiaoling would suddenly change his attitude towards him.

Xiao Zhengyang couldn't help but doubt.

Xiao Zhengyang took Bai Xiaoling out of the teahouse and went to an uninhabited corner. Xiao Zhengyang looked at Bai Xiaoling.

"Tell me! Why are you so happy?"

Bai Xiaoling looked around and saw that there was no one around, then he whispered to Xiao Zhengyang: "Sir, you are Mr. Xiao from Qingfeng Village, right?"

As he said that, Bai Xiaoling grabbed Xiao Zhengyang's hand.

"Sir, take me away!"

"I, Bai Xiaoling, have long admired Mr.'s name.

If Mr. Xiaoling can keep him by his side, I would be willing to do it even for him!”

Xiao Zhengyang didn't expect that Bai Xiaoling had seen through his identity, so he couldn't help but feel anxious.

"How did you recognize me?"

Xiao Zhengyang was not worried about Bai Xiaoling, but was worried that others would also see his identity.

If only Bai Xiaoling knew his identity, at worst he would put Bai Xiaoling under house arrest in Baihua Building and wait until he controlled Qingyang City before letting her out.

But if there is still someone who has seen through his identity in secret, it will be dangerous! This is what Xiao Zhengyang is most worried about.
Chapter completed!