Chapter 142: Shock

Princess Zhengle, who was sitting behind the table with a frown face, was delighted, her wrinkled little face suddenly stretched out, and her two thin eyebrows raised, she waved to Wuqi and smiled: "Wuqi, come here. I have seen 'The most famous talented girl in the Dayan Dynasty, Sister Yu Qianqianyu'!"

Yu Qianqian smiled, tilted her head slightly, and looked at Wuqi with her hands behind her back. Wuqi walked through a large group of young men in white robes with a weak step, and waved his hands to Yu Qianqian: "Miss Yu Qianqian, I have heard of Daming for a long time, and I have heard of Daming for a long time!"

To be honest, Wuqi put away his true energy in his body. His steps were so empty that he was a little worse than ordinary people when walking. The feeling that his body was always moving up and down strangely, without any serious appearance. This is a very inconsistent situation where the literary and romantic guests are all over the place.

There is never a shortage of young people among young people, and there is no shortage of ulterior motives who are willing to show off in front of Yu Qianqian to deepen their impression in the hearts of the beauty. Immediately, more than thirty young men wearing white robes but hanging expensive jade pendants around their waists stood up and pointed at Wuqi and shouted: "Who is here? Why don't you come here and change clothes? What place is this that will allow you to be so rude?"

Wuqi stopped in surprise. He looked at the young men with white robe and tall crowns around him, dressed up seriously, and then looked at his body very messy because he ran and fought all the way, and had a lot of grass-clad green robes. He couldn't help but sneer: "Bathing and changing clothes? What's this place? Mr. Wuqi still needs to take a shower and changing clothes when he comes here?"

As soon as the word "uncle" was said, thousands of young men on the wooden platform burst into laughter. Everyone showed an expression of not daring to be close to him, and looked at Wuqi with disgust and arrogant attitude. A young man who had just stood up shook his head and said, "It's a humiliating kindness, it's a humiliating kindness! This is a gentle place for us to gather to evaluate poetry, calligraphy and painting. How can we allow such a villager to defame this place?"

Princess Zhengle's face suddenly sank. She stared at the young man tightly and muttered in a low voice: "The grandson of the Marquis of Qingyang? Humph, I don't want to abolish your inheritance rights, so I won't call Zixuan! Well, how can I depose your right to inherit the throne of Qingyang? Just keep it in charge with Qingyang? But what crime will be deducted?"

Princess Zhengle was whispering here about how to deal with these young men who dared to be disrespectful to Wuqi. Yu Qianqian heard Princess Zhengle's words clearly. Yu Qianqian frowned and reached out to press the clear voice. She shouted: "Everyone, calm!" As soon as Yu Qianqian spoke, all the young men present immediately closed their mouths, and even sat upright on the seat, each of them showing the most gentle, elegant and handsome appearance, and looked at Yu Qianqian affectionately.

Yu Qianqian smiled slightly and looked at Princess Chengle with satisfaction. Princess Chengle's face suddenly became ugly. In the minds of these young men, Princess Chengle's weight was obviously not as good as Yu Qianqian, which made Princess Chengle feel very uncomfortable. She stared at a huge piece of painting paper in front of her, and her little mouth was raised for half a day.

She smiled proudly, Yu Qianqian looked at Wuqi for a few glances, and glanced at the blood stained on Wuqi's clothes, and her expression changed slightly. She glanced at the many young people present with a warning gaze, and then said to Wuqi gently: "The Marquis of Heaven and Hou Wuqi, the little woman Yu Qianqian is polite. This is where the little girl gathers her fellow friends every year to savor poetry, calligraphy and painting. This bathing and changing clothes is just a custom, in order not to insult the spiritual writing and calligraphy and painting in the world."

After sighing, Yu Qianqian smiled at Wuqi and said, "This rule is only formulated by everyone and abide by it together, not intentionally making things difficult for Mr. Wu."

After staring at Yu Qianqian for a long time, Wuqi suddenly burst into laughter. His smile intentionally or unintentionally released the unique aura of a warrior in the innate realm. A huge laughter rolled out, shaking the Hongjiang River water, and waves about a foot high, shaking the wooden platform under his feet to keep rising and falling. If it weren't for the iron anchors that tied the wooden platform, the wooden platform would have been overturned by the waves long ago.

"Absurd, joke! Lingxiu's writing and calligraphy and painting must take a bath and change clothes before she can do it. It is simply the biggest joke since the creation of the world!" Wuqi glanced at Yu Qianqian disdainfully and sneered: "You must take a bath and change clothes to make good words? You can draw good paintings? It's like a stupid pig! You are all pretending to be nonsense, and you are talking about poetry, painting and poetry!"

After stomping his feet heavily, Wuqi smiled and said, "If you take a bath and change your clothes, you can write good poems and draw beautiful pictures. Those who are riding thousands of people in the brothel who have to take a shower several times a day. Aren't they the most famous talented women in the Dayan Dynasty, a hundred times more famous than your eldest sister Yu?"

Yu Qianqian's face suddenly became extremely ugly, and her eyes almost jumped out of her eyes. Have she ever seen a rude and unreasonable figure like Wuqi? Compared with the handsome and elegant Yushu around her who are gentle and knowledgeable and knowledgeable poems, Wuqi just broke into the wild boar in the vegetable field, trampling on it, turning the good cabbage from the vegetable field into mud.

The young men wearing white robes and white goose feather crowns seemed to be wild cats burned by fire, or simply filial sons and grandsons who had their ancestral graves dug. Thousands of people cursed at Wuqi in unison, cursing him for being absurd and nonsense, and were simply the first arrogant villain in the world and the most damn mad husband villager in the world.

He was even more excited and powerful, with a wealthy family background and a little martial arts cultivation, and was so angry that he wanted to divide the victory or defeat with Wuqi! Wuqi's words were so hurtful and slapped in the face. He was nakedly humiliating so many literati boys present!

A violent bear roar came, and six huge bear demons suddenly recovered from the bear body and flew into the air with the demon wind. Six powerful soul pressure fell from the sky, and thousands of young men screamed and fell to the ground. Hearing Xiong Qing roared in a muffled voice: "I don't understand poetry and painting, I don't understand you sour things. But Your Majesty has an order to ask your ancestors to protect Wuqi. Whoever dares to touch his hair will destroy him." The teeth were bumped into pieces, and Xiong Qing laughed and said: "I haven't eaten human flesh for a long time, and I missed it very much recently!"

The best way to deal with these scholars who think they are romantic is to put the sword on their necks. Thousands of passionate Wensheng closed their mouths one by one, and even Shangguan Yuhen, who had just given Wuqi a malicious look, closed his mouth tactfully. There is a bear demon who has achieved the six demon pills here, but he has only one person, and he is definitely not the opponent of the six bear demons.

Wuqi laughed, he called out, letting the six brothers Xiong Qing fall from the sky, and return to the ferry with heavy steps to wait.

With his hands behind his back, Wuqi looked at Yu Qianqian with a gray face and smiled: "It seems that everyone disagrees with Wuqi's statement? Hey, it's indeed a group of sanitary and slutty fools who claim to be well-educated people! Sister Yu, what topic will you do today's poetry and painting? Tell me!"

Yu Qianqian's lips were trembling, and she hadn't been able to say anything for a long time.

Princess Junle had long been smiling so that her eyes narrowed into a line. She looked at Wuqi with a smile and said with a gentle smile: "Sister Yu just commented on Shangguan Yuhen, the youngest elder Shangguan Yuhen in the Ritian Sword Sect, and then Sister Yu said that we, like mortals, cannot guess the realm of immortals. Today's title, follow the way, do not write about immortals, but specializes in poetry about ordinary people and village people and village men."

Looking at Yu Qianqian with a flashing eyes, Princess Zhengle said in a cold voice: "Sister Yu also said that the palace has a very good picture of beasts, and I want the palace to draw a galloping horse with fine brushwork here. However, I have never seen such a poor mount, so where can I draw a galloping horse picture?"

With a sneer, Wuqi walked to the side of the desk in front of Princess Zhengle and grabbed a thick stack of paper from the desk. This should be the poems that these young men described the lives of villagers and villagers before Wuqi came. However, so many young men present were either from powerful or scholarly scholars. Who had ever seen how villagers and villagers live?

The verses they wrote were only some four-character and five-character short sentences in the Book of Songs, with unchanging styles. Although the words were romantic and gorgeous, they were just some words such as "Zhan Mu Nanshan, Spinning Ya Jiji". What is the new meaning?

Wuqi suddenly burst into laughter when he looked at Yu Qianqian with an ugly face.

"The poems of the villagers and the villagers? Look at what you write about? Forget it, let you toads who have never seen the world, see what poetry is, what is pure and refined, and what is wild and interesting among villagers!"

After pondering for a while, Wuqi walked back and forth on the wooden platform, and chanted at the sky: "Dear flowers fall from clothes and towels, carts are heard in the south and north of the village, and ancient willows in cows sell vegetables and melons. The road is long and the road is long and sleepy. The sun is high and the people are thirsty and thinking about tea. I knock on the door and ask the wild family." Because I have never seen cucumbers in this world, I don't know if there is such a crop here, so Wuqi changed the cucumbers to 'vegetable melons'.

After saying a word, the seat was moved. Some of Wensheng, who was truly talented and knowledgeable, changed his expression and looked at Wuqi like a ghost.

Since he had plagiarized, he would plagiarize to the end. Wuqi's face was red and not red. After pretending to behave, he walked seven steps and chanted loudly: "The thatched eaves are low and the green grass on the stream. The old man and his mother are charming when they are drunk. Whose white hair is the old man and his elder son are weaving a chicken cage? The middle son is the one who likes the rogue child, and he lies on the head of the stream and peels lotus pods."

This song was as clear as water chestnuts that had just come out of water, fresh and tender water alive, and as soon as the lyrics with the style of the Dayan Dynasty's poems were spoken, the scene was even silent. Even the six Xiong Qing brothers were stunned when they heard it. The twelve ears were thundering desperately, and their eyes almost jumped out of their sockets.

Yu Qianqian looked at Wuqian with a dismal face, her face turned pale, and her body was shaking, and she didn't fall to the ground.

Wuqi walked three steps in place and continued to recite the word: "The bright moon leaves the branches and shocks the magpies, the breeze sings in the middle of the night. The fragrance of rice flowers says good luck, and the sound of frogs is heard. Seven or eight stars are outside the sky, two or three rains in front of the mountain. In the old days, the road turns to the stream and bridge suddenly see it."

The whole seat was shocked, and no one could say a word or a word. Most of the thousands of literati on the seat secretly crushed the paper in front of them and slowly hid it in their sleeves. The people who just scolded Wuqi downed their heads in shame.

Princess Junle held her chin with both hands and looked at Wuqi with a silly smile, her eyes full of stars.

Wuqi refused to give up. He smiled and said, "Today, Wuqi did not take a bath or change clothes. He just killed dozens of people to come here. Hahaha, the poem has been written, let's see how Wuqi's painting is. Come and serve me ink!"

Princess Zhengle jumped up and served Wuqi diligently behind the desk.
Chapter completed!