Yan Qi looked indifferent: "Arrogant? That's wrong. It should be said that I am indeed arrogant, but you are delusional. There is a big difference between these two words."
"Too arrogant."
Jie Sanjia was really furious.
This guy's words are very irritating, and he can overturn a cow with just one sentence.
Yan Qi still smiled: "Xie Jieyuan is so mad that you can't even write poetry. If you develop Alzheimer's disease, you will have to find a doctor to treat you."
"Be bold!"
Xie Sanjia slapped the table, eager to fight Yan Qi.
Yan Qi chuckled: "Xie Jieyuan, do you want to do it?"
Jie Sanjia really wants to hit someone.
However, looking at Yan Qi's strong and powerful appearance, he still endured this sigh.
"Hmph, I am a scholar, how can I fight with a gangster? Wouldn't that tarnish my reputation?"
Xie Sanjia was a little timid, thinking that after waiting, he would have to protect Yan Qi, the torture king.
"Yes, you are a scholar and I am a naughty boy. However, you must be careful. Don't lose to me, a naughty boy. Otherwise, you will not even be as good as a naughty boy."
"Will I lose to you? Just wait and see."
Jie Sanjia and Wu were internally burned. He no longer dared to talk to Yan Qi. He closed his eyes and began to ponder Fengqiao's poems.
The most outstanding thing about Yan Qi is to keep a normal mind.
Let you be blown by the wind and waves, I will remain unmoved.
Xie Jie Yuanqi's face turned purple, but he seemed to be fine.
Paralysis, for Seventh Brother, it is not easy for anyone except beautiful women.
Everything is based on the opinion.
Without breasts, it will definitely not work.
Wu Meizhi lit a stick of incense: "When the incense stick burns out, it is the time for competition. Mr. Yan, Xie Jieyuan, please show your talents."
Jie Jieyuan has already started meditating.
Jie Siwen whispered to the side: "Xie Jieyuan, we made a lot of money this time. Fengqiao Poetry was well prepared. Yan Qi was fooled this time."
Xie Jieyuan sneered inadvertently: "Don't talk, be careful to be heard."
"Hey, that guy Yan Qi is going to be embarrassed this time."
Jie Siwen was particularly happy. As long as Yan Qi could be embarrassed, he would jump with joy.
Especially when I saw the beautiful Yuan Bao surrounding Yan Qi asking for help, I felt particularly angry.
Yuan Bao's curvy body was so charming that Jie Siwen was so excited that he almost peed his pants.
However, with such a graceful body dangling in front of Yan Qi, wouldn't it be a huge disgrace?
Jie Siwen's face was full of evil thoughts: "Humph, Yuanbao, Yuanbao, aren't you just a kiln girl? How can a joker escape from my grasp? Watch me find Boss Tian of Chenxiang Pavilion and ask Boss Tian to sell you to Me, can you still run?"
"When I get you, I will ravage you so hard that you won't be able to survive or die."
Jie Sanjia frowned and meditated, but he was just pretending.
In fact, he had already prepared.
It's a coincidence.
A scholar from the capital city visited Suzhou. After he got drunk, he wrote a poem about Maple Bridge. However, when he sobered up, he forgot everything and couldn't even remember the poem.
Jie Sanjia was drinking with Academician Wang and happened to steal this poem.
And, it has never been made public.
Unexpectedly, it has come in handy now.
The level of this poem is half a point higher than Yan Qi's poem "Mooring at Night on the Maple Bridge", and it can be called a trump card.
This time, he was just pretending.
The talented men looked at Sanjia and then looked at Yan Qi.
This guy did not hesitate, splashed ink, and wrote with all his strength.
After writing it, I actually started drawing the music score.
Everyone felt strange.
"I'm just writing poetry. Why do I draw music scores? Do you want to hold a concert?"
Seeing that it was getting late, Yan Qi didn't want to wait too long, so she drew the music score, rubbed the ink on her hands, and said to Wu Meizhi: "Miss Meizhi, it's done."
"So fast?"
Wu Meizhi suddenly flashed her beautiful eyes, fearing that Yan Qi would be perfunctory.
She was very disgusted with Jie Jieyuan's ungrounded appearance, and she didn't want Jie Jieyuan to become her guest.
"Master Yan, do you want to think about it carefully?"
Yan Qi shook his head easily: "No need, such a simple thing doesn't require much effort."
Everyone was shocked.
Such a simple thing? Is it really that simple?
This B made Yan Qi pretend to be unpretentious and natural.
Yan Qi looked at Jie Sanjia and smiled slightly: "Otherwise, it's okay to wait for Jie Yuan for a while. After all, he has a stupid mind and slow reactions. It's appropriate to give him more time."
Ha ha!
Everyone burst out laughing.
Xie Sanjia snorted. He didn't hand in the poem prematurely because he was afraid of being seen through and his flaws exposed.
Now, since Yan Qi had handed in the paper, he didn't want to delay any longer, so he wrote a poem as fast as he could.
Everyone looked at the incense candle again, but it was only half burned, and they couldn't help but look at Xie Jieyuan and Yan Qi with admiration.
"In just half a stick of incense, both Xie Jieyuan and Yan Qiju have written poems. They can be said to be quick-witted and knowledgeable."
"Yes, give us half a stick of incense and I'm afraid even Mao won't be able to figure it out."
…
Xie Sanjia stood up and glanced at Yan Qi proudly: "Yan Qi, I will let you know today what it means to be a weirdo in poetry."
He read aloud: "The cruise ship docked at Hanshan Temple at night, and there was no need to worry about Jiang Feng's guests. Two phoenixes blew in the Shangtang River, and the bright moon in the sky did not return."
When everyone heard this, they were amazed.
"What a beautiful poem."
"It is rich in emotions, gripping, and has the feeling of going through many vicissitudes of life. It is truly powerful and can be passed down through the ages."
"This is strength. Unexpectedly, Xie Jieyuan is only thirty years old, but he can portray such a profound philosophy. He can truly be called a master-level figure."
…
Listening to Xie Sanjia's poems, Wu Meizhi frowned and felt anxious.
She didn't expect that Jie Sanjia's knowledge was so powerful.
Overnight, he was able to produce two masterpieces.
It can be said to be as difficult as climbing to the sky.
She looked at Yan Qi very worriedly, really afraid that Yan Qi would lose to Jie Jieyuan.
Moreover, no matter how powerful Yan Qi is, he may still be in trouble.
Jie Jieyuan looked proud and looked at Yan Qi with a smile: "How is this poem? I'm afraid you can't understand the three flavors of it because of your shallowness, right?"
Hearing everyone praise him made me feel very happy.
This masterpiece stolen from Academician Wang is simply invincible, is it Yan Qixing? Obviously not.
Jie Siwen laughed wildly: "Yan Qi, do you know how powerful you are now? Do you really think that Jie Jieyuan is a vegetarian? Let me tell you, Jie Jieyuan's casual recitation of poems is a hundred times deeper than yours. You still dare to reconcile with Jie Jieyuan now? Is it comparable to Yuan? I’m afraid you’re too embarrassed to talk about your work? Hahaha.”
Yan Qi shook his head and said leisurely: "It's not necessarily that you are ashamed to speak up. You can probably hope to be better."
Jie Sanjia's face was full of disdain: "Better? Huh, Yan Qi, bragging is useless. I want to hear now how good your masterpiece is. Read it out and let everyone judge who is better."
