OK. It will be a game soon. You will know soon whether I am a fake scholar, and whether you are a big head or not, you will know soon. After a while, whoever couldn't bring out anything had to kneel down and imitate the barking of a dog three times. How about it, are you brave enough to compete with me? "Jia Wen also looked at Feng Le like a monkey and said provocatively, not hiding the contemptuous expression on his face.
Hearing what Jia Wenyi said, Feng Le, who was still a little lucky, became nervous at this time.
"This scholar should have some skills, otherwise he wouldn't dare to be so arrogant and calm." Feng Le subconsciously wanted to escape.
However, the quarrel between the two had attracted the attention of everyone present. If he didn't dare to respond at this time, then how could he have the dignity to come here to eat and listen to music in the future?
If it were just the opinion of some insignificant people, Feng Le felt that it would be nothing if it was a little embarrassing. But if the goddess Qihong in his heart knew about it, what would she think of him?
So, Feng Leqiang held on to his last bit of dignity and said stubbornly: "Okay, just wait and see! There is no chance that I will bark these three times."
"Haha, it's a joke, if you don't scream? Who else can scream if you don't scream?" Jia Wen also shook his head with only a thin braid and said with a laugh.
"Ha ha…"
Seeing Jia Wen's funny look, everyone onlookers couldn't help laughing.
"I don't know who called him." Feng Le took out the same tactics he used when guarding prisoners and said coldly.
"Huh, arrogance requires strength. The unlearned and ignorant can only speak quickly, and they will see the real tricks soon." Jia Wen also replied fiercely, and then sat back in his seat and fell silent. He stood up and seemed to be imagining a poem for the competition.
Seeing this, Feng Le breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.
If Feng Le continues to quarrel with Jia Wenyi, Feng Le will definitely not be Jia Wenyi's opponent. Now Jia Wen is willing to calm down, which is the best thing for Feng Le.
If it weren't for the fact that he would not lose face in front of the goddess in his heart, Feng Le would be unwilling to face these literati and talented people. Although they can't lift with their hands or resist with their shoulders, they are still very good at quarreling.
Because Feng Le was born as a jailer, he could not take part in the imperial examination, and therefore had no chance of becoming an official. Therefore, Feng Le felt in his heart that he was much inferior to literati like them. Normally, Feng Le would try not to provoke them as much as possible, so as not to provoke anything more troublesome than poking a honeycomb.
However, when he saw Jia Wenyi sitting back in his seat meditating on his work, Feng Le felt extremely pressured and followed him before he could relax.
"Damn it, I don't know two words at all, how can I compose poems and songs?" Although Feng Le agreed easily, but if he wanted to write poems and songs, how could Feng Le know how to do it? If there wasn't such a person here, Feng Le would have wanted to slap himself hard.
The night on the second floor of Piaoxiang Building is always lively, and competitions between literati and elegant scholars are also common, but they are also limited to elegant fights and bets on things that are not offensive to elegance. It's rare to see a scene like today's. This was all about kneeling down and barking like a dog, which naturally attracted the attention of many good people.
"Which one of them is more likely to kneel down and imitate the barking of a dog?" At this time, a few whispers flowed out in the hall.
"Let me see, that scholar probably has some ability, and the other guy is very likely to be mediocre."
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"Brother Feng is so amazing. He can even write poems and songs. I really admire him." Looking at Feng Le who also sat back down, Wang Li quickly filled the tea cup in front of Feng Le and said.
"Haha..." Feng Le picked up the tea cup and took a sip, but smiled awkwardly.
"I want to say that I can't read even two Chinese characters. Do you believe it?" Feng Le said in a low voice.
"No way! How can you compare with him?" Wang Li replied in surprise.
"It's not just to fight for this face." Feng Le said with a bitter smile.
"Then what do you do now?" Jiang Wei asked softly.
"I don't know either. I just want to ask you if you have any good ideas." Feng Le said.
"Brother Feng, I can either spend some money to find someone to write an article for you. It's better to pay some money than to lose face," Wang Li said.
"It's a good idea. But the competition will start soon. I'm afraid it's too late. Can you two read and write? Can you write poetry and lyrics?" Feng Le asked.
"It's not like you don't know what's going on with me. I'm much worse than you. It's okay for me to fight with a knife, but it's too difficult for me to read. I've always been able to read but I can't read, let alone write poetry." Jiang Wei replied.
"Like Jiang Wei, I really can't help you, Brother Feng." Wang Li also echoed.
"What should I do? Where can I get some poems and songs?" Feng Le couldn't help but become anxious at this moment.
"Wait a minute, Brother Feng. Did you just talk about poetry and poetry?" Wang Li suddenly interrupted Feng Le and asked.
"Yes." Feng Le nodded and replied.
"Poetry, we have no choice. But for 'song', maybe we can give it a try. Even children's songs are still songs!" Wang Li said.
"Yes! Brother, you are so right." After hearing Wang Li's words, Feng Le patted his thigh and said as if he was enlightened.
"Here you go, gentlemen, your dishes..." As he spoke, the waiter brought over Feng Le's dishes one after another.
"Come on, brother Wang, eat a chicken leg. Brother Jiang, you can eat one too." Feng Le gave the two of them a drumstick and filled up the drinks they just served, then asked: "Piaoxiang Tower has regulations. Songs must be It's new and has been heard by a few people. I wonder if the two brothers have listened to any new songs recently?"
"Brother Feng, I'm really sorry. All I know are some old ballads, not many, so I guess I can't help." Wang Li stared at the drumstick, but replied a little embarrassedly.
"I'm the same. I haven't heard anyone singing any new songs recently." Jiang Wei bit into the chicken leg and said.
"That's it..." Feng Le had another headache.
"Sir, I wonder if you are participating in the competition or providing bonuses?" At this time, the waiter who came to register for the competition came over and asked.
"It was a competition..." Feng Le replied firmly.
"Okay, what's your guest's work?" the waiter asked.
"Song, lyrics..." Feng Le replied, feeling a little panicked. Jiang Wei and Wang Li were powerless when they saw this.
"Okay, guest. This is your pen and paper. After you finish writing, you will give it to me. I will take it to the backstage to compose music for Miss Qihong." The waiter said.
"What? Did Miss Qihong compose the music herself?" The waiter's words made Feng Le's pupils shrink, and he asked excitedly.
"Yes." The waiter nodded.
"Waiter, that's it." Feng Le pulled the waiter down embarrassedly and whispered in his ear.
"In that case, sir, please follow me backstage, and I'll find someone to write it for you." After listening to Feng Le's whisper, the waiter said to him naturally.
"Okay, I'll just bother the waiter." Feng Le hugged his fists at the waiter and followed him away.
Jiang Wei and Wang Li were confused by the situation in front of them.
"Hey, are you planning to run away because you know you can't write anymore?" Seeing Feng Le preparing to leave, Jia Wen also sneered at him.
"You're thinking too much, and you'll know in a moment." After Feng Le said this, he followed the waiter and left.
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