Although the people around were all spectators, cheering for Ni Wenchun, when they met beauties like Chu Qinghan and Chu Youyi, they were inevitably willing to come over and chat with them.
This birthday poem had one line left and one line right that sounded in Fang Zheng's ears.
He picked his ears and felt a little uncomfortable.
Sure enough, it's still not suitable for such an occasion. If this was a celebrity quotation contest, it would be a whole two sentences.
If the poetry meeting doesn't choose a topic, I can barely show my face.
After the five or six people around him chanted, Chu Qinghan thanked Fang Zhengyi one by one with a smile on his face, then looked at Fang Zhengyi and said softly: "Master Fang, don't you write a poem?"
Facing Chu Qinghan's gaze, Fang Zheng hesitated.
I didn’t bring a gift for my birthday, so it’s not too much to ask for a poem now... But I really can’t think of a birthday poem...
Chu Qinghan looked at Fang Zheng with his eyebrows contemplating, obviously already thinking about it, and couldn't help but become nervous.
Others present didn’t understand Fang Zhengyi’s poetry, so didn’t she know it?
The export must be extraordinary, I wonder what kind of masterpiece he will make...
The people around him also looked curious, what ability did this man in commoner have to attract such a beautiful woman like Chu Qinghan, and their curious eyes also focused on Fang Zhengyi.
Seeing so many people watching, Fang Zheng sighed inwardly.
I can only do it hard!
The next second, Fang Zheng said with a stupefied face: "The grass in Lili Plain wilts and grows every year. Wildfires cannot burn it out, but the spring breeze blows and grows again."
After the poem was recited, dozens of people around him fell silent, and they all recited it in their hearts.
After a while, someone raised his head and said, "Okay, okay, but what does it have to do with today's theme?"
"One year old and one year old...it won't stick even with a hard sticker!"
"Yes, brother, are you here to recite poems?"
Fang Zheng had no expression on his face, and felt like crying but had no tears in his heart.
Am I just here to recite poems? I should have kept a low profile and stayed away from Chu Qinghan.
"It doesn't count! This one doesn't count. Brother, you can't rely on it. This poem has a limited number of topics. If you use it freely, wouldn't it be a violation of the rules?"
Facing the questions, Fang Zheng was thinking about how to speak, when Zhou Tie stepped forward and stood in front of him.
She turned and grinned at him.
If others don't know, doesn't he know what the master is? As a bandit leader, it's okay to curse and kill people, but forget about writing poems.
You have to go up and muddy the water and save the master’s face. What will happen to Zhang Biao in the future? Haha!
"Don't worry, everyone, I also have a poem!" Zhou Tie shouted.
With such a shout, everyone's attention was instantly attracted.
Zhou Tie added: "I am not very talented, but today poetry is booming, and I have a wonderful poem. But it is not for Miss Chu, but for..."
"Sir, what's the name of that girl on the stage?" Zhou Tie turned around and asked in a low voice.
"Zhiyin."
"This poem is for Miss Zhiyin. I fell in love with Miss Zhiyin at first sight, so I wrote a poem specifically for her."
As soon as Zhou Tie finished speaking, there was a burst of applause.
All the scholars present looked happy.
Although today is Chu Qinghan’s birthday, the scene of confessing on the spot is obviously more interesting!
Fang Zhengyi nodded secretly.
Zhou Tie is still a capable person. Although he is a martial artist, his mind works very quickly, and he didn't expect to be able to compose poetry!
It was indeed a wise choice not to bring Zhang Biao today to help him out.
On the stage, Chen Zhiyin stood up with her arms in her arms, her cheeks slightly red, and she looked slightly surprised.
She was originally a singer who was invited to play a supporting role, but she didn't expect someone to confess her love to him in public.
This person is considered tall and upright, but he doesn't know how to be talented in literature.
"Zhiyin would like to thank you, Master. Please do it."
"Okay, then I'll read it!" Zhou Tie opened his arms, took out what he had learned throughout his life in the brothel, shook his head and said:
"You're a pretty girl, and your hair is raised up. If you want to go up and touch it, your heart will skip a beat!"
Fang Zhengyi: "..."
After reading a poem, the whole audience was shocked and fell into silence.
Chu Qinghan had completely fallen into a daze, while Chu Youyi covered her face and turned her back to Zhou Tie, not daring to look at him again.
Chen Zhiyin on the stage felt as if she had been struck by lightning.
Proposing in public was such a wonderful thing, but the next moment it turned into a blatant hooligan!
Even though she was just a lowly singer, she felt extremely humiliated at this moment.
With a livid face, Chen Zhiyin picked up the pipa with both hands, slammed it on the ground, and walked away without looking back.
The pipa fell to the ground, its strings broke, and it buzzed for a lifetime.
The scholars woke up and glared at Zhou Tie.
Suddenly someone yelled: "This is an obscene poem! How dare this man molest a woman in public! Kick him out!"
"Where did the stinky gangster sneak in? Get out!"
"Get out! Get out!" Angry voices began to gather.
Zhou Tie was not afraid at all, he took a step back and whispered to Fang Zhengyi: "How are you doing, master?"
"Okay, the poetry talent is not inferior to mine." Fang Zheng gave a very high evaluation with a slumped face, "You can go to Miss Zhiyin later to apologize."
When Zhou Tie nodded, the voices of condemnation around him were getting louder and louder.
Chu Qinghan held his forehead and had a headache.
How did a good poetry meeting become like this in the blink of an eye?
How could this bastard write such an obscene poem and speak it out in public without any shame? But he is a Fang Zhengyi person and cannot be chased away.
"Everyone! Everyone! Today is Qinghan's birthday. Please give me some respect. Mr. Zhou must have drunk too much just now and made a rude statement. I hope everyone will forgive me." Chu Qinghan couldn't help but relieve the atmosphere.
In the excitement of the crowd, and most of these people were invited by Ni Wenchun, no one went to listen to Chu Qinghan, who was still cursing relentlessly.
This scene has already been seen by Ni Wenchun who is not far away.
The corners of his mouth have reached behind his ears.
The two people Chu Qinghan brought in were idiots. It seemed that he was overly concerned.
Now is your chance to show off!
When Chu Qinghan was in a dilemma, Ni Wenchun stepped out from the crowd and said loudly: "Everyone, today is Miss Chu Qinghan's birthday. The master doesn't care, so please stop making trouble!"
As soon as he spoke, the situation quickly calmed down, and he just looked at Zhou Tie with a stern look.
Ni Wenchun felt doubly proud. He walked up to Chu Qinghan and said with a smile: "Miss Chu, it's okay now. Do you want to rest for a while?"
Chu Qinghan forced a smile and said: "Thank you Mr. Ni, but I'm fine. Let's continue."
After saying that, he turned to look at Fang Zhengyi and asked, "Mr. Fang, why don't you and your friend find a place to rest first? Youyi, help Mr. Fang find a seat."
Chu Youyi nodded slightly and gently tugged on Fang Zhengyi's cuffs.
This inadvertent action was instantly caught by Ni Wenchun!
An unknown fire ignited. How dare you touch my woman?
He narrowed his eyes and looked at Fang Zheng: "Mr. Fang, the poem I just listened to you was very elegant, but the poem was not on topic. Can you write another one?"
Fang Zhengyi had already made a move, but his steps suddenly stagnated when he heard him speak.
I'm starting to feel a little unhappy today, and there are still bastards who are rushing to the muzzle of the gun.
He turned around and said mockingly: "What if I don't do it?"
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