Discuss something.
What can be discussed?
Don’t you just want to find yourself writing poetry?
Su Yu was short of money before, so naturally the price was right, so he accepted everyone who came.
Now that his bookstore has a lot of income, he doesn't have to do this kind of thing anymore.
However, if a former classmate is in trouble, he still needs to help.
After all, Wang Yuanfeng helped Peng Tiancheng out of trouble just now, which shows that this person's character is not too bad.
Su Yu nodded slightly and agreed.
The two of them were whispering under the noses of the Fang brothers and sisters.
The two brothers and sisters also looked at it curiously, wondering what Wang Yuanfeng was suddenly whispering to the person next to him.
At this moment, Miss Fang noticed Su Yu next to Wang Yuanfeng.
Placed in the field, she was angry.
Although she saw Su Yu, she didn't look much at it.
Now when I took a closer look, I realized that this man was even more handsome than he had just taken a rough look at.
Wang Yuanfeng, a noble-looking young man, could be said to be inconspicuous against the backdrop of his robes made of ordinary materials.
Miss Fang couldn't help but look at this man a few more times.
Wang Yuanfeng was happy after receiving Su Yu's reply.
He smiled and said to Miss Fang, "It's okay to write a poem for you."
"But I don't have enough literary talent. I need time to think about it."
"How about Miss Fang following your brother around here first and looking at other people's poems?"
"After I finish writing it, I will personally give it to Miss Fang."
Although it would be better to write it down in person and give it as a gift, Wang Yuanfeng is really incompetent.
The two Fang brothers and sisters naturally took a step back and waited for Wang Yuanfeng to finish writing and show it to them.
Miss Fang was still very curious and told Wang Yuanfeng: "Brother Wang must write some more. There will be a gathering of Miss Fucheng in a few days. I will take it to everyone for tasting."
This was the purpose of her requesting Wang Yuanfeng to write poetry.
It doesn't matter whether he writes well or not.
If you write it well, you can show it off to others when you take it out.
If it's not well written, take it out and laugh with others.
The effects are almost the same.
Wang Yuanfeng twitched the corners of his lips and continued to fake a smile.
"Okay, let me think about it carefully."
"Zhihe, take Mr. Fang and Miss Fang around here."
Du Zhihe is a member of their group. He comes from a good family and has just been admitted as a scholar.
No matter how arrogant the Fang brothers and sisters are, they will not offend him casually.
Therefore, it is most appropriate to leave this job to him.
Du Zhihe didn't want to pay attention to the two siblings, but he still pretended to be enthusiastic.
"I happen to have admired Brother Fang's talent for a long time. How about we take a look at the poems written by other people present?"
After saying that, he took the two brothers and sisters to look around at someone else's place.
Most of the people at the venue were preparing poems, and they didn’t feel stage fright when seeing people visiting.
Some even wrote it down on the spot and generously asked those who came to see them to give them some advice.
Seeing that the attention of the Fang brothers and sisters was attracted, Su Yu asked Wang Yuanfeng in a low voice: "What kind of poem does Mr. Wang want?"
"Describe love, scenery, or beauty?"
"Just write about the woman named Fang." Wang Yuanfeng looked over there with disgust on his face.
"Just a few compliments are enough. There is no need to write too well, lest she really fall in love with me."
Although the Wang family and the Fang family are quite familiar, Mr. Wang also intends to bring his son and Miss Fang together.
But Miss Fang looks down on Wang Yuanfeng.
And Wang Yuanfeng himself didn't like Miss Fang either.
That girl has a bad temper and is extremely domineering.
If she hadn't had a good aunt, she probably wouldn't have been able to get married.
Su Yu listened to his request and thought about it for a while.
But after a few poems turned around in my mind, I felt that Miss Fang was a little unworthy.
Fortunately, Wang Yuanfeng had the same idea as him.
He said quietly again: "How about forget it."
"If I really write something praising her, Fang will probably brag in front of others, saying how much I care about her."
"She is not worthy of my praise!"
"Huh? What do you want, Mr. Wang?" Su Yu asked curiously.
"It's better..."
Wang Yuanfeng smiled mischievously and said, "Miss Fang wants to use my poems to amuse the ladies in the city."
"Then write something she can't handle?"
"Don't she always say that she is generous?"
"When her shoes got a little wet, she would make things difficult for her. If she had covered her face, I would have thought some dominatrix would be so troublesome."
"My father is the only one who can pamper her with such a stingy temper. I will not pamper her."
"Just write her as stingy and make her mad!"
"Let's see if she dares to ask for poems from me in the future!"
Dude, do you really think he doesn’t know?
Want to use what he wrote to make everyone laugh?
Can this matter in Fucheng be hidden from him?
Write about being stingy?
Su Yu really couldn't finish writing the verses of praise.
But it’s much easier to change the track.
but......
Su Yu said: "If Miss Fang knew that this poem was written by me, the dinosaur..."
The Wang family and the Fang family are about the same strength, so Wang Yuanfeng can do whatever he wants.
But I am just a young scholar now, and I don't want to get into trouble.
Wang Yuanfeng knew that Su Yu's family had no background.
After all, it was Mr. Wang himself who wanted to curse.
Wang Yuanfeng was brave enough to take responsibility, so naturally he would not use this matter to provoke Su Yu's Fang brothers and sisters.
"This problem is easy to solve."
He directly picked up the pen and said: "You can tell me sentence by sentence, and I can write it down."
That way there's no problem.
Even if they just know that the two of them know.
Su Yu agreed to Wang Yuanfeng's proposal.
After confirming Wang Yuanfeng's request, Su Yu thought for a while and quickly thought of a quite suitable poem.
Su Yu whispered in Wang Yuanfeng's ear.
After hearing the first sentence, Wang Yuanfeng was a little suspicious.
When Su Yu finished his second sentence, he immediately smiled.
"You boy, you are worthy of being the head of the case. You really have something on you."
Su Yu's face didn't change, and he smiled lightly and said, "Young Master Wang has learned well, it has nothing to do with me."
"Yes!" Wang Yuanfeng agreed cheerfully.
Pick up the pen and start writing.
After finishing writing, Wang Yuanfeng took the paper and dried it himself before slowly rolling it up.
Just then, the Fang brothers and sisters came back from a circle.
Wang Yuanfeng handed over the drawing paper tied in his hand.
"Here, this is the poem I gave to Miss Fang."
"Did you write it down?" Miss Fang took it unexpectedly.
Just as he was about to open it, Wang Yuanfeng stopped him.
He smiled and said, "You can read it again when you get back."
Miss Fang thought that Wang Yuanfeng's writing was too poor and he was too embarrassed to show his shame in front of everyone.
She was full of curiosity and pretended to be considerate and said, "Okay, then I'll take a look when I get back."
After saying that, he turned around.
He took his maid to find a deserted corner, and couldn't wait to open it and take a look.
The maid aside said: "Miss, I don't know what kind of poem Mr. Wang wrote for you."
"I guess this slave is the one who praised the young lady's beauty?"
Miss Fang said: "Do you still want him to praise my appearance?"
"It's true that my lady's good character is hidden inside and can't be seen clearly by outsiders. But Brother Wang has known me since we were young, so he must know it better than others."
"Let's see how he praises me. Then I can find someone else to show off to."
I opened the drawing paper quite proudly and started reading.
However, this look made Miss Fang's nose almost crooked with anger.
The colorful chrysanthemums bloomed just right on the drawing paper, and four lines of words were written on it.
“A needle that has been refined a thousand times and hammered a thousand times can turn the cloth upside down.
His eyes are on his buttocks, and he only recognizes clothes but not people. "
