Zhao Bingfang is a decent person.
Well……
At least he is a decent person in front of others.
Therefore, even if there was a cramping feeling in his stomach like a knife, he was still trying to maintain his dignity.
He hugged his fists towards Su Dongchu and said, "Mr. Su, I drank too much wine today and my stomach feels a little uncomfortable. I will ask you for poetry some other time. What do you think?"
"snort!"
Su Dongchu snorted coldly.
Jiang Yifeng quickly translated: "My young master said, there is no need to ask for advice, because you are not worthy."
"But if you lose this competition, there will always be some punishment. The young master asked you to shout that you are trash like the others before you left. Isn't this embarrassing for you?"
Hearing this, Zhao Bingfang glared at Jiang Yifeng angrily.
Where are you, you fucking bastard?
Your young master just snorted, how come two sentences were translated into your mouth?
These are the words your young master wants to say, and what’s more, are you the ones who want to say them?
Zhao Bingfang wanted to yell, but with his status, it was impossible for him to quarrel with a book boy.
Besides, his stomach felt really uncomfortable right now, and he felt like a thousand-mile embankment was about to collapse.
So, he cupped his hand again and said, "Mr. Su, I am willing to admit defeat. When I leave, I will shout that I am trash... and say goodbye."
Not even bothering to say goodbye to the county guard and other elders, Zhao Bingfang crossed his legs and ran outside with small steps.
Seeing this, Jiang Yifeng wanted to hold Zhao Bingfang and chat for a while, but he was worried that Zhao Bingfang would suddenly release biochemical weapons while he was getting close, so he had to give up.
such a pity!
There is still not enough laxative prepared. I will increase the dose next time and try to prevent him from talking.
"Does anyone know what happened in the No. 1 Scholar Building?"
"I don't know! Could it be that you were stimulated by Mr. Zhao?"
"There is a possibility that Mr. Zhao's three poems overwhelmed the audience, making others feel ashamed and leave the table angrily."
"I think that's it. Mr. Zhao is a master of poetry. Others can't write better poems, so they can only leave in frustration."
At this time, the scholars outside the Zhuangyuan Building unanimously believed that the famous scholars who participated in the Zhongyuan Poetry Meeting were all stimulated by Zhao Bingfang.
"I am rubbish, I am rubbish, I am rubbish..."
However, at this moment, Zhao Bingfang ran out shouting that he was trash.
Ignoring the shocked expressions of others, he quickly ran to his carriage and ordered the driver to take him home quickly.
Although the coachman didn't understand why Zhao Bingfang was in such a hurry, he didn't dare to neglect and rushed back to the carriage.
Unexpectedly, Zhao Bingfang was so famous in Suzhou City that many scholars regarded him as their idol. Now that they finally met in person, they naturally surrounded the carriage, hoping to have a chat with Zhao Bingfang.
"Mr. Zhao, I have always liked your poems. Today I am lucky enough to see you in person. Can you tell me about it?"
"Mr. Zhao, the third poem you just wrote is so good. It has the power to swallow up mountains and rivers. I admire it very much."
"Master Zhao, Master Zhao..."
In the past, Zhao Bingfang would have enjoyed this feeling of being admired, and would have stepped out of the carriage to talk to these people to show that he was approachable.
But now, he just wants to curse because he really can't hold it in anymore.
Finally, at the moment when an enthusiastic fan opened the curtain, Zhao Bingfang could no longer control his sphincter and released it to his heart's content.
puff……
Puff puff...
Puff puff……
If I could use an idiom to describe this moment, it would be loud and clear.
At this moment, all the scholars surrounding the carriage, including the fanatical fan, were all stunned on the spot.
After being stunned for a while, the enthusiastic fan clasped his fists and said, "Sorry to bother you, please continue."
After saying that, the fanatic fans closed the curtain, pinched their noses and ran away.
The other scholars also silently released their grip on the carriage and stepped back to make way for the carriage.
"It's over!"
"My great reputation is gone!"
Zhao Bingfang was heartbroken. He never imagined that one day he would lose the face he valued most in this way.
He wanted to die.
"The fourth masterpiece of the Zhongyuan Poetry Society is from Yuelu Academy, written by Su Dongchu, the leader of poetry, for all students to appreciate!"
"The Sheriff's comment: One word can overwhelm the Zhou Dynasty, one word within a word, the top of the top."
At this moment, the voice of the man from the Zhuangyuan Building sounded, followed by the sound of 'dah-dah' coming downstairs.
"Shikui Su Dongchu?"
"That dandy is Shikui?"
"Although Mr. Zhao just... was a bit indecent, I don't believe Su Dongchu can compare to him in terms of poetry."
"Zhao Gongzi's third poem is already at its peak. I want to see what level the top of this peak is."
"Huh, that's a very crazy comment."
Just like they had questioned Zhao Bingfang before, these scholars began to question whether Su Dongchu was operating in secret.
After all, Zhao Bingfang's third poem is really good. It's the kind that would take a long time to appear in the Great Zhou Dynasty.
However, when the word "Jiang Jinjiu" was displayed, all the scholars' eyes widened with just one glance.
Immediately afterwards, a scholar bowed to the hanging "Jiangjinjiu" with a pious face, "I actually suspected that such a master was operating behind the scenes. It is really a sin."
Another scholar with white hair suddenly burst into laughter, but tears flowed from his eyes, "Haha... I am born with talents that will be useful... I understand, I understand, there are so many roads in the world, why bother with official career."
After saying that, he seemed to have put down his shackles, and his whole body felt much more relaxed.
"Although Mr. Zhao's poems are also very good, they are far different from this poem 'Come into the Wine'."
"After reading this poem, I suddenly became enlightened. Good words, good words, good words..."
"The Lord Sheriff's comment is correct. This poem is completely worthy of it. One word surpasses the Great Zhou, the word within the word is the top of the peak."
"The wine is about to be served. Don't stop drinking. Everyone, go drink!"
"Go drink!"
Some scholars with good personal connections invited me to go drinking together in twos and twos.
At this moment, they don't want to study, they don't want fame and wealth, they don't want the troubles in life, they just want to get drunk and be happy.
As for the Zhongyuan Poetry Society, it ended the moment "Jiang Jinjiu" was posted. In the next three years... no, in the next ten or twenty years, as long as there is a Zhongyuan Poetry Society, this poem will be was taken out.
This song 'will enter the wine' will be banished for eternity.
"Let's go too!"
Su Yingxue's body was trembling slightly. Even at this moment, she didn't quite believe that Su Dongchu could write the words "will enter the wine".
It’s really...so shocking!
"Um!"
Jiang Yifeng nodded, put the drunken Su Dongchu on his shoulders, and followed Su Yingxue and left.
And not long after the three people left, the clerk from Zhuangyuan Building hurriedly ran up.
"Boss, ladies and gentlemen, the scholars outside were very excited after reading 'Jiang Jinjiu'. Many of them were clamoring to see Shikui, Mr. Su."
"What?"
Wang Kun's father's face changed suddenly and he said loudly: "Hurry up and chase that book boy, he took Shikui away."
"Oh my god, if I don't bring Shi Kui back, those scholars will go crazy and destroy my No. 1 Scholar Building."
