Daming King of Punishment

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"Tang Chuan, stop talking nonsense here! Just because of you, you can be a member of high school? I even doubt how you got here!"

Some scholars stood up to question Tang Chuan. He couldn't believe that Tang Chuan would be able to meet Yuan in high school.

Under his questioning voice, the fat man said again: "Huh! What a joke, why can't we get into high school? Don't you believe it, the top three in this test will be the three of us!"

Fatty's words became more and more shocking, and the expression on his face was so calm that no one could see that he was joking.

But Tang Chuan and another rich boy sitting next to him just smiled, neither confirmed nor defended, looking confident.

"I'm waiting for a happy gathering today. Since Young Master Ma suggested it, then Tang will express it!" This young master Tang is really rude, and the fat man just said that, and he became interested, and he got up and yelled at everyone .

This guy was just entertaining himself. Few of the people present were willing to hear what poems he made here, but he didn't take it seriously at all, and he still went his own way.

"Brother Wu Ya, I really want to see if this guy has any literary talents." Bai Zhuo suddenly laughed, very happy.

Just now, someone has already said that these three people are all ignorant people. It is indeed a funny thing that this Young Master Tang wants to compose poems in front of a large audience.

As soon as Bai Zhuo's voice fell, Master Tang started.

"We are gathering here today, everyone, please listen to what I have to say. The head of the Enke Council is none other than me, Mr. Tang!"

This young master Tang recited a poem, but what he got in return was the silence of the audience, without a single sound, which was extremely embarrassing.

After a pause for a long time, there was still no response from the crowd. Fatty Ma, who had proposed earlier, immediately stood up and clapped his hands and shouted: "Good poetry, good poetry! Young Master Tang should keep calligraphy for such quatrains! Come on, Xiaoer immediately Serve the pen and ink!"

Until now, Young Master Tang felt better, and his face was somewhat reassured.

However, when the fat man's words came out, all the disciples who were silent at first let out sighs.

"It's completely nonsense, what kind of poetry is this!"

"Yeah! It really stained our ears."

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Except for the fat man on the horse, none of the other candidates present had a nice word to say.It's no wonder they are so angry, who made this Young Master Tang say that he has already graduated from Huiyuan before Enke started.

Song Wuya looked at Bai Zhuo, who also had a look of contempt on his face.

"What? Brother Bai doesn't like this poem! Still don't like this Young Master Tang?"

"I don't like all of them. This person is not very good, and the poems he made are not very good!" Bai Zhuo said disdainfully.

But Song Wuya sang against him: "I think it's okay, at least it sounds catchy!"

Bai Zhuo was stunned for a moment, and frowned: "Hey! Brother Wu Ya, who are you talking for? You don't look at the situation around here. Could it be that you want to find a way to fight?"

"Brother Bai, what you said is wrong." Song Wuya smiled slightly, picked up the teacup in front of him, got up and walked straight to that young master Tang.

"Young Master Tang, I see that everyone here is very dissatisfied with you!" Song Wuya came up to Young Master Tang with a teacup in his hand, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he signaled Young Master Tang to pay attention to the expressions of other people around.

Young Master Tang could naturally see it, but Song Wuya who appeared suddenly surprised him.

"Who are you? What do you want to do?" Young Master Tang still looked arrogant and domineering, and asked after looking Song Wuya up and down indifferently.

Naturally, he wouldn't know Song Wuya, I'm afraid he didn't know many people present.

"First of all, I will replace wine with tea. Congratulations to Young Master Tang's high school reunion." Song Wuya picked up the teacup and said such unexpected words as soon as he opened his mouth.

"Brother Wuya, you..." Bai Zhuo was suddenly frightened.

Under such circumstances, Song Wuya's words would undoubtedly arouse public outrage.No matter what his purpose is, I am afraid it will be difficult to escape.

Abusive voices resounded all around in an instant, and they all turned their finger on Song Wuya from Young Master Tang.After all, Song Wuya's flattering words made them even more unhappy.

Song Wuya ignored this and still smiled at Young Master Tang.

That Young Master Tang probably didn't expect Song Wuya to come out like this, and he was completely stunned. He didn't wake up until he saw Song Wuya beckoning again after the curses resounded around him, and he immediately picked up the teacup and poured it The tea in the cup was drained in one gulp.

"This brother has a noble surname!" Young Master Tang had an incomparably bright smile on his face. After all, when he was under siege, someone stood up to congratulate him. This was a very embarrassing thing for him. things.

"My surname is Song. I just listened to a quatrain written by Young Master Tang. I deeply admire Young Master Tang's literary talents. I am here to make acquaintance with Young Master Tang." Song Wuya was still full of compliments, and he had to raise his voice. , so as not to be drowned out by the abuse around here.

Young master Tang received unprecedented praise, and he was very excited.

"Mr. Song is absurdly praised, Tang is not talented, and dare not talk about literary talents." It is rare that this Young Master Tang also knows how to be modest, which is really surprising.

"Young masters, here comes the pen and ink." The waiter brought the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and served him in front of Young Master Tang.

Young Master Tang nodded, and the fat man and another person immediately took the Four Treasures of the Study from the waiter, and spread the rice paper on the table.

Young Master Tang immediately picked up the pen, and taking advantage of the current interest, he swayed and left the poem he just wrote on the paper, and also attached his name and seal.

Seeing him happily picking up the rice paper, Song Wuya immediately stretched out his hand and said, "Master Tang, you are too modest. This kind of calligraphy should be admired by everyone. How can it be written on this small paper?" Can it work? I think this one should be given to me as a gift. You are moving your hands and leaving this poem on the wall of this teahouse. Now that you are in high school, you will definitely succeed in the imperial examination in a month or so, and even more in the future. The official career is prospering, and every day is changing. Leave this poem in this teahouse, and those who come to the exam in the future will still be able to see Tang Shao's majestic appearance!"

Not to mention, Song Wuya, who never does such things on weekdays, did not expect that his level of flattering is not low.These few words uttered, and this young master Tang was almost blown away.Anyone can see at this moment that this young master Tang is already in high spirits, with a triumphant look on his face.

"Oh! Brother Song, aren't you embarrassing Tang? We should be humble. It's too ostentatious to do so, isn't it?" Young Master Tang became humble, and Song Wuya felt troubled when he spoke. I was thinking about how to get him to leave this poem on the wall of the teahouse.But before he could think about it, Young Master Tang suddenly changed the subject, and said righteously: "However, Brother Song, you are right. It should be left for future generations to look up to, so that the bitter students who come in the future can Take Tang as a role model, and be active in high school, instead of falling out of the list."

"Well said!" Fatty Ma, who had never flattered Young Master Tang since Song Wuya came over, stood up and clapped his hands, "Young Master Tang is right. We take part in the imperial examination just to gain fame? How many students nowadays lack self-confidence and believe that they can't pass the exam. Just let them see, look at the majestic appearance of Young Master Tang! Let them use it as an example."

Song Wuya Song Wuya was also among these people, but now seeing their valiant and high-spirited appearances, it felt really weird.

Of course, in any case, his own purpose was achieved.After all, this Young Master Tang really wanted to leave this poem on the wall of the inn!

After finishing speaking, Young Master Tang and Fatty Ma, who had finished his pen and ink, came to the east wall of the teahouse together.

The wall is white and clean, and there has never been a slight stain on it.Young Master Tang looked at the wall for a long time, and after waiting for a while, he finally found the right place to leave this poem in the middle of the wall.

Just as he stood there, Fatty Ma immediately stopped him: "Young Master Tang, you can't write it here!"

"Huh? It can't be written here, so where should I write it? I am so dignified and respectful, do I still want to write it in this corner? Then if someone comes here to inscribe poems in the future, won't they be able to see my poem?" ?” Young Master Tang was very displeased, after all, he felt that only by writing it in the middle could he be worthy of his Huiyuan status.

And the reason why Fatty Ma stopped him, of course, had his intentions.

"Young Master Tang, you don't have to worry. You inscribe this poem on the place near the window, and other places will flow out. Find a good painter and paint Tang Shaoyou's heroic figure on the spare space next to it. Are you still afraid that others will make trouble again?"

After understanding what Fatty Ma meant, Young Master Tang burst out laughing, patted Fatty Ma on the shoulder and kept praising him.

"Young Master Ma, it doesn't matter that you can't speak on the spot on weekdays. But what you said today made Tang look at me with admiration! Admiration!"

After the two flattered each other, Young Master Tang readily accepted Fatty Ma's opinion.

Chapter 578 I'm Reviled

Chapter 578 Being Reviled

Watching them write poems on the wall, completely forgetting the abuse behind them.But at this moment, Song Wuya looked down at the piece of rice paper in his hand, the ink was completely dry, so he folded it without any fuss and put it in his arms.