Wen Tian didn't expect to meet Wen Zeming at this time, nor did he expect that he would be so brave to come to Sifang Town. Wen Tian always thought that Wen Zeming and his son were hiding in the temple. Wen Boli only brought them back after being promoted. Unexpectedly, he thought too much.

He is active and has never met him in advance in his previous life. It is probably because he did not come to attend the flower viewing banquet at that time and did not go out to play with Li Qingnian for many times, so he missed the opportunity.

Wen Tian looked at Wen Zeming coldly. Wen Zeming was only two months older than him, but his tall figure and gentle face exactly like Wen Boli looked a few years older than Wen Tian and more mature.

When Wen Zeming noticed someone looking at him, he looked up slightly and happened to meet Wen Tian's gaze. He was stunned for a moment, then bowed his hand and smiled at Wen Tian.

Wen Tian narrowed his eyes, glanced at him with disgust, and didn't even do superficial skills, so he turned his eyes away.

Wen Zeming's smile froze, and he lowered his head to drink tea in concealment. He came with a young man here. He went to school in the academy in Lehe Town. The young man he brought him was classmates with him when he was a child. This time he happened to meet him, so he took him over to have fun and make more friends.

He was naturally happy. His father taught him since childhood to learn to use the connections around him to turn his strength. He has always taken his father as an example. He is tactful in his work and good at dancing. These are all things he is studying hard.

And Wen Tian is in Sifang Town. He always wanted to see what the younger brother who had been frugal since childhood looked like.

He and his mother were in the temple without a name and separation, and even studying was underestimated, saying that it was impossible to have no jealousy towards his father's other son, but he kept hiding that he worked hard to study only that one day his mother could enter the Wen family's door, and he could be the eldest son of the Wen family, rather than a bastard without his father.

His eyes were surfing around, and there were more than a dozen people attending the banquet. He couldn't tell which one was Wen Tian for a while, so he could only wait patiently.

After seeing Wen Zeming, Wen Tian was in a bad mood. Li Qingnian noticed his expression and turned his body to speak to him: "Youling, what's wrong with you?"

Wen Tian sat straight, his eyes full of viciousness, "I saw a disgusting person."

"Who?" Li Qingnian looked around and became angry, "I'll help you drive people out." This banquet was proposed by him, and it was not difficult to get rid of someone.

"No." Wen Tian narrowed his eyes, his lips pursed into a line, and said softly: "I'll take care of him myself."

When Li Qingnian heard him say this, he nodded obediently and saw his little body adding, "If you fight, call me and I will help you beat him!" Nothing else can work, but he has never lost in a fight, and he can even push people down.

Wen Tian was amused by him, and the expression on his face relaxed a little. This was not his previous life. Wen Boli had not become an official yet. Wen Zeming was still a child as old as him. After living for another lifetime, what was scary about him?

After figuring out the key points, Wen Tian lazily ate fruit with his elbow.

The short table was arranged in a circle, and the open space in the middle was covered with peach petals. Li Qingnian also invited the dancer to come and cheer him up. His desolate singing and the charming dance posture of the dancer were a dissolute thing that Wen Tian had never experienced.

He picked up a glass of wine and drank it slowly. Wen Tian had no time to watch Wu, thinking about how to deal with Wen Zeming.

After Wen Zeming and his son were taken back in his previous life, their mother and Wen Boli had a cold war for a while, and then they mentioned Heli. It was during the cold war that Wen Boli gave way to Wen Zeming and his son to live in the mansion. Bai Ruihe always looked soft and weak. Wen Zeming followed suit and always showed her warm appearance, and she smiled at everyone she saw. The mother and Li made a lot of noise. At that time, the aristocratic families who had friendship said that their mother was too small to tolerate others. Even such a worry-free and sensible concubine and son could not tolerate them, which was too domineering.

However, they all forgot that the house was originally surnamed Fu, and Wen Boli was a son-in-law. Without the Fu family, he was just a poor scholar who could not even afford to be a scholar.

He raised his head and took a sip of wine. Wen Tian slowly straightened his body. Since he had been in vain in his previous life, he might as well be an unreasonable playboy today.

After the singing and dancing, the charming dancer came up with pastries and wine. When he passed by Wen Tian, ​​he even glanced at him. Wen Tian returned a polite smile, and then continued to drink without looking at him.

Li Qingnian stood up and raised his wine glass to talk about the next gameplay.

Since it is a flower viewing banquet, it is essential to be related to the flowers. Although all the playboys are all playboys, they also have a crafty heart.

Li Qingnian proposed that it is better to move the flower order.

The dancer beats the drum, and the young masters present pass on the flowers. Whoever falls in his hands will have to make a poem with the word "flower". Considering that the few people who come here probably don't have any ink in their stomachs, the conditions are relaxed. The poems of ancient people are also fine, but those who cannot do it will be punished for wine.

Everyone clapped their hands to agree, and the servant brought a big drum over. The most beautiful dancer barefoot and entered the venue with two drumsticks. Li Qingnian was holding a now-broken peach blossom branch in his hand. With the sound of the drum, he passed the branch to Wen Tian.

Wen Tian sent it to Zhou Chuanqing again, and the drums kept ringing. The dancer danced while dancing. The drum sounded quickly and suddenly stopped. The peach blossom branches fell into the hands of the young master of the Zhang family.

The young master of the Zhang family thought about it and wrote a poem on the spot. It was not neat, but it was in line with the rules with the word "flower". The dancer's eyes were flowing, his wrist raised, and the sound of the drum sounded again.

Just like this, the flowers fell in Wen Tian's hands. Wen Tian was not good at poetry and directly used the poems of the ancients, "Thousands of peach blossoms are better than hundreds of flowers, and the lonely prosperity of spring is soft and soft in the years."

I found that the boy I noticed just now was Wen Tian. Wen Zeming had some disdain in his eyes. He only had a good face, but he was a fool who could not even make poetry.

Seeing the gaze below, Wen Tian turned his eyes and found that it was Wen Zeming. After frowned unhappily, he wanted to see something dirty, and immediately withdrew his gaze, with an unhidden disgust.

"Have you offended Mr. Wen?" The friend next to him also noticed and asked Wen Zeming in a low voice.

Wen Zeming shook his head in distress, took a sip of wine, and smiled bitterly: "The first time I saw Mr. Wen, maybe he disliked the common people like me, and had dirty eyes?"

After hearing this, my friend felt unfair for him. He and Wen Zeming were classmates. He knew that his family was poor but his talent was full of talent. Even his husband praised him, so he wanted to help him make more friends and let him go more ways.

So when the flower branches were spread to Wen Zeming, and Wen Zeming wrote a poem that won everyone's applause, he took the initiative to stand up and introduced Wen Zeming, trying to resolve Wen Tian's prejudice.

"This is my classmate Wen Zeming, who is the most expected to pass the scholar in the school this year!"

"Bosheng is too good," Wen Zeming sat up with a glass of wine, and toasted everyone with a glass of wine. "It's just that Wen is usually hard-working in studying."

There are all young men here, and there are not many real talents and knowledgeable people, so everyone is quite friendly to this talented man who suddenly appears. After Wen Zeming greeted him and his friend took him to get close to Wen Tian.

Wen Tian swayed with a wine glass, looking like he ignored him.

"Speaking of the surname Wen and Zeming, both the surname Wen, maybe they are still the same family." Zheng Bosheng smiled and joked, trying to ease the atmosphere.

Wen Tian, ​​who was already lazy, looked at Wen Zeming with contempt and said coldly: "The Wen family does not have such a person."

Zheng Bosheng was a little embarrassed. Wen Zeming's fingers tightened and forced a smile: "I wonder where Wen offended Mr. Wen, or did Mr. Wen feel that Wen's family is poor and unsightly?"

He has used this trick many times. Since his family is poor and cannot be hidden now, it is better to turn passive into initiative. The arrogant man from poor families is sometimes a good door knocking stone. At least every time he takes the initiative to laugh at himself, those young men who want to be respectful will not say anything to his background.

He thought Wen Tian would be the same as those young men.

However, Wen Tian raised his chin and said bluntly: "I look down on people from poor families, but I just look down on you."

Wen Zeming's face turned red quickly, "You!"

Wen Tian didn't let him answer the conversation and continued, "Are you tired of pretending to be so hypocritical? He obviously wanted to gain power and wealth, but he pretended to be noble and noble to show him? He wanted to gain a relationship with the Wen family? If you ask me directly, I would look up to you."

Zheng Bosheng opened his mouth to say something, but Li Qingnian pulled him over. Although Li Qingnian looked stupid, he was not really stupid. He whispered to Zheng Bosheng, "Don't be used as a shield."

Wen Zeming looked like a shrewd man. He followed his father and had seen many businessmen who were so gentle and rude behind his back. However, Wen Zeming pretended not to be very similar. Wen Tian couldn't hold back just after stabbing him for a few words.

Looking at Wen Zeming's green and purple face, Wen Tian felt a little better. He slowly picked up the wine glass and took a sip. Seeing Wen Zeming still stood still and said in confusion: "You are not leaving yet? Do you really want to beg me?"
Chapter completed!