Although everyone around was spectators and supported by Ni Wenchun, when they met a beauties like Chu Qinghan and Chu Youyi, they were inevitably willing to come over and chat with him.

This birthday poem is a line from left to right and right to Fang Zheng's ear.

He felt a little uncomfortable when he was scrubbing his ears.

Sure enough, it is still not suitable for such occasions. If it were a celebrity quote competition, it would be a few sentences.

If you don’t choose a topic at a poetry meeting, you can barely show your face.

After five or six people around him chanted, Chu Qinghan smiled and thanked him one by one, then looked at Fang Zhengyi and said softly: "Don't Mr. Fang write a poem?"

Facing Chu Qinghan's gaze, Fang Zhengyi 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 remember the birthday poem...

Chu Qinghan looked at Fang Zhengyi's eyebrows and thoughtfulness, obviously he was already thinking about it, and he couldn't help but become nervous.

Others who don’t know Fang Zhengyi’s Shicai are here, don’t she know?

Export is extraordinary, I don’t know what kind of masterpiece he will make...

The people around him were also curious. What kind of ability does this man in a cloth clothes have to make a beauty like Chu Qinghan look at him so much, and his curious eyes were also focused on Fang Zhengyi.

Seeing so many people watching, Fang Zheng sighed in his heart.

I can only get hard!

The next second, Fang Zheng said with a wooden face and said, "The grass on Liliyuan is withered and flourishing every year, and the wildfire cannot be burned out, and the spring breeze will grow again."

After reading the poem, more than a dozen people around him were silent and recited it again in their hearts.

Shaoqing, someone raised his head and said, "It's good, but what does it have to do with today's theme?"

"One year, one withering and flourishing... I can't even post it hard!"

"Yes, this brother, are you afraid you are not here to recite poems?"

Fang Zheng had no expression on his face, and he was in tears.

Isn’t it just the mother who recites poetry? I would have known it as low-key and stay away from Chu Qinghan.

"No! This song doesn't count, you can't rely on it, brother, this poem has limited questions. If you can play it freely, wouldn't it break the rules?"

Faced with the doubts, Fang Zhengyi was thinking about how to speak, and Zhou Tie flashed and stood in front of him.

Turning his head and grinning at him.

Others don’t know, but he still doesn’t know what the master is? A bandit leader is okay, it’s okay to curse and chop people, just write poetry.

I have to go up and muddle the water and save the master's face. What else will happen to Zhang Biao in the future haha!

"Don't worry, everyone, I have a poem too!" Zhou Tie shouted loudly.

As soon as this shouting took everyone's attention instantly.

Zhou Tie said again: "I am not talented, but today I am very excited about poetry and have a wonderful work. But it is not for Miss Chu, but for..."

"Master, what's the name of the woman 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 for her."

As soon as Zhou Tie finished speaking, a burst of applause rang out.

All the scholars present looked happy.

Although today is Chu Qinghan’s birthday, the drama 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 is fast and he didn't expect to write poetry!

It is indeed a wise choice to help me save the situation.

Chen Zhiyin on the stage stood up with her zither, her cheeks were slightly red, and she was a little surprised.

She was originally a singer she invited, but she was a supporting role, but she didn't expect that someone would confess to him in public.

This person is tall and handsome, but he just doesn’t know how literary it is.

"Zhiyin thanked the young master here, 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 chanted:

"Niu'er gave birth to beautiful girls, two squids were squinted. I felt like I was going to touch her, and my heart was a little thumping!"

Fang Zhengyi: "..."

After reading a poem, the audience was shocked and silent.

Chu Qinghan was completely stunned, while Chu Youyi covered her face and turned her back to Zhou Tie and did not dare to look at him again.

Chen Zhiyin on the stage felt like she was hit by lightning.

What a wonderful thing it was to be a public courtship, but the next moment it turned into a public hooligan!

Even though she is just a singer with a low status, she feels greatly humiliated at this moment.

Chen Zhiyin had a blue face, held the pipa with both hands, and slammed it on the ground suddenly, leaving without looking back.

The pipa fell to the ground, the strings broke, and it made a lifelong buzzing sound.

The readers woke up and glared at Zhou Tie.

Suddenly someone cursed: "This is a lewd poem! This person dared to tease a woman in public! Blow him out!"

"Where is the stinky hooligan who got in? Get out!"

"Get out! Get out!" Angry voices began to gather.

Zhou Tie was not afraid at all, and took a step back and whispered: "How is the master?"

"Okay, Shicai is not below me." Fang Zhengyi's face collapsed and gave a very high evaluation, "You will go to Miss Zhiyin to apologize to someone later."

When Zhou Tie nodded, the condemnation around him was getting louder and louder.

Chu Qinghan held his forehead and felt a headache.

How could a good poem turn out like this in the blink of an eye?

Why did this mischievous man write such a lustful poem and speak it in public with shameless words, but he is Fang Zhengyi's man, so he can't even chase him.

"Everyone! Everyone! Today is Qinghan's birthday. Please give me some face. Mr. Zhou must have drunk too much and said nothing. I hope everyone will forgive me." Chu Qinghan couldn't help but relieve the atmosphere.

With the excitement of the crowd, and most of these people were invited by Ni Wenchun, no one heard Chu Qinghan's words and was still cursing.

This scene was already visible to Ni Wenchun not far away.

The corners of my mouth have already reached the back of my ears.

Chu Qinghan brought these two people in, they were both idiots, and it seemed that he was too careless.

Now the opportunity to perform is here!

When Chu Qinghan was in a dilemma, Ni Wenchun came out from the crowd and whispered loudly: "Everyone, today is Miss Chu Qinghan's birthday. Since the master doesn't care, please stop making trouble!"

As soon as he spoke, the situation quickly subsided, and he just looked at Zhou Tie with a stern look.

Ni Wenchun felt very proud, walked to Chu Qinghan and smiled and said, "Miss Chu, it's okay now, do you want to take a rest?"

Chu Qinghan forced a smile and said, "Thank you, Mr. Ni, but I'm fine, everyone should continue."

As he said that, he turned to look at Fang Zhengyi and asked, "Young Master Fang, why don't you and your friends go find a place to rest first. Youyi, help Young Master Fang find a seat."

Chu Youyi nodded slightly and gently pulled Fang Zhengyi's cuff.

This inadvertent action was instantly captured by Ni Wenchun!

A fire of nameless fire is igniting. Do you dare to touch my woman?

He narrowed his eyes and looked at Fang Zheng and said, "Young Master Fang, I just heard that the poem you wrote is brilliant, but I don't have the title incorrectly. Can you write another poem?"

Fang Zhengyi had already made some moves, and suddenly he stopped when he heard him talking.

Today I was already a little unhappy, and there was a bastard who was stunned to hit the gun.

He turned around and said mockingly, "What if I don't do it?"

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Chapter completed!