Those who are in funerals are not afraid of big funerals, and those who are in funerals are not afraid of big things.

As soon as I heard that there were more people coming over, three layers inside and three layers outside, full of them. At this time, three people slowly walked over from the tea stall opposite. In the middle was an old man who was in his sixties, with gray hair and beard, but his face was red, his waist was straight, and he was full of energy.

On his left hand, there was a scholar of twenty-four or twenty-five years old. He was not handsome, but very distinctive. His wide and high nose was particularly eye-catching, and his coarse cloth robe looked a little sloppy, but his eyes were full of confidence, which made people dare not underestimate him.

On the right hand is a young man in white, with a handsome look, but his clothes are simple and simple, and he is incomparable to the young master Wan. At this time, he curled his lips and said disdainfully: "Shangquan Gong, Wan Rumeng bullies the young for the big and looks down on our literati in Jiangnan. I think he will be in trouble today."

Before the old man could answer, the scholar on the other side smiled and said, "Brother Jingmei, Mr. Wan's knowledge is not bad. He is a famous talent in Jiangxi. He just passed the exam for a scholar. Of course, he cannot be compared with Brother Ling. However, a few poems about him have been circulated recently. His skills are not bad. Brother Jingmei is probably a little inferior!"

The boy in white also knew that he was not on fire, but said unconvincedly: "Isn't you still there? Why didn't Brother Yicheng come forward?"

When the scholar heard this, his face was full of embarrassment and he silently lowered his head.

The old man made a smooth move and said with a smile: "Respect the beauty, don't be embarrassed. Wan Hao's uncle is Wan Tong, the current Minister of Personnel. If you enter the official career in the future, you will be under the control of others. Let's save some face."

The boy in white also knew that Mr. Wan couldn't afford to offend him, but he was unwilling to accept it and said angrily: "Mr. Shangquan, look at his arrogant appearance, can you just let him be a crab and dominate the world?"

His words made the old man laugh and sighed: "The young man is so angry that he looks at it. The young man is full of energy, confident and calm, and may be able to deal with Wan Hao for a while. Let's just watch."

Regardless of the discussions among others, Tang Yi was ready to sacrifice himself and dare to take down the emperor. My father was right, and he was fighting for a breath. This guy in front of him might have more books than him and learned more than him. So what? I still have a lot of practical things in my stomach, and I can kill the whole audience in seconds if I take them out.

A scholar is just a matter of reputation. Tang Yi originally wanted to settle down and build a career, then study and improve his reputation, and then gain reputation. He was a perfect upgrade route, but since it was delivered to him, he was not polite. He said with great enthusiasm: "It's a guest from afar. Just take a look at it, I'll just take the lead!"

Young Master Wan heard it, it was the most fun joke in the world. The little guy in front of him had just been weaned for a few days. He dared to act wildly with him. Relying on his little cleverness, he dared to be a scholar. He really didn't know that the world was high.

In the past, Mr. Wan was too lazy to deal with this kind of small character. However, he came from Jiangxi and saw many famous talents, but they all dodged in a vague way and did not dare to show off their confrontation with him. Mr. Wan's talent could not be shown, and his stomach hurts. Well, just practice with Tang Yi!

Mr. Wan's eyes rolled and said arrogantly: "If you find another topic, it may be difficult for you, so continue to write couplets and see who is better. Of course, you can talk nonsense casually. I believe that you have a fair decision."

It's just my wish, Tang Yi really has a few pretty couplets in his stomach, and it's enough to deal with it with a slight change.

"Okay, then please!"

Both of them were not polite and walked to the front of the table. Mr. Wan thought for a moment and wrote a quick pen. He quickly finished writing a couplet. He looked carefully and found that the words were good, the words were good, and the artistic conception was better. Not to mention a little baby, even the top talent in the world might not be able to write it.

Mr. Wan became more and more proud. What can the little local bun write? He looked up slightly, but was surprised to find that Tang Yi had finished writing the last stroke, and the speed of the two of them was not much different.

"It's not enough to have speed alone, but also quality!" Mr. Wan didn't believe that Tang Yi could write anything clever. He said casually: "My man, hang up!"

A young man jumped onto the table, held the upper and lower couplets in both hands, and spread them in front of everyone. The people around him couldn't help but recite: "The food is always fresh, and I will go upstairs and watch again; the wind and moon are endless, so you must know that there is a shore to turn back!"

good!

Even the most picky person could not help but give a thumbs up when he saw this couplet. The parallelism was neat and literary, and the handwriting was elegant, so it was impeccable. Faced with the surprise, praise, and even jealous expressions of everyone, Mr. Wan couldn't help but smile with a proud smile.

The boy in white in the crowd covered his face, obviously he thought Tang Yi would definitely lose.

On the contrary, the old man, with interest, squinted his eyes and looked at Tang Yi. At this time, the guys had already hung up Tang Yi's couplets. At first glance, his handwriting was immature and he had lost a lot. Many people's faces turned black, but the children were their own good, so they always had to see what they wrote.

But when everyone read the content, their eyes lit up.

"Only the true hero can come here; don't ask for it if you are a wandering child!"

After muttering a few words, more and more people showed a look of joy, and the more they tasted, the better they were.

Someone shook his head and explained: "Only heroes can come here. Are we all the great heroes? This sentence was praised by all the guests."

"Yes, yes, the next sentence is even better. Speaking of Liuying, who is coming to play the piano and sing today, everyone is also a child of the world. Don't be demanding. Unexpectedly, this young man actually understands the principle of pitying the fragrance and savoring the jade. It's rare, too rare!"

Someone even said: "Look at it, we Jiangnan people are kind-hearted, unlike some people who have a good skin in the air, and they are actually a fool!"

"The young man is so kind and talented. He really feels guilty about some people."

...

Everyone was talking about it, like daggers stabbing at Mr. Wan. He was from a famous family and had the reputation of a child prodigy since childhood. His uncle is the current Dazai, and he is powerful. He is definitely the top-notch rich and handsome man. He is not the focus of everyone. When he received such treatment, he was depressed and vomited blood!

"Hmph, a group of people in the lower liba dare to talk casually, it's extremely hateful!"

Mr. Wan completely forgot that he had just said that he had his own justice and had to let everyone judge. He was furious at this time, burning his little white face red, and suddenly sneered: "Boy, what do you think you are?"

These words are insidious. If Tang Yi dares to say his goodness, he will inevitably be boasted. If he is humble and polite, wouldn’t it mean that he admits his failure?

This is a pit. Tang Yi's eyes rolled and he smiled and said, "I haven't asked the young master Gao's name yet. How many Nian Geng is? I wonder if I can tell me?"

Mr. Wan was stunned and said proudly: "My son's surname is Wan, his single name is Hao, and his cursive character is Ru Meng. This year's twenty-three."

"Oh, my surname is Tang, and my name is Tang Yi, and I'm three months and thirteen." Tang Yi bared his little white teeth and said with a smile.

Mr. Wan didn't understand, so he said disdainfully: "What's your name? I'm not interested in knowing it."

"Hahaha, I want to say that you, Mr. Wan, can only compete with me at my age, and have little prospects!"

"You!" Wan Hao's face suddenly became blue and purple, and his fists were clenched and rumbling. What a tricky little local bun, who dared to humiliate me, was so impatient to live.

Mr. Wan glanced at Tang Yi and suddenly said, "The boy has two horns on his head!"

Tang Yi was not old enough to perform the crown ceremony, so he combed his bun and was said to be horns by Wan Hao. Tang Yi could not bear it. When he saw Mr. Wan's rosy lips, he immediately smiled and said, "Sir, spitting ivory in his mouth."

OK! It’s so hateful to dare to call me a dog!

Mr. Wan pondered for a moment and said, "June 15th day just passed. My first couplet is: The moon is full in the sky, the moon is half on earth, and the moon is full and half on the moon."

As soon as this couplet was released, the young man in white called out first.

"Damn it, facing a young man, Wan Rumeng also has the face of such a tricky couple, not being a son of humanity! Brother Yicheng, can you deal with it?"

The scholar frowned slightly and smiled bitterly, "This couplet is not difficult, and I can't think of it for a while!"

The couplet test is urgent wisdom, and Tang Yi has never lacked it. With the accumulation of ancient Chinese literature in this life, it is not difficult to deal with it. The fifteenth is the middle of January, and the moon is full in the sky. It is also easy to crack it from time to start. After thinking about it, he smiled and said, "The end of this year, the beginning of next year, and the end of next year will follow the end of the year!"

"good!"

The boy in white slapped from the bottom of his heart, and everyone watching the fun also applauded. No matter whether it was right or not, it was absolutely right to follow the crowd. Applause, laughter, and cheer were like waves of magic sounds, which made Wan Hao almost fainted.

He roared: "Boy, come again!"

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