Liu Changqing also pointed at Jiang Fan and said, "You bastard is rude!"
Meng Chanjuan raised her head and looked at Jiang Fan and said, "Mr. Jiang, could it be that the appearance of the slave family's Puliu is difficult to detect?"
Jiang Fan said: "Miss Meng, don't get me wrong. You are the first of the Thirteen Hairpins in Paradise, and your country is beautiful and fragrant. However, I am not the owner of this place, so it is not convenient for you to welcome guests on your behalf. Moreover, it is indeed inconvenient for my wife to be here."
But Meng Chanjuan was indeed extraordinary. When she encountered this incident, she was not annoyed at all. Instead, she said softly: "Mr. Jiang, the slave's guess is correct. They are just excuses. The master just doesn't want to see the slave. Mingyue Tower and Jinyu Tower have always been in harmony.
Even if Mr. Wang knew that I was coming, he would definitely open the door to welcome guests. As for Madam, everyone in Paradise City knows that Young Master Jiang and his wife are picking four cards, so how has Madam ever objected?"
"Haha," Jiang Fan didn't care when he was exposed, "if you see through it and don't tell it, it would be boring for the fairy to do this."
Meng Chanjuan complained bitterly: "Young master Jiang, the world's greatest poet, certainly looks down on me, a brothel girl. I never thought that Chanjuan can't even drink a cup of hot tea."
His voice was tactful and full of self-pity, which immediately made everyone feel pity and became even more angry towards Jiang Fan.
Fairy! Jiang Fan couldn't help but sigh, this woman's every smile, every word and every action has a unique magical power, which makes people fascinated. It is obvious that everyone present looks like a nympho.
She praised Jiang Fan directly to the heavens with her words of "the world's greatest poet". The onlookers were angry and amazed, but they did not expect Meng Chanjuan to speak so highly of Jiang Feng.
"This, this evaluation is too high."
Liu Changqing said: "I am not questioning the fairy. The Longjiang fisherman is called the immortal poet in the world, and today the fairy respects Jiang Feng as the saint of poetry. Is it a bit too much..."
"That's right, Jiang Feng is not worthy of such a title..."
"Yes, even if Queqiao Immortal wrote it for this son, I think it is not as good as Linjiang Immortal's poem, and it is far from worthy of being called a ci sage."
Although everyone was talking privately, no one stood up to openly refute Meng Chanjuan. No one wanted to, and no one wanted to offend the most famous beauty in Paradise City and even the world.
Jiang Fan ignored them at all, looked at Meng Chanjuan and said, "I know Miss Meng's purpose, so there is no need to go upstairs."
Meng Chanjuan said: "In this case, can Mr. Jiang satisfy the wish of the slave family? Although the slave family is not wealthy, they are still willing to offer a hundred taels of gold and a treasure to enrich the pen and ink." Biqukuku
sound like
There is almost a trace of prayer, and the sound alone makes people feel that they cannot refuse.
Jiang Fan pondered for a moment: "You don't need the yellow and white things! It doesn't matter, Miss Meng put down her body and came here, and I will fulfill the girl's wish."
"Bi and ink." Miss Cuiyi immediately ordered, and the boy behind the car immediately set up the tables and chairs and took out the Four Treasures of the Study.
"Is this... to compose a poem?"
Someone was stunned and said.
"It seems that Jiang Feng is really capable of writing poems in public even though the plagiarism issue has not subsided."
"But the problem is," someone said with a look of disbelief: "Meng Fairy came in person and was not allowed to enter the building. She could only listen to poems on the street. She is crazy. This Jiang Feng is definitely crazy."
"Humph! Either a madman or a fool!"
"You think too highly of yourself, even if you try to gain fame and reputation, it's too much!"
Jiang Fan acted as if there was no one around, raised his head and took a sip of wine, showing off his elegant style: "Please ask Miss Meng to come up with a question."
Meng Chanjuan smiled softly: "Since Young Master Jiang doesn't want to meet, Chanjuan can't force it. That day, Young Master Jiang responded to Jin Yulou's invitation and named the title after the four beauties of Jin, Feng, Jade and Lu. Today I also
To follow my example, would you like me to inscribe the title after my little girl?"
Upon seeing this, Liu Changqing pulled Nangong Xin back a few steps and whispered: "Mr. Nangong, Fairy Meng is indeed here to ask for a poem. Look..."
Nangong Xin gritted his teeth and whispered: "Didn't you swear that Jiang Feng has no real talent? Why are you so nervous? Needless to say, this boy is sixteen or seventeen years old. He must have plagiarized before. Now Meng Fairy asked the question on the spot. It’s impossible to compose any good poems, so it’s better to let him show his true colors!”
Liu Changqing's eyes flickered and he said: "Mr. Nangong's words are right. Fairy Meng comes here in person this time. Jiang Feng is like being roasted on the fire. If he can't write good poems, he will be accused of plagiarism and his reputation will be ruined." , and became the dog in the water that everyone shouted to beat."
"Young master is smart, wait for me to add more fuel to the fire." Liu Changqing saw that Jiang Fan was just drinking sips without saying anything, so he sarcastically said: "Jiang Feng, what do you think? Don't you claim to be unparalleled in talent? Don't you think you can't do it anymore?"
Jiang Fan curled his lips disdainfully: "Aren't you going to accuse me of plagiarism after I made it?" Biquku
Liu Changqing chuckled: "You don't have any ink in your heart, so why make excuses? It's obvious to all today that Meng Fairy personally came up with the question, with Chan Juan as the specific topic. If you can really do it, no one will doubt it anymore.
Plagiarism. It's a pity... What can I say? Jiang Liang is all talented, right? The name Jiang Gongzi is very appropriate. In this way, if you can write good poems, I will admit that Magpie Bridge Immortal also wrote it for you, and I am the one who made the mistake. Water, how about slandering you?"
Jiang Fan said: "It doesn't have to be so high-sounding. It's inherently slander, so why bother showing off? How about this, if I can compose a poem that everyone applauds, how about you kneel down, kowtow three times, and call me grandpa?"
Liu Changqing sneered: "Why not? Not only that, I will take a detour when I see you in the future."
Jiang Fan said: "Okay, this is what you said. Everyone here will come to bear witness. Then, just listen to me."
As he spoke, he suddenly took a big sip of wine, but without swallowing it, he raised his head and purred a few times, and then sprayed it down, which happened to hit Liu Changqing's head and face.
Liu Changqing took a few steps back in embarrassment, wiped his face desperately, and said angrily: "Jiang Feng, Zhuzi!"
Jiang Fan rolled his eyes: "For poetry, rinse your mouth first. Who asked you to get so close?"
Lu Zhu'er stood nearby and couldn't help laughing and bent over: "Oh, Mr. Jiang, is this a drowned dog?"
Liu Changqing was extremely angry, but seeing Luzhu'er's flowery face, he couldn't lose his temper. He snorted angrily: "Jiang Feng, don't do anything wrong. If you can't write a good poem, you have to admit to me that it's all plagiarism. Get out of Paradise City!"
Jiang Fan laughed loudly: "It's just a poem, what's so difficult about it? Listen carefully, everyone, I'll send you a tune of water to sing the song. When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky about the wine, I don't know the palace in the sky, what year is it today? I want to ride the wind When I return home, I am afraid that the high places will be too cold."
As soon as Shangque came out, the whole place was silent. Everyone was stunned.
Jiang Fan felt proud, "Why, this poem is the best in history. Isn't Mr. Su's crushing of you the same as bullying a three-year-old child?"
"Good words, good words..." Meng Chanjuan murmured as her body trembled a little.
"Dancing to clear the shadows, how does it seem to be in the human world? Turning around the Zhu Pavilion, lowering the curtains of the house, the light is sleepless. There should be no hatred, why should we be reunited when we say goodbye?"
Everyone was completely petrified, even Nangong Xin and Liu Changqing were shocked beyond measure. They never expected that Jiang Fan would be the one to open his mouth, and this poem could already be called a masterpiece.
Chapter completed!