Chu Mo stopped, turned around slowly, and looked at Zhai Rongxuan with an indifferent expression.

Seeing Chu Mo's demeanor, Zhai Rongxuan's face could not help but darken, and said: "This dear fellow has a very loud tone. Do you know who are the talented people participating in the poetry meeting this time? Listening to your tone,

It seems like these people are not worth mentioning in front of you?"

Zhai Rongxuan asked again.

Cai Zhongming on the side also said at this moment: "Master Chu, right? In my opinion, let alone those talented people at the venue, even the two of us are probably not comparable to you. Miss Wen, although I am not

I know the relationship between Mr. Chu and you, but I think it would be better for Miss Wen to have less contact with such a person who speaks so freely. The two of us saw it today. If it were the prince..."

Speaking of this, Cai Zhongming did not say any more, but the threat in his words was extremely strong.

Hearing Cai Zhongming's words, Wen Qingyuan frowned slightly and said with an unhappy expression: "Young Master Cai, please be careful what you say! What is the relationship between Mr. Chu and the little girl? It seems that it has nothing to do with His Highness the Crown Prince, and it has nothing to do with you.

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When the two of them heard this, their expressions could not help but change slightly. On the contrary, Chu Mo, who was beside him, showed a smile, and then said lightly: "Miss Wen, no matter how much you talk to such a person, you are just playing the piano to a cow.

, you just said that I was talking arrogantly? Even the literary talent of the two of you is better than that of me? "

"If I'm not talented, why don't I choose a day instead of hitting it and don't hesitate to teach me?"

The two of them were originally angry because of Wen Qingyuan's words. Now that they saw that this ignorant boy dared to speak so brazenly, the two of them immediately found a punching bag and looked at Chu Mo.

"Give me some advice? Just you?"

Zhai Rongxuan looked at Chu Mo condescendingly, not taking him seriously at all.

"Of course, don't you two dare? Or are you afraid?" Chu Mo asked provocatively.

"Haha, I am afraid of you, a country bumpkin? Okay! Since you are asking for trouble, I will help you today! Miss Wen happens to be here, so you might as well let Miss Wen be the judge."

"Tell me, how do you want to receive the teaching?"

Zhai Rongxuan sneered.

"Simple, since you two think that your literary talents are superior to those below, then naturally we will judge the winner based on our literary talents. How about we compete in poetry today?"

Chu Mo looked relaxed and said with a smile.

"However, since it is a competition, it is natural that some chips should be used as bets. I wonder what the young master of the Shilang family thinks?"

"What chips?"

When Zhai Rongxuan heard this, he frowned slightly.

"Simple, in your eyes, I'm just a bumpkin. What does this bumpkin love? Of course it's money. How about we make a bet of taels of silver and ten thousand taels of money for this competition?"

Hearing Chu Mo's words, Zhai Rongxuan looked at him with a playful look on his face and said: "It's only a mere ten thousand taels, this young master..."

Before Zhai Rongxuan could finish speaking, Chu Mo interrupted him.

"Ten thousand taels, gold!"

When Zhai Rongxuan heard this, he was stunned.

Ten thousand taels of gold?

This is not a small amount of money. Even if he is the son of the Minister of War, it is not a simple matter to come up with 10,000 taels of gold. If it is 10,000 taels of silver, he does not care about it.

But gold is different.

At this moment, because of the noise between the two people, many people outside the venue had been attracted to watch. When these people saw that there was a good show, they all gathered here because it had nothing to do with them.

Faced with so many people watching around him, Zhai Rongxuan was in a dilemma. If he refused, the onlookers would think that he was afraid of the news in front of him.

But if he agrees, if he loses in the duel, ten thousand taels of gold is a small sum, mainly because of his face. I'm afraid he will lose it to his grandma's house. How can he gain a foothold in Kyoto today?

But then I thought about it, although my literary talents were not as good as those so-called talents, he was not good enough to lose to the person in front of me.

Gritting his teeth, Zhai Rongxuan felt relieved and said: "Okay! It's a deal!"

When Chu Mo heard this, the smile on his face grew stronger. It didn't matter to him whether it was money or not. The so-called bet was just a gimmick.

"In this case, for the sake of fairness, let's have Miss Laowen come up with questions for our competition."

Zhai Rongxuan nodded and said: "That's fine, Miss Wen, I'll be busy over there!"

Seeing that the two of them had made up their mind, Wen Qingyuan knew that it was futile to continue to persuade. After hearing what the two said, Wen Qingyuan did not refuse and lowered his head in thought.

After a while, Wen Qingyuan slowly raised his head, looked at the two men and said, "Since there is a literary fight today, why don't the two young masters compose a poem with seven characters as a rhyme?"

After hearing this, the two nodded in agreement.

Zhai Rongxuan looked at Chu Mo with a sneer on his face, pretending to be humble and said: "Boy, I don't bully the younger ones with my elders, so why don't you start first?"

"Then I will be disrespected! Miss Wen, please listen to this poem!"

"Lying stiffly in a lonely village, I don't feel sorry for myself. I still think about guarding the Luntai for the country. I lie down at night listening to the wind and rain, and I fall asleep on the iron horse glaciers."

Without any hesitation or thinking, Chu Mo spoke loudly, and everyone could only feel the lingering sound in their ears, and everyone fell into a daze.

At this moment, everyone around, including Wen Qingyuan, Zhai Rongxuan and others, fell silent.

"Miss Wen, I wonder what this poem would be like?"

Chu Mo looked at Wen Qingyuan and asked.

Wen Qingyuan came back to his senses, shook his head, and recited the poem twice, saying: "What a poem! What a poem! Iron horses on the glacier, worried about the country. This poem completely expresses the feelings of those soldiers who protect the country.

From my heart, if you hold a sharp sword and go to that battlefield, you will not hesitate to sacrifice your life for the country!"

At this moment, not only Wen Qingyuan had such thoughts in her heart, but even the people watching around her felt the same way.

Chu Mo smiled and said nothing, then turned to look at Zhai Rongxuan, who had an ugly expression on his side, and said with a smile: "Master Zhai, I wonder what Young Master Zhai thinks of this poem?"

At this moment, Zhai Rongxuan realized that he had underestimated the enemy from the beginning to the end. He originally thought that the man in front of him was just a bumpkin, but he did not expect that this man's literary talent was so outstanding. In his eyes, he seemed to be arrogant and conceited.

Oh, it turns out that this person is indeed talented and knowledgeable.

Even Wen Qingyuan's heart at this moment is full of differences. Before, she also thought that Chu Mo was a person who spoke freely, but now it seems that there are probably very few talents who participated in the poetry meeting who can compare with him.

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Chapter completed!