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Volume 1 Famous Jianghu Chapter 13 Poetry Contest 2

"Then Zhu Youcai is the young master of Wucai Castle. The master of the castle, Zhu Youwu, is a martial arts fanatic and is very famous in the world. Although Zhu Youcai is not as good as his father, he still has to give Wucai Castle some respect." Han Qifeng explained.

"Oh! It turns out you got in through me." Xi Yin looked down upon him with great contempt. Seeing how talented he was, she wanted to dig out his eyes.

The banquet began, and after the meal there was a poetry competition. Because Lan Xueyi, the most beautiful woman in the world, liked to dance and write, the young talents held this competition to please the beauty.

Xi Yin raised a glass of wine and came to Zhu Youcai and whispered: "Brother Zhu, why are you not arrogant today? Do you want to leave a good impression in front of the beauty? But I won't let you do it. You are waiting for the poetry competition.

Let's be embarrassed." He said viciously.

Zhu Youcai...why does this person love to oppose him?

"Come on, Brother Zhu, let's drink to our meeting again." Xi Yin smiled as warmly as a spring breeze, drank the wine and left.

As soon as he sat down, Tu Niu asked curiously: "Third brother, what did you say to Zhu Youcai?"

"I asked him to prepare to accept the call in the poetry contest." The corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

Alas! Both of them sighed and mourned for Zhu Youcai, who was about to be tortured by the devil again.

After lunch, everyone moved to the Caijun Pavilion in Wolong Village. The road leading to the pavilion was full of rare and exotic grasses. When the wind blew, it exuded bursts of refreshing fragrance, which was intoxicating. On both sides of the pavilion were placed

The chairs were full, obviously for the young talents to rest. After Lan Xueqing, Lan Xueyi and Lan Xueyi sat on the stone benches in the pavilion, the poetry contest began.

Everyone was trying their best, and Xi Yin was also trying to figure out how to make Zhu Youcai lose face. With a crooked brow, a plan was born.

Xi Yin came to Zhu Youcai and said, "I heard that Brother Zhu is extremely talented in poetry. I would like to ask for advice today." She looked at Zhu Youcai with a sneer.

Zhu Youcai was angry. In front of the most beautiful woman in the world, he was afraid that if he agreed, the boy would embarrass him. If he didn't agree, he would be embarrassed, so he risked his life and said, "Then please ask Brother Zi for advice." He replied bravely.

Pigs are delicious and lazy to cook, and their skin is thick enough.

Pigs are actually talented, and sows can climb trees.

Xi Yin said loudly and vulgarly, and everyone saw clearly that he actually used Zhu Youcai's name to make a fuss, and everyone laughed with a "boom".

Zhu Youcai's face now rivals that of a monkey's butt. Why doesn't this boy want to please in front of a beauty? He can actually read such a vulgar poem. He asked someone to write more than a dozen good poems and memorized them all in preparation to please the beauty.

What about Huan Xin? How could he respond to this poem? Zhu Youcai simply wanted to hit the wall.

"You...you...you kid!" You didn't come up with a reason, but you held the sword in your hand as if you wanted to do it.

Xi Yinshi is puzzled, why does this villain and hypocrite like to use swords so much?

The owner of the village, Lan Xueqing, had noticed this and intervened: "Today is my little girl's birthday. You two gentlemen, please give me a piece of thin noodles and don't cause trouble at the banquet." His tone was full of domineering and intimidating.

"Leader Lan, please forgive me for being rude. I will write poems with Brother Zhu properly and stop joking." Xi Yin said with a smile.

Zhu Youcai also said: "I will also write poems with Brother Zi, so we won't cause trouble." He gritted his teeth, as if he wanted to eat Xi Yin alive.

The corner of Xi Yin's lips raised: "Brother Zhu, let's write a poem with the meaning of spring rain. Can you and I compete?"

"Okay!" He happened to have one here.

Xi Yin said slowly:

The light rain in Tianjie is as moist as cake,

The color of grass looks far away but is not visible up close.

The most advantageous thing about spring is

The absolute best is the smoke and willows that fill the imperial capital.
Chapter completed!
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