Watching the carriage go away, Jia Ping'an asked, "Where is that Qian Hua?"

Bao Dong said: "I'm going to class today."

I almost killed the person, but I still had the intention to go to class. No one else was so stubborn.

No, it is to be regarded as nothing.

My brother-in-law was hit this time, and his body was not mentioned, but his spirit was also much weaker. If I don’t take revenge, would I still want my face?

"Who presided over?"

"Called as Chen Fengwen."

"Call him out."

Jia Ping'an went all the way outside the school.

"Chen Fengwen, if you have something to do at home, I will look for you!"

Bao Dong shouted.

Chen Fengwen, who had broken eyebrows, came out later. When he saw Bao Dong not knowing him, he said in confusion: "You are..."

Bao Dong smiled and said, "Your family invited me to pass the message..."

The two of them went outside, and Chen Fengwen was shocked when he saw Jia Ping'an on the horse's back and the hundreds of horses surrounding him.

"Hundred Riders?"

Jia Ping'an pointed at him with a horse whip, "I have more things to do, it's simpler. Who wants to make Su Xiang?"

Chen Fengwen was stunned, "You are..."

"Marquis Wuyang asked you, speak!"

Bao Dong pressed the hilt of the knife and said grimly, "If you don't say anything, I will kill you!"

Chen Fengwen said in a trembling voice: "Yes... it's Qian Hua."

"Why do you get him?"

Hundreds of cavalry, no, why did Jia Ping'an stand up for Su Xiang?

Is it a relative?

No, I heard that Jia Ping'an came from the countryside, and the Su family lived in Chang'an City for several generations, and the two families could not get along.

Or...Who from the Su family?

But no matter who it is, Qian Hua is afraid that he will be in trouble... Chen Fengwen secretly thanked that he did not take action. "Qian Hua had fought with Su Xiang before, but Su Xiang could not beat him, so he kicked him in the lower body..."

"Why do you take a ruthless move?"

My brother-in-law looks like an old yin comparison!

It's just that I'll be numb when I try to do it.

"this……"

Chen Fengwen hesitated, and Jia Ping'an said lightly: "Don't test my patience."

Several hundred cavalry took a step forward and their momentum suddenly became fierce.

Chen Fengwen was frightened and trembled, "Qian Hua said that as long as he didn't die, it would be fine."

Jia Ping'an pointed at him, "This is an accomplice. In the interest of cooperation, Bao Dong takes action."

Chen Fengwen wanted to beg for mercy, but Bao Dong said coldly: "Marquis Wuyang is kind and ruthless, so he lie on the wall!"

Chen Fengwen lay on the wall, trembling all over.

Bao Dong carried the sheathed knife and whipped it hard.

"Woo!"

Chen Fengwen knew that he could not shout, so he bit his collar.

After five strokes, Jia Ping'an ordered: "If you go to find Qian Hua later, you will say that you will still write poems to win the female prostitute, and you will be in Qujiangchi."

What is this to do?

Chen Fengwen dared not think or ask.

He went back and found Qian Hua later during class.

"Gambling a slut? OK!"

Chen Fengwen called everyone present that day.

Qian Hua wondered, "I have to go to class in the afternoon!"

While speaking, the gentleman walked in with a majestic look on his face, "I feel unwell. Today, you will go home to study for yourself."

Self-study, isn’t that just herding sheep?

Everyone cheered, and then a group of people headed to Qujiangchi.

"Where are the prostitutes?"

When we arrived at yesterday's place, there were more than ten men and none of them sat in the pavilion.

Chen Fengwen quietly retreated.

A man waved in the pavilion, "Everyone comes in."

When everyone went in, some people were surprised, "It turned out to be Marquis Wuyang!"

"Fate!" Jia Ping'an smiled and said, "I heard that you like to make friends with poetry, Jia is also itchy. I'm looking for an excuse today, can you?"

Jealousy arises from the close class. When the distance between the two sides is so large that it makes people desperate, jealousy will gradually fade away. The greater the distance, the less jealousy.

So the students all agreed happily.

Chen Fengwen quietly pointed at Chen Hua.

"Are you Qian Hua?"

Qian Hua didn't expect Jia Ping'an to know his name, and he couldn't help but be flattered, "Yes, the student is Qian Hua."

Jia Ping'an smiled and said, "In this way, I will bet with you today. Whoever has the best poems will win the prostitute. If you lose, you will jump down and swim to the other side from here."

Qian Hua's face changed drastically, "What's your relationship with Su Xiang?"

Jia Ping'an sat with a big golden sword, "That's how it started. What did you say in class today?"

Don't say it!

Qian Hua's face was pale.

A familiar voice came from behind, "Mr. Today, he told Zhuge Liang about the matter..."

"Then let's take this as the topic."

This is so smart!

Jia Ping'an couldn't help but give the clever ghost Chen Fengwen an admirable look.

“I won’t participate!”

Qian Hua chose to retreat without hesitation.

Jia Ping'an is known for being unparalleled in poetry, so it is not embarrassing for me to do this.

If you don’t want to participate, don’t participate? Jia Ping’an said lightly: “Mr. Jia asked you to write a poem, but you actually took it… Who heard him say he didn’t participate?”

Someone wanted to prove it, but when he saw Chen Fengwen's silent appearance, his heart trembled.

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This is a stance to avenge Su Xiang!

Wouldn't I be cannon fodder when I go up?

Is it worth it for Qianhua cannon fodder?

Everyone was silent.

Qian Hua was desperate, "You can't do this."

"Where is the Prime Minister's Hall to be found? Outside Jinguan City, it is full of cypresses."

Jia Ping'an stood up, turned his back to everyone, and looked at the water and recited, "The green grass reflects the spring scenery of the steps, and the oriole is so beautiful that it is empty across the leaves."

"Good poem!"

Tourists passed by outside and couldn't help but praise them loudly.

"It was Wuyang Hou who wrote the poem."

"No wonder!"

Will my reputation become a huge rock shrouded in the hearts of poets of the Tang Dynasty in the future?

Jia Ping'an couldn't help feeling a little fluttered, "Three times hesitate to the world, and the two dynasties helped the old ministers."

There were many people around outside, and a woman whispered: "These two sentences make people fascinated. It is indeed Marquis of Wuyang!"

Everyone looked at his back and felt particularly tall.

This is the mentality of looking at idols.

What will happen to the last two sentences?

The momentum of ordinary poems suddenly becomes stronger in the middle, and then the ending is difficult to continue, so they can only end smoothly. This is also the reason why many poems read in the first place make people applaud the rhythm, but the last two sentences make people feel bored.
To be continued...