What is the highest level of pretending to behave?

At this time, silence is better than sound!

After writing, Chen Qiao threw away the brush in his hand and turned around casually.

"Let's go!"

No one stopped him.

Lin Qin glanced at the poems on the rice paper on the table and secretly remembered the poems in her heart.

A pair of beautiful eyes were full of surprise, and the agile eyes flowed for a moment.

Seeing that Shenqiao had walked away, he quickly followed.

“…”

No one stopped the deserted bridge.

Everyone's eyes were all on the poem written by Shenqiao on rice paper.

Looking around, it makes people shine.

The pen and ink in front of me are flying dragons and phoenixes, which look extremely pleasing to the eye.

The layman watches the fun, while the insider sees the tricks.

All the literati present were literati. Even some people who didn't know much about calligraphy could see that this handwriting was written very well.

With a light stroke and a good level of writing, you will definitely not be able to write without immersed in calligraphy for many years.

This glance made many people present take a breath.

How old was that kid just now?

At such an age, can you write such a masterly calligraphy?

Could it be that he started learning calligraphy after beating his mother?

When everyone was amazed, Zeng Changxu's face looked the most ugly.

Although calligraphy is not what he is best at, it is also one of his excellent skills.

Before again, it was always others who praised his calligraphy.

However, at this moment, he was slapped in the face.

Thinking of what Chen Qin boasted about him just now, Zeng Changxu felt a burning pain in his old face.

Since Zeng Changxu has some understanding of calligraphy, he can naturally see it more deeply than those present.

This calligraphy is far from comparable to that of him.

The difference is too far.

He immediately turned around and looked at Chen Qin coldly.

Chen Qin knew that he was too talkative, so he didn't dare to speak out at this time.

Just glanced at the rice paper in front of me, my eyes were even more sinister.

Who would have thought that the kid was actually a master of calligraphy?

Of course, what made the audience even more silent was the poem in front of me.

"Since I was a child, I was thorny in the deep grass."

"Now I gradually feel the weed."

"People at that time didn't recognize Lingyunmu."

"Just wait until Lingyun begins to reach high."

“…”

If many of the people present had a slight understanding of calligraphy, their attainments in poetry were considered experts.

They can tell whether a poem is good or not.

And the poem in front of you...

After everyone finished reading it, they recited it silently several times in their hearts and savored it carefully.

Immediately, many people's faces changed.

Especially Zeng Changxu, who was first slapped in the face by calligraphy, and then saw this poem.

I felt like another slap in the face, slapped him hard in the face.

This poem is also a poem that uses things to express one's aspirations.

To be precise, it is to write about people through pine trees and use objects to satirize them.

As for who is ironic, it goes without saying.

Isn’t this poem just a satirizing them to look down on others?

Everyone present was a literati, who could not see the meaning of this poem?

There are many meanings in this poem, but isn’t it just a mockery of them?

For a moment, everyone was angry.

But in anger, everyone was silent again.

This poem...

Let’s not talk about whether this poem mocks them. This poem alone…it really beats Zeng Changxu’s poem just now.

Compared with this poem, Zeng Changxu’s previous poem is truly a whineless and empty garbage.

I really don't deserve to be called a poem...

For a moment, countless people looked at Zeng Changxu.

Zeng Changxu's face was gloomy and his eyes were staring at the poem on the table.

With so many people watching, can he say that this poem is not good?

If you can't say it, who will believe it if it spreads?

"I underestimated him, but I didn't expect that he was still a talented man who could not be missed!"

After a long time, Zeng Changxu squeezed out this sentence from his teeth.

But no matter who sees it, he can see that his face looks quite ugly.

The arrogant Zeng Changxu was slapped in the face tonight.

This news spread quickly.

This poem is also accompanied by the spread.

Everyone knew that a foreigner appeared, mocked Zeng Changxu and everyone present, and left a poem.

At first, everyone was really angry. This was the poetry gathering that everyone was proud of. It was the last fig leaf for talented men and beautiful women and young men to pursue elegance.

Who wouldn't be angry and embarrassed when someone was lifted up so hard?

However, when many people saw the poem left by that man, they were silent again.

This feeling is like being ridiculed as a fool. When you want to refute it, someone takes out evidence and says that you are just a fool and can't refute it.

I feel very unhappy.

But there is no reason to refute.

This poem, called Komatsu, also spread rapidly among the crowd.

"Investigate it for me, what is the origin of this Lin Yan!"

In the room, Zeng Changxu's face was gloomy.

"yes."

“…”

In another room, the girl in red looked at the excerpted poem in front of her.

After reading it several times, something seemed to flash in my beautiful eyes.

Not long after, she smiled and said, "This guy is indeed a bit talented, but this girl underestimates him!"

The maid next to him also smiled and said, "Miss, you saw it just now. He was so angry that he could not speak the talented men alone. Especially Zeng Changxu's face was particularly ugly."

"Zeng Changxu did make some public appearances in the capital. He claimed to be a talented man. He usually used the reasons for discussing poetry, elegant literature, and I don't know how many girls he has harmed. Now he has met an opponent!"

The girl in red blinked her beautiful eyes: "There is such a thing in the capital, which is interesting. I am a little looking forward to something happening next."

The maid next to her was obviously very relieved, and she had no good feelings for Zeng Changxu.

However, she seemed to think of something and said with some concern: "Miss, Zeng Changxu suffered a loss today, and he would definitely not give up. I think he will definitely find a way to deal with that young master. Should we help that young master?"

"Why do you need to help?" said the girl in red.
To be continued...