Yan Qing hesitated and shouted regardless, "I'm still injured! Where can I go to reason?"
The place where his palm was punctured by the rockery was still bleeding. The onlookers only wanted to watch the fun. Who cares about him?
Qi Yun's face turned even colder.
The emotion in Ling Yutong's eyes also gradually faded away. Some pity was overstated, but it was no longer pity.
Behind her, Tang Fuling looked at her figure. When her eyes passed over Qi Yun, who was domineeringly protecting her sister, her eyes stayed there for a second longer.
Xiao Baozhu was already impatient.
Yan Qing was fussing, and if he didn't apologize, the news would soon reach his father. His father was talking to some great scholars. Could it be that Yan Qing wanted to spread this matter to his elders?
Her face turned cold and her head turned into a ball of anger.
At this time, Ling Yutong narrowed his eyes: "I see that you don't want to apologize and just want to compete with poetry. Okay, then you can compete with this lady first, and then come to me."
Yan Qing's fist suddenly became hard.
He's going crazy!
Who wants to fight with her, Ling Yutong, because his target is Tang Fuling from the beginning to the end!
Tang Fuling, who was nowhere to be found after being rescued by Qi Yan, suddenly appeared in Xiao Mansion!
Ling Yutong curled her lips secretly, she didn't care how aggrieved Yan Qing was, what she wanted was for Yan Qing to compete with others in an open and honest manner, instead of just relying on his power to bully women wantonly and be arrogant and unstoppable.
Turning around, sure enough, Tang Fuling's eyes showed some gratitude.
Seeing Ling Yutong's words breaking Yan Qing's deadlock, Xiao Baozhu breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly responded: "That's right, poetry is the most important thing in the poetry club. You should quickly decide the winner with this young lady."
, and then we’ll talk about the rest.”
As she spoke, she deliberately moved the opening to push back the ladies who were watching, so that they would know that this chaos was about to end and leave quickly.
There's nothing exciting to see.
Yan Qing was so angry that his chest trembled greatly. He glared at Xiao Baozhu fiercely and shook his sleeves vigorously.
After all, she is the only daughter of the Xiao family, so she has to give her face.
He pursed his lips and said coldly: "Let's compete, whoever is afraid of whom."
He raised his hand and picked up a random stone from the ground, and smiled at the corner of his lips: "The previous Wu Shi was too simple. I think Miss Tang is so capable, she wouldn't mind if I changed it temporarily, right?"
He made the word "temporary" very clear. Instead of leaving according to Xiao Baozhu's wishes, all the noble ladies and gentlemen stood there leisurely, showing expressions of watching the show.
Ling Yutong frowned slightly.
She turned to look at Tang Fuling, and felt a little relieved when she saw that the other person's eyes didn't even change.
She silently stepped back and handed over the home court to them.
But she didn't expect that when she took a step back, she bumped into her third brother. Following his gaze, she couldn't help but laugh. He hadn't looked away from Miss Tang ever since she met her.
"I don't mind, you can ask first."
Tang Fuling spoke up.
Ling Yutong raised his eyebrows, but he didn't expect that the man with deep eyebrows and a pretty face would speak with a pure soft and waxy tone.
Yan Qing raised his eyebrows coldly and took the lead in composing a poem.
He was indeed a playboy, but he also lacked basic knowledge of poetry and literature. After he finished his sentence, there was a burst of booing from the surroundings.
Tang Fuling lowered his eyes and thought for a moment before speaking.
Ling Yutong glanced at the reactions of the people around him, and realized that this round was a draw.
Yan Qing squinted his eyes, a little unhappy.
He did not expect that a daughter raised by the Luo Kai family would have such a rich literary heritage.
"The next thing is this."
He opened his lips slightly and announced almost forcefully.
Tang Fuling didn't want to argue with him, so she nodded directly, squinted her eyes, and took the lead in forming a sentence.
"Wow, what a poem!"
One young man couldn't help but praise.
A trace of surprise flashed across the corner of Xiao Baozhu's eyes. He didn't expect this little-known young lady to be so powerful.
Qi Zekai even directly expressed his unabashed appreciation.
Ling Yutong glanced at Yan Qing. As expected, his face was livid, as if he hated being robbed of the opportunity.
Her gaze was noticed by Yan Qing.
Their eyes met.
Ling Yutong slightly raised her lips, not hiding the narrowing in her eyes.
That's like saying: Just you, have you ever won over Miss Tang?
Yan Qing's breathing became rapid, and he was indeed irritated.
This made him start to speak his poem without much thought, but the moment before the words came out, he suddenly woke up. If Tang Fuling defeated him...
No, he has to think of a perfect one!
It would be a shame for him to lose to the daughter of a small family!
As a result, he became more cautious, his brain was working rapidly, but it seemed that his mind was blank, and he could not think of a complete poem.
Ling Yutong raised her eyebrows and exchanged glances with Qi Yun, indicating that she was fine.
Qi Yun felt slightly relieved, but the cold look on her face did not dissipate.
As time dragged on, Yan Qing didn't speak and the atmosphere became a little stagnant. Tang Fuling didn't speak and even closed her eyes and waited quietly.
But the young master, who was impatient with waiting, flicked the fan in his hand and urged: "Have you figured it out? It's just a poem. Look at Miss Tang, she got it right quickly."
"Tsk, I'm not good enough..."
"Shut up!"
The veins on Yan Qing's forehead jumped.
He was not a steady-tempered person to begin with, and now that he was so aroused, his previous caution and lack of embarrassment were completely thrown out of his mind.
An unknown poem came out of his mouth.
There was silence for a second.
I don’t know who it was who couldn’t help laughing, and then the wanton and bold young man and the ladies burst into laughter.
"What kind of poem is this? A limerick?"
"A three-year-old can't compose this kind of poetry, right? You..."
Ling Yutong and Qi Yun looked at each other without saying anything or laughing.
However, their indifference and coldness stung Yan Qing's heart even more.
Yan Qing's mind went blank.
He almost wanted to squat on the ground with his head in his hands and dig a hole to bury himself.
At the moment, ridicule and laughter are endless.
"Brother Yan, your level is more than this, right?"
More than one person thought so, but their ridicule did not stop.
Even Tang Fuling turned cold and said in surprise: "You don't have to pretend to let me, I can give you another chance."
In an instant, Yan Qing's face looked terribly ugly, as if he had knocked over a palette, turning blue and white for a while.
Ling Yutong waited needlessly for his reaction.
Anyway, this is a decisive decision.
Even if he opens his mouth again, he's not sure he can beat Tang Fuling's extraordinary performance.
Not as good as...
really.
Yan Qing squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth.
"No need, I didn't let you."
Without looking at the reactions of the people around him, he said coldly: "Even if you win."
Ling Yutong raised her lips: "What do you mean, forget it? Since you said you didn't give in to Miss Tang, it means your skills are inferior to others."
"Master Yan, it's better to seek truth from facts."
Her smile made Yan Qing feel depressed and deeper.
Yan Qing had a gloomy face and stared straight at Ling Yutong with an annoying smile on his face.