After three rounds of fierce competition, the Taoyuan Poetry Contest came to an end with Meng Xinghe’s poem about plum blossoms, which is one of the best in history. After winning the championship for three consecutive rounds, the name of Mr. Meng Xinghe Hua Liu once again spread in Taoyuan.
Zhao Haoran, who originally had a chance to win the championship, was filled with admiration after hearing Meng Xinghe's poem about plum blossoms. He fought hard to the end in this competition, but in the end he was still inferior in skills. He can only blame himself for not being as good as others. Zhao Haoran
He smiled casually and said: "Brother Meng is so talented, I admire you very much. If I have the opportunity in the future, I will definitely compete with Brother Meng. Today, I am convinced!"
Zhao Haoran said the three words "I'm convinced" sincerely, which shows that he has a broad mind and is well-deserved to be named the number one talent in Taoyuan.
Meng Xinghe returned the courtesy and said with a smile: "Brother Zhao is not only a first-class literary talent, but also a generous person. I am lucky to get to know Brother Zhao for the next three lives. If Brother Zhao doesn't dislike it, you can stay and have a glass of wine with all my brothers later."
how."
"Okay!" Zhao Haoran agreed readily and walked down the hall. Although he did not win the first place, he did not look resentful. His demeanor was calm. Compared with Ma Wencai's turmoil, Zhao Haoran has undoubtedly become a scholar.
The most reserved representative.
The performance of the three talents in the last level was extraordinary. Whether it was Ma Wencai or Zhao Haoran, it is undeniable that their works are all excellent, but compared with Meng Xinghe's poem, it is a bit ordinary.
Therefore, there is no doubt that Meng Xinghe won three rounds in a row and won the first place in the Taoyuan County Poetry Competition.
As a dark horse that has suddenly emerged, Meng Xinghe has undoubtedly become the focus of everyone's eyes. Everyone knows that Mr. Hua Liu has no talent or virtue, and is a romantic man by nature. He actually defeated the best talent in Taoyuan and won the first place in this poetry competition.
"He? Is he still the scumbag "Mr. Hualiu" in Taoyuan that everyone knows about?"
Almost everyone, including Meng Xinghe's die-hard brothers, had this idea in their minds. Thinking of the "Mr. Hualiu" who had been hanging around Chunxiang Tower all year round and whoring all his family property, now he had transformed into a top-notch talent in Taoyuan. Everyone couldn't believe this.
It’s a real fact!
Regardless of whether everyone believes it or not, there is no doubt that Meng Xinghe won the championship. The organizer, the Taoyuan Poetry Competition, walked to the middle of the lobby before the final conclusion and announced that the leader of this year's Taoyuan Poetry Competition is "Meng Xinghe!"
"After that, shouts of shouting and screaming came from below.
Some praised, some scolded, some confessed, and some worshiped. The shouts were deafening. The third foot in front of the hall turned into a poultry area in the farmer's market. It can be said to be the most lively venue in the history of Taoyuan County Poetry Competition.
Surrounded by applause and cheers, Meng Xinghe accepted the three thousand taels of silver. The cheers of the crowd immediately increased several times, containing not only envy, but also strong jealousy.
"Three thousand taels of silver, Meng Hualiu took it for himself, it's unreasonable!" Many talented people saw that Meng Xinghe became famous in a competition. Not only did they get the silver, but the most attractive thing was that they could become Miss Shi Yu tonight.
The guest who entered the curtain suddenly felt a kind of hatred that had disappeared for a long time.
Surrounded by the light of happiness, Meng Xinghe enjoyed the treatment of being a celebrity for the first time. I remember when he won the top prize in the college entrance examination in a province, he stayed at home in a low-key manner and no one cared about him. Now, not only is he attracting the attention of thousands of people, but he can also
With both wealth and sex, life is like this, what more can you ask for?
It’s so cool! It’s so damn good! Meng Xinghe was so happy that in a small poetry competition, he randomly copied a few Song poems, danced like a master, and won the first place. “If I become the top scorer in high school in the future,
I'm afraid everyone in the country will go crazy for me!" Meng Xinghe thought shamelessly in his heart.
His expression was extremely wretched, and when he glanced at Ma Wencai's dead grandmother face and Li Haiyu in a daze beside him, Meng Xinghe felt a sense of revenge.
I'm going to crush you bitch everywhere! Master Meng has a strong sense of revenge. Then, Master Meng showed his special move, "Middle finger!"
"Dry!"
Everyone didn't notice Master Meng's physical communication with Ma Wencai, and they were still singing and laughing happily in Chunxiang Tower. The anxious few had already booked girls and went upstairs to have fun.
The lobby started to be noisy again. After the poetry competition, the place returned to its former splendor. There was a lot of chatter and laughter.
Mr. Du stood up and came to Meng Xinghe and congratulated: "My brother is so talented that I admire him." At this point, Mr. Du once again recited deeply, "It will turn into mud and grind into dust, but only the fragrance will remain the same!" He said every time!
After reciting it once, the wrinkles on his head deepened. When he finished reciting the last word, he sighed and said, "I didn't expect that at such a young age, my brother would feel deeper than me."
"Hey!" Mr. Du sighed again, looking at the horizon, and accidentally thought, "It will turn into mud and grind into dust, but only the fragrance remains the same!" He recited it three times in a row, then relaxed his face and faced Meng Xinghe.
Said: "The world of mortals is broken, fame is misplaced, who will count the winners and losers. Everything will hurt you in your lifetime, but the emperor's family is the most difficult!"
I don’t know if Lord Du has learned Meng Xinghe’s method of writing Song lyrics, but he actually recited one of them. Meng Xinghe was confused when he heard it, but fortunately, he guessed quite a bit from the literal meaning of the last sentence, “The most difficult thing is for the emperor’s family!”
, I thought about it in my heart and blurted out.
"Mr. Du cares about the world. As the saying goes, when he lives in a temple, he worries about his people; when he is far away from the rivers and lakes, he worries about his king. Mr. Du cares about the Tang Dynasty and has devoted his life to his duties. He is a role model for future generations."
It is undeniable that Master Meng's words are full of literary talent. After Mr. Du carefully tasted them, he also secretly praised him. He looked at Meng Xinghe carefully, thoughtfully, and after a moment, he said: "Brother, I have always been a great master."
Talent, if you get to Chang'an in the future, you must take care of yourself, and don't make a mistake that will lead to eternal regrets!"
Mr. Du said something incomprehensible, which made Mr. Meng frightened. He was embarrassed not to accept it, "Thank you sir for reminding me, the student has learned a lesson!"
Master Meng said with a salute, and when he raised his head, he saw a man with a curved mustache not far from Mr. Du, staring at the two of them, and gradually moved his hand to his waist.
"Killer?" Two words popped into Master Meng's mind. He had watched such scenes on TV many times before. Based on his rich experience, he concluded at a glance that this man was abnormal. There were many people in the lobby at this time, so naturally no one paid attention to this.
Meng Xinghe accidentally discovered the man with a mustache and felt a little more wary in his heart.
He looked away and had a head-on confrontation with the man with the mustache.
Suddenly, the man with the mustache smiled contemptuously. His right hand slid across his waist, and a thin and long soft sword was pulled out from his waist. With a "hoo" sound, the soft sword swam toward Master Du like a poisonous snake.
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The man with the moustache used his sword not only quickly but also fiercely. He pointed his toes, his body was like a flying swallow, and stabbed in the air, right at Master Du's vest.
"Mr. Du, be careful!"
Meng Xinghe's reaction was not slow. Before the bearded man's sword reached Mr. Du's back, he pushed with both hands and pushed Du Ruhui away a few feet, saving his life.
Du Ruhui reacted only after he escaped from danger under the sword. Fortunately, Meng Xinghe was alert, otherwise his fate would have been decided here.
The man with the moustache's fatal blow was interrupted by Meng Xinghe. He immediately moved his sword to the left and right, and started killing several innocent students around Du Ruhui on the spot. The sword in his hand also pressed forward step by step. He seemed to be determined.
He would not give up until Du Ruhui died.
The bloody massacre filled the lobby in an instant, and almost everyone chose to run for their lives at this moment. Meng Xinghe originally wanted to escape, but seeing the assassin pursuing Du Ruhui, how could he escape? He rolled on the spot and protected Du Ruhui.
In front of him, he cursed loudly: "Bold mad man, Mr. Du is serving the country and the people, and you are killing him step by step. Are you doing justice to all the people in the world?"
Young Master Meng's momentum was as strong as a rainbow, and every sentence made sense. The man with the mustache raised his long sword: "Bah! Shameless traitor, everyone will kill him!" His anger surged, and the soft sword in his hand did not move, and Meng Meng was killed.
There was a cut on the young master's chest, and blood was pouring out.
Master Meng was hit with a sword in the chest, but fortunately it did not kill him. He protected Du Ruhui behind him and shouted to the fleeing crowd: "The Taoyuan County magistrate Ma Shouyi is here, the assassin is here, why don't we send anyone?"
Come and rescue Mr. Du quickly."
He roared angrily. He heard the man with the mustache say: "Little thief, if you protect this traitor, I will kill you first." The man with the mustache fired fiercely, and the soft sword in his hand was aimed at Meng Xinghe.
Cut the throat.
The cold sword edge was close to his neck, and it was so cold. Master Meng's heart was pounding.
"I won't die like this!"
When the mustache man's sword hit Meng Xinghe's throat, two arrows were fired from a knotty corner of the hall on the first floor of Chunxiang Building. One arrow hit the three-foot soft sword in the hand of the mustache man, and the other arrow hit the little man.
Bearded man's shoulders.
The man with the mustache was caught off guard by the sudden hidden arrow, and gave up his plan to kill Master Meng. With his sword fighting, he first cut off the hidden arrow flying towards his shoulder, then jumped off the ground and landed three meters away from Master Meng.
on a table.
"Good archery skills!" Master Meng was secretly glad that the sword in the hand of the man with the mustache did not kill him. He looked gratefully at the man who shot the arrow to save him.
Wherever his eyes fell, he saw a boy of thirteen or fourteen years old. The boy had sharp eyebrows and tiger eyes. He was tall and stocky, and had a dignified appearance. He could be described as a talented man. The boy had a quiver on his back and a long bow in his hand. From his shoulders to his knees, he used