Chapter 914 Because... I Don't Care

"Because... I don't care about it!"

Do not care?

Many people looked at each other in blank dismay.

What kind of explanation is this?

At this time, Xue An said lightly: "Miss Tang, you are a good girl, but everything you said, including the so-called Tang family property, is not worth mentioning to me at all!"

Hearing these words, Tang Sheng secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

Anyway, as long as he didn't say yes.

Then he felt very uncomfortable, actually looking down on the Tang family?

So he sneered and said, "Oh? Judging from Mr. Xue's tone, it seems that he doesn't look down on my mere Tang family at all? Then I don't know what lofty ambition Mr. Xue has?"

Hearing these words, many people in the room let out low laughter.

Among them, Yao Chaofeng's laughter was the most arrogant.

But in the face of all this, Xue An didn't even lift his eyelids, he just said calmly: "How can you understand what I want?"

"Hmph!" Tang Sheng snorted coldly when he heard the words, and he was even more displeased with Xue An in his heart, thinking that he was purely an ignorant and arrogant person.

Tang Ling'er stared blankly at Xue An.

Now she finally understands what Xue An said before coming here, it's better to make it clear face to face when something needs to happen!

turn out to be!

That's why I made it so clear!

Tang Ling'er was suddenly filled with grievance and sadness.

She doesn't understand.

Obviously, he had arranged everything very well, but he disagreed in the end.

Can everything be explained by a sentence of not rare?

Tang Ling'er had mixed feelings in her heart.

Yao Chaofeng was so happy that he almost jumped up from his seat.

In his opinion, this Xue An is a pure idiot.

To actually refuse such a good thing that others dream of, what is it if you are not an idiot?

But do you think that is enough?

What I want is to ruin your reputation!

Yao Chaofeng sneered in his heart, and then winked at a few doormen in the distance.

These few retainers had already been bought by him, so after seeing Yao Chaofeng's gesture, these sour literati began to care about it.

Then one of them laughed mockingly and said: "What a strange man with great ambitions! It's a pity... just a little ignorant!"

These words provoked the laughter of the surrounding disciples.

"Brother Liu is right, there are some people! They are the ones with empty stomachs and sharp mouths!"

"Tsk tsk, I heard that since someone entered the Tang family, they either ate or slept or slept and ate all day long. I guess they don't even understand the mediocrity, and dare to speak wild words?"

These words are extremely harsh and ugly.

Tang Ling'er's complexion changed.

Although Xue An rejected her.

But she still didn't want Xue An to be slandered by these sour literati who talk about their skills.

After all, facing the provocations of these people, if Xue An did not dare to respond.

Then his reputation will be completely ruined.

And if the reputation of a scholar is ruined, it means that he will not think about making progress in his official career or literary world in his life.

This also shows the sinister intentions of these guys.

So Tang Ling'er wanted to speak out to reprimand these people.

But at this moment.

Xue An's eyes were slightly cold, but a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Oh? In that case, your literary talents must be very good?"

"I dare not say it is good, but at least it is much better than some people!" A middle-aged scholar with a proud face said lightly, holding a folding fan.

Xue An nodded, "Alright then, since you have a good literary talent, are you interested in a competition?"

"Compare? How do you compare?" The middle-aged scribe gave Xue An a sideways look, his face full of disdain.

"How about winning or losing with poetry?" Xue An said calmly.

Hearing these words, all the scribes and followers were surprised.

Especially this middle-aged scribe was taken aback for a moment, and then sneered: "You want to compare poetry with me? Are you sure?"

Xue An nodded, and said flatly, "That's right!"

"Okay, this is what you said, how do you compare?" The middle-aged scribe looked confident in winning.

In his opinion, this is simply Xue An stretching out his face to slap him!

Although he didn't make a name for himself, he can still get his poems right!

So he is full of confidence.

Xue An said at this time: "It's very simple, the winner takes all, and the loser... pays with his life! How about it?"

There was a dead silence.

Then there was a low uproar from the crowd.

Tang Ling'er was even more shocked and inexplicable.

How can you bet your life on a poem?

So she anxiously wanted to persuade Xue An.

But at this time, Yao Chaofeng spoke first.

"Okay, it really is a man, since that's the case, then it's a deal! How about it?"

The middle-aged scribe was also a little hesitant, but Yao Chaofeng agreed for him, so he gritted his teeth and nodded.

"Okay! Then do as you say!"

Tang Ling'er was full of anxiety, and said in a low voice, "Xue An, what exactly do you want?"

Xue An smiled at her, "It's nothing, it's just being idle and boring, just teaching some guys how to behave!"

"But you..."

Tang Ling'er wanted to say something else.

The middle-aged scribe was afraid that Xue An would take the lead, so he jumped out first.

"But I don't know what the title is?"

Xue An said lightly: "Whatever you want! I can do it!"

This crazy tone made many people feel displeased.

Especially Tang Sheng.

He spent all his time sitting behind the desk, wanting to see how Xue An lost.

At this time, Yao Yu pointed sharply at the bright spring scenery outside the window, "If that's the case, how about using spring scenery as the topic?"

The middle-aged scribe was delighted when he heard this.

What he is good at is telling love with scenes, so this proposition is right in his arms.

Xue An was noncommittal.

The middle-aged scribe wandered around the room for a few times, then suddenly clapped his folding fan, "Yes!"

After finishing speaking, he wrote a poem on the paper in a blink of an eye.

After the recitation aloud, the audience applauded.

"good words!"

"After a few months, Brother Liu's poetry level has improved again. This Wing Chun is fresh and meaningful. It is really a masterpiece! Congratulations!"

These praises filled the study room.

The middle-aged scribe looked smug, then looked at Xue An, "Master Xue, it's your turn!"

At this time, Xue An was looking at the little spring scenery outside the window, and he seemed a little crazy for a while.

"Hehe, can't you write it?"

"I'm really looking for death!"

"You know it's a superficial scumbag!"

Among these cynicism.

Tang Ling'er looked at it in a daze.

Because she caught a glimpse of the loneliness in Xue An's eyes.

That feeling made her feel empty.

What did he go through?

Why is there such a strong emotion in the eyes?

Tang Ling'er was wondering.

Xue An turned his head and smiled slightly, "Yes! Just wait and listen!"

As he spoke, Xue An groaned softly.

"Water is eye-popping!"

At the beginning, the faces of these literati were full of disdain, thinking that it was absolutely impossible for Xue An to write a masterpiece that surpassed that of middle-aged literati.

But when Xue An's first words came out of his mouth.

The hearts of everyone in the audience trembled, and all voices disappeared instantly.

People all quieted down and listened quietly.

Xue An went on to chant: "The mountain is where the eyebrows gather. Want to ask pedestrians where to go? The place where the eyebrows are full! Only then will I send the spring back, and I will send the king back. If you go to Jiangdong to catch the spring, you must live with the spring!"

Let's talk.

The audience was dead silent.

Everyone was shocked.