Chapter 142 Shocked

Princess Zhang Le, who was sitting behind the table with a sad face, was overjoyed, her wrinkled face suddenly stretched out, her two thin eyebrows raised, she waved to Wu Qi and smiled, "Wu Qi, come here. I have seen the big Sister Yuqianqianyu, the most famous talented woman in the Yan Dynasty!"

Yu Qianqian smiled, tilted her head slightly, and looked at Wu Qi with her hands behind her back. With an unserious smile, Wu Qi strode past a large group of young men in white robes, waving at Yu Qianqian all the way and walked over: "Miss Yuqianqian, I've heard your name for a long time, I've heard your name for a long time!"

To be honest, Wu Qi suppressed his true energy in his body. With his sloppy footsteps, he walked a little more unbearably than ordinary people. The impression he gave to outsiders was that his body was always moving up and down in weird ways, without a serious appearance. The place full of literary talents and high-profile guests here is very inconsistent.

There is never a shortage of stunned young people among young people, let alone people with ulterior motives who are willing to show one or two things in front of Yuqianqian in order to deepen their impression in the hearts of beauties. Immediately, there were more than thirty young men wearing white robes of the same color, but with expensive jade pendants hanging around their waists, stood up, pointed at Wu Qi and shouted: "Who is here? Why didn't you come here without taking a bath and changing clothes? What is it like here?" This place tolerates your impoliteness."

Wu Qi stopped in surprise. He looked around at the young men in white robes and high crowns who were dressed in a serious manner, and then looked at his body, which was messy due to running and fighting all the way, and there were still a lot of grass stuck to it. The shabby blue robe couldn't help but sneer: "Bather and change clothes? Where is this place? Uncle Wu Qi came here, and still need to bathe and change clothes?"

Uncle, as soon as the word was uttered, thousands of young men on the wooden platform burst into laughter. Everyone put on an expression that they didn't dare to get close to him, and looked at Wu Qi with disgust and pride. A young man who stood up just now shook his head again and again and said: "It's an insult to the gentleman, it's an insult to the gentleman! This is the place where we gather to appraise poetry, calligraphy and painting. How can we allow such villagers to insult this place?"

Princess Zhang Le's complexion sank immediately, she stared at the young man firmly, and muttered in a low voice: "The grandson of the Marquis of Qingyang? Hmph, I have no idea how to abolish your inheritance right, This palace is not called Zixuan! Well, how can I abolish your right to inherit the throne of Qingyanghou? Simply, punish Qingyanghou together? But, what charges are you going to charge?"

Princess Zhang Le was thinking in a low voice about how to deal with these young people who dared to be disrespectful to Wu Qi, but Yu Qianqian could hear Princess Zhang Le talking to herself clearly. Yuqianqian frowned, stretched out her hands and pressed her hands and shouted in a clear voice: "Everyone, be quiet!" As soon as Yuqianqian opened her mouth, all the young men present immediately shut their mouths, and even sat down on the table with solemn faces, posing one by one. Showing the most gentle, refined and handsome appearance, he looked at Yu Qianqian affectionately.

Yu Qianqian smiled slightly, and glanced at Princess Zhang Le with satisfaction. Princess Zhang Le's complexion suddenly became ugly. In the eyes of these young men, she was obviously not as important as Yu Qianqian, which made Princess Zhang Le feel very uncomfortable. She stared fixedly at the huge drawing paper in front of her, with her small mouth raised half the sky high.

Pursing her lips and smiling proudly, Yu Qianqian looked at Wu Qi for a while, and glanced at the blood stains on Wu Qi's skirt, and her complexion changed slightly. She glanced at the many young people present with admonishing eyes, and then said to Wu Qi gently: "Lord Tianyun, Wu Qi, Lord Wu, the little girl Yuqianqian is very polite. This is where the little girl gathers friends every year to share The place of poetry, calligraphy and painting. This bathing and changing of clothes is just a custom, so as not to insult the beautiful writing, calligraphy and painting in this world."

Sighing lightly, Yu Qianqian smiled at Wu Qi: "This rule is just made and followed by everyone, and it's not intentional to make things difficult for Lord Wu."

After staring at Yu Qianqian for a long time, Wu Qi suddenly burst out laughing. When he smiled, he intentionally or unintentionally let out the unique aura of a martial artist in the innate realm, and the huge laughter rolled out, shaking the chaotic red river with waves about a foot high, and the wooden platform under his feet was constantly ups and downs. There is an iron anchor tied to the wooden platform, which has been overturned by the waves long ago. "Absurd, what a joke! You have to take a bath and change clothes to do beautiful calligraphy and painting. It's the biggest joke since the beginning of the world!" Wu Qi glanced at Yu Qianqian disdainfully, and said with a sneer, "You have to take a bath and change clothes before you can do it." Can you write good words? Can you draw good paintings? It’s like a stupid pig! You people, all of you are pretending to be nonsense, and you are talking about poetry and painting, poetry and painting!”

After stomping his feet heavily, Wu Qi said with a long smile: "If you can write good poems after bathing and changing clothes, and you can draw pictures of beautiful women, those in the brothels Bitches with thousands of people riding thousands of people, they don't know how many times they have to take a bath a day, aren't they the most famous talented women in the Yan Dynasty, a hundred times more famous than your big sister Yu?"

Yuqianqian's complexion suddenly became extremely ugly, and her eyes almost jumped out of their sockets.

How had she ever met such an unreasonable villager as Wu Qi? Compared with the gentle and gentle men around Yushu Linfeng with a belly full of knowledge and poetry, Wu Qi is just a wild boar that broke into the vegetable field, trampled on it, and turned all the good cabbages in the vegetable field into rotten mud.

Those young men in white robes and white goose-feather crowns jumped up like wild cats whose buttocks had been burned, or simply like dutiful sons and grandsons whose ancestral graves had been dug up. Thousands of people yelled at Wu Qi in unison, Cursing at him for being absurd and nonsensical, he is simply the world's most arrogant villain and the world's most damned mad husband villager.

What's more, the extremely excited nobleman from a wealthy family and with a bit of martial arts practice drew out his sword, angrily wanting to share life and death with Wu Qi! What Wu Qi said was too hurtful, too slapping in the face, he was nakedly humiliating so many literati present!

There was a violent howl of bears, and six huge bear demons suddenly recovered their bear bodies, and flew into the air with the demon wind. Six powerful soul pressures crashed down from the sky, thousands of young men screamed and fell to the ground. Then I heard Xiong Qingweng growl angrily: "I don't understand poetry and painting, I don't understand your sour things. But His Majesty has ordered you to protect Wu Qi from your ancestors, who dares to touch him, Lao Tzu Just destroy him all over the house." His teeth rattled and bumped, and Xiong Qing laughed loudly and said, "I haven't eaten human flesh for a long time, and I miss it very much recently!"

The best way to deal with these literati who think they are romantic is to put a sword around their necks. Thousands of hot-blooded literary students shut their mouths one by one tremblingly. Even Shangguan Yuhen, who had cast a malicious look at Wu Qi just now, shut his mouth wisely. There is a bear demon achieved by the six-headed demon pill here, but he is only one person, and he is definitely not the opponent of the six-headed bear demon.

Wu Qi smiled, he greeted, let the six Xiong Qing brothers fall from the sky, and returned to the ferry with heavy steps to wait.

Putting his hands behind his back, Wu Qi looked at Yu Qianqian with a livid face and said with a smile: "It seems that everyone disagrees with Wu Qi's statement? Hey——it really is a group of moral and nonsensical bastards who claim to be well-educated! Sister Yu, What is the topic of your poetry and painting meeting today, let's hear it!"

Yuqianqian's lips trembled and she was unable to make a sound for a long, long time.

Princess Zhang Le, on the other hand, smiled until her eyes narrowed into lines. She looked at Wu Qi with a smile, and said with an incomparably gentle and coquettish laugh: "Sister Yu just commented on Shangguan Yuhen, which is also known as the Sky-Splitting Sword Sect. The youngest elder Shangguan Yuhen's "Immortal Journey" poetry collection. Then Sister Yu said that we and other mortals can't guess the realm of immortals. Today's topic is just going against the grain. Instead of writing about immortals, I write poems about ordinary people and villagers. .”

Looking at Yu Qianqian with flickering eyes, Princess Zhang Le said coldly: "Sister Yu also said that I painted a picture of animals very well - I want Bengong to draw a picture of galloping horses here with fine brushwork. But, this palace I've never seen that kind of low-class mount, where can I draw a picture of a galloping "horse"?"

With a sneer, Wu Qi walked to the table in front of Princess Zhang Le, and grabbed a thick stack of paper from the table. These should be the poems written by these young people before Wu Qi came to describe the life of the villagers. However, there are so many young masters present, either from rich and powerful backgrounds, or they are also educated scholars from a scholarly family. Which of them has really seen how the villagers live?

The Fu they wrote is only short four-character and five-character sentences with the same style in the "Book of Songs". What's new in the words?

Wu Qi looked at Yu Qianqian who had an ugly face, and suddenly burst out laughing.

"Village folk's poems? Let's see what you write here? Forget it, forget it, let you toads who have never seen the world, see what is called poetry, what is called elegant and refined, and what is called rural folk fun!"

After pondering for a moment, Wu Qi walked back and forth on the wooden platform for a few steps, looked up to the sky and chanted, "The jujube flowers are falling from the rustling clothes, the car is ringing in the south of the village and the north of the village, and the old willows are selling vegetables and melons in cow clothes. The road is long but wants to sleep. People in Rigao are thirsty for Mansi tea, knock on the door and ask the wild people." Because I have never seen cucumbers in this world, I don't know if there are such crops here, so Wu Qi changed "cucumber" to "zagua melon".

As soon as he said a word, the whole audience was moved, and the complexions of some really talented and knowledgeable Wen Sheng changed drastically, and they looked at Wu Qi as if they had seen a ghost.

Now that you have plagiarized, then plagiarize to the end. Wu Qi, with a red face and not red, walked seven steps pretentiously, and then chanted loudly: "The eaves of thatched cottage are low, and the grass is green on the stream. The drunken old voice is charming, Whose family is the old woman. The older one is hoeing beans in the east of the stream, and the middle one is weaving chicken coops. I like the youngest rogue, lying on the head of the stream and peeling lotus pods."

This song is as clear and beautiful as a palm chestnut that just came out of the water, fresh and tender, the water is alive, and once the words are uttered in a style completely different from that of Dayan Dynasty, the scene is even more silent, even the six brothers Xiong Qing were dumbfounded when they heard it. Twelve ears fluttered desperately, and the eyeballs almost jumped out of their sockets.

Yuqianqian looked pale, looking at Wuqi with a bluish complexion, her body was shaking intermittently, so that she could not fall to the ground.

But Wu Qi took another three steps on the same spot, and continued to recite a word: "The bright moon leaves the branches to frighten the magpies, and the breeze sings the cicadas in the middle of the night. The fragrance of rice flowers speaks of a good year, and one can hear the sound of frogs. Seven or eight stars away, two or three o'clock rain in front of the mountain .In the old Maodian community, beside the forest, I suddenly saw the bridge at the turn of the road."

The whole audience was shocked, no matter how hairy a person could say a word, say a word.

Among the thousands of literati seated, most of them secretly crumbled the paper in front of them and slowly hid it in their sleeves. Zhou Cai, those who scolded Wu Qi the worst, all lowered their heads in shame.

Princess Zhang Le rested her chin in her hands, looked at Wu Qi with a smirk, her eyes were full of stars.

But Wu Qi still refused to give up. He said with a long smile, "Today Wu Qi doesn't take a bath, doesn't change clothes, and even just killed dozens of people to come here. Hahaha, the poem has already been written, let's see what Wu Qi's painting is like." How about it. Come and serve Lao Tzu's pen and ink!"

Princess Zhang Le jumped up, waited on Wu Qi attentively and sat behind the table. Wu Qi held the ink pen and daubed dots on the drawing paper, but in less than half an hour, a picture of galloping horses was completed in one go.