Chapter 322 Poetry Is Not About Holding Back Your Urine, It’s About Drinking Plenty of Water

Fang Xing was about to leave, but he was taken aback when he saw Ning Xiang's dripping face, and then he laughed at himself: "According to what they said, Fang has offended His Majesty and is not tolerated by Confucianism. Isn't Ning Xiang afraid of being dragged?"

This kind of happy women have seen a lot of men's attitudes, so the skill of acting on the spot is extraordinary.

From ignoring Fang Xing at the beginning, to now thinking that Fang Xing might have a way to change, it only took a few minutes.

Chen Xiao held a round stool in his hand and shouted: "Nazy! Stay away! Otherwise, be careful!"

Those few students who originally wanted to show a brave image in front of the beauties didn't dare to move forward after seeing Chen Xiao's fat face.

"Chen Xiao, don't even think about living a good life in the Imperial College from now on!"

A student from the Imperial College pointed at Chen Xiao and shouted.

Chen Xiao smiled grimly and said, "My Lord has been a good person in the Imperial College for a long time, if anyone wants to try my hand, welcome at any time!"

Fang Xing couldn't help smiling when he heard the words, then slowly looked at the student who spoke just now, and said indifferently: "Fang has a bad reputation in the Imperial College, and he has swept the face of the Imperial College twice, especially Mr. Qin, who made you lose your job. I'm so sorry!"

As soon as these words came out, Qin Ban's face turned pale, remembering the embarrassment of being kicked out of the Imperial College, and the grievance of having to condescend to the Li Family Academy, he couldn't help doubting his decision to confront Fang Xing at that time.

Li Mao, on the other hand, was a little steadfast. Qin Ban was the teacher of his academy at this time, and being questioned was just slapping Li's family in the face.

"Fang Xing, now that you are enemies everywhere, do you still dare to be so presumptuous?"

Li Mao shouted sharply, and smiled at Ning Xiang.

"Sabi!"

Fang Xing raised his eyebrows and said: "Even if Fang is down and out, it's not something you and other villains can say!"

Before these people could react, Fang Xing stretched out his hand and said, "Since you're waiting for Fang to write a poem, nothing else, there are quite a lot of inappropriate things."

As a best friend for many years, Chen Xiao understood and prepared to get a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, but Fang Xing yelled softly, "Small knife!"

"exist!"

Ning Xiang originally thought that Fang Xing was putting on airs, and the movement of him stretching out his hand looked a little funny, so she pursed her lips and smiled, but her eyes were cold.

Both Qin Ban and Li Mao sneered, ready to scold Fang Xing for wanting to avoid the childish behavior of writing poetry.

"Boom!"

At this moment, a black figure nimbly emerged from the railing on the second floor. After turning over, he grabbed the window lattice with one hand, and his body flew up as if weightless.

"Master!"

While everyone was stunned, the black shadow flipped in mid-air and knelt down in front of Fang Xing without any error.

Looking at the small knife hanging in front of him, Fang Xing said indifferently, "Pen, ink, paper and inkstone."

"Yes, master."

The knife stretched like a spring under his feet. After taking off the satchel he was carrying, he skillfully took out the four treasures of the study, and sharpened the ink in front of everyone.

Li Mao looked at Fang Xing standing with his hands behind his back. Although he was dressed simply, he still had an awe-inspiring air.

Qin Ban looked at Fang Xing in a daze, and then at the students, he suddenly found a problem.

——Fang Xing gave him a different feeling from the people present!

This feeling is very strange. If the people present are all birds, then Fang Xing is a falcon standing on the edge of the cliff. He looked at the little bird chirping and chirping in aloofness, causing headaches, with disdain and contempt.

In Ning Xiang's eyes, Fang Xing at this moment is like a fierce tiger, looking down on all sentient beings.

Fang Xing walked slowly to the table where the melons, fruits and drinks were placed. He reached out his hand and brushed it away. There was a crackling sound, and the dishes fell to the ground, and the melons and fruits were all over the floor.

"Here comes the wine!"

After the Four Treasures of the Study were placed on the table, Fang Xing stretched out his hand again.

Ning Xiang looked at the shattered porcelain bottle on the ground, thinking that you dropped the wine bottle, still want to drink? Get down on the ground and drink.

Xiaodao bowed and asked, "Master, what kind of wine do you want to drink today?"

Fang Xing said lightly: "Shochu,

The best kind. "

Li Mao glanced at the servant at home who was waiting on the side, and the servant nodded understandingly.

Do you want to drink? Go to the shore and drink!

But Xiaodao still reached into the satchel and fumbled for a while, then took out a bottle.

"Hiss hiss..."

When they saw the white jade-like wine bottle, everyone's eyes almost popped out of their sockets, only Chen Ling thought proudly: It really is Brother Dehua, this posture can directly destroy them.

Fang Xing opened the bottle cap, and a strong aroma of wine filled the cabin, and everyone couldn't help sniffling.

What kind of wine is this? smell good!

Ning Xiang's complexion began to become a little dignified.

Could the person who can own this kind of fine wine be the down-and-out country landlord that Li Mao and the others talk about?

"Gudong!"

Fang Xing took a big gulp, then, amidst the throbbing of everyone's throats, handed the wine bottle to Knife, and picked up the brush.

Paralyzed! I'm in a hurry!

Fang Xing only felt a rush of hot air from his throat to his lower abdomen, and suddenly his head became dizzy. As a result, he forgot the poem he just remembered.

Fuck! Pretend to be big!

Li Mao saw the dish on Fang Xing's face, and sneered, "Aren't you procrastinating? If you can't find a clue, Miss Ningxiang is willing to play a song to cheer you up!"

Seeing Li Mao's gaze, Ning Xiang smiled slightly and said, "Ning Xiang is willing to show shame for the lords!"

As soon as Ning Xiang touched the strings with her jade hands, Fang Xing laughed and said, "No need, poetry is not about urinating, is it enough to drink more water? Hahahaha!"

Ning Xiang's complexion changed drastically, she neither stretched nor retracted her hand, she just froze there for a while, with tears in her eyes, which made her feel affectionate.

"Fang Xing! You..."

Qin Ban pointed at Fang Xing with a blushing old face, and said tremblingly, "You, you, you are insulting gentlemen!"

Fang Xing squinted at Qin Ban and said, "Humiliate your sister! You are so coquettish when you come to surf the Qinhuai River at such a young age, does your wife know?"

"you you……"

Qin Ban was blocked by these words, the hand he pointed at Fang Xing was trembling. Hua Qing who was nearby was worried that he would fall, so he hurried over to help him.

"Mr. Qin, don't worry, this Fang Xing must not be able to write poems, he is messing around!"

As soon as Qin Ban heard that he thought so, he suppressed the anger in his chest and waited for Fang Xing to write.

Fang Xing raised his eyebrows frivolously at Ningxiang, and then started to write like a calligraphy master.

Everyone watched quietly, no one spoke.

Even after Fang Xing's handwriting has been practiced for several years, it still only catches the eye.

Fang Xing wrote a few rows casually, then threw the brush away.

"Look slowly."

Ning Xiang watched Fang Xing's unrestrained back disappear at the stairs, and walked to the window involuntarily.

In the hazy drizzle, Jinling City looked blurry in the distance.

Looking down, Fang Xing walked to the side of the ship. He didn't even need a boat board, so he jumped onto the shore so easily.

What a vigorous skill!

Ning Xiang, who was used to seeing frail scholars, secretly called out hello, but who would have thought that Fang Xing suddenly turned around as if she had eyes in the back of her head. He tilted his head and hooked his index finger towards her with a frivolous expression on his face. Sir Dybala said that Sir has a job, and the work pressure is not small, so if there are any mistakes in this book, please forgive me. It is impossible for a novel to continue in a refreshing way. If there is refreshing, there must be tenderness and intrigue in the plain, and even suffer. One piece and one relaxation is the long-term way. After three days in a row, Jazz felt a little dizzy! Eight watch on the first day, and five watch on the next two days. The five watch that the jazz promised will end today. I hope that everyone will feel a little bit of joy during the Lantern Festival, then the jazz's goal will be achieved. Tomorrow, the Jazz should have a late sleep tomorrow, then recover from the fatigue of the past few days, and meet the intense work of the day after tomorrow. I hope everyone will not use the skyrocketing data to slap Jazz in the face tomorrow, making Jazz have to code words in the bathroom... If there are many book friends who subscribe and good grades, Jazz will go all out and continue to the fifth update! ! ! The pain on the left side of my neck is unbearable, and I have five or six frostbite on my hands. Now I am typing with gloves on. I admire myself for being able to wear gloves and adapt so quickly!