Everyone was doing their best to write poems, and only Cheng Chuyou had nothing to do.
While writing the poem, Sister Dongmei brought along her maids and served everyone a cup of tea.
When she saw Cheng Chuyou sitting cross-legged on the ground, Dongmei's eyelids twitched.
Everyone else was sitting down, except for Cheng Chuyou, who sat cross-legged.
Cheng Chuyou acted as if nothing had happened and looked around at the others.
On Cheng Chuyou's left was Zhangsun Chong, who had also reached the final stage.
Cheng Chuyou craned his neck and looked in Zhangsun Chong's direction.
Since he had already " handed in " the paper, Zhangsun Chong did not mind. So be it.
"Hiss…This poem…"
"How terrifying!"
Zhangsun Chong was wholeheartedly writing the poem in his hand. His state of mind was at its peak when he was interrupted by Cheng Chuyou's "praise".
However, Cheng Chuyou said something nice, so Zhangsun Chong was too embarrassed to say anything. He could only smile at Cheng Chuyou.
However, Cheng Chuyou didn't seem to understand what Zhangsun Chong's smile meant and continued to look over.
"Aiyo, this sentence, seize the fortune of heaven and earth!”
"Incredible, this sentence is even more profound!”
"As expected of the eldest son of the Zhangsun clan. This handwriting can definitely be called the 'Right Army of the Present King'!”
Qin Huaidao was also attracted by Cheng Chuyou's "praises". He casually wrote the poem in his hand and then came to Cheng Chuyou's side.
To be honest, Qin Huaidao wasn't a good person, so he quickly understood what Cheng Chuyou meant.
"As expected of a scholarly family. This poem is indeed good!”
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, we're ashamed of our inferiority.”
Being led by Cheng Chuyou, this little fox, Qin Huaidao naturally also joined the team of flattery.
Du Gou also finished writing the poem in his hand and looked over curiously.
However, after reading it several times, Du Gou still could not understand what was so good about this poem.
Zhangsun Chong's poem was actually similar to Du Gou's poem. They were both about serving the country.
However, Du Gou wrote about the people's livelihood, while Zhangsun Chong wrote about national policies.
Every time Zhangsun Chong wanted to write, Cheng Chuyou and Qin Huaidao would praise him.
Every time, it was Cheng Chuyou who started to praise first, and then Qin Huai followed the rhythm and continued to brag.
Every time this happened, Zhangsun Chong would pause for a moment before continuing to write.
Although Zhangsun Chong's expression did not change on the surface, he did not know that he had already cursed the two of them in his heart!
Cheng Chuyou and Qin Huaidao were like two Internet trolls in the future. One was responsible for starting the rhythm, and the other was responsible for continuing the rhythm.
After the two 'compliments', almost everyone expressed great curiosity towards Zhangsun Chong's poem.
However, they couldn't walk around freely in front of Princess Changle, so they could only listen to Cheng Chuyou's 'live broadcast' from their seats!
The little handmaiden who was serving Zhangsun Chong was the one who questioned Cheng Chuyou that day.
However, she unexpectedly had a good impression of Cheng Chuyou after meeting him this time. She even smiled at Cheng Chuyou a moment ago.
She almost couldn't hold back her laughter because Cheng Chuyou's expression was too exaggerated.
In the end, Zhangsun Chong finally completed this piece of work under Cheng Chuyou's "care"!
Zhangsun Chong was the last one to finish writing, so after he finished writing, his face was a little embarrassed. In the end, he could only glare fiercely at Cheng Chuyou.
"Aiya, Brother Zhangsun's poem…I'm already unable to comment. I have nothing to say.”
Cheng Chuyou opened his fan coquettishly, shook his head, and sighed.
Zhangsun Chong almost went crazy. Who was the one who had evaluated this place for nearly an incense stick's time?!
Which two people were singing and echoing each other like they were doing crosstalk?!
However, Cheng Chuyou did not realize it at all. His head was slightly raised 45 degrees, and the folding fan in his hand began to fan.
It had to be said that if one only looked at his appearance, Cheng Chuyou's moon-white robe, coupled with the folding fan in his hand, really had the elegant demeanor of a good young master.
"I wonder if the sword in Brother Cheng's hand... Fan…Where did you buy it?"
Finally, a student from the Hongwen Club couldn't hold back his curiosity and asked.
The others did not think that there was anything wrong with him because they were all very curious.
This folding fan was really too cool!
"This folding fan is an ancestral treasure. If everyone…"
"I'm sorry, everyone. Brother Cheng has already given this folding fan to me.”Zhangsun Chong interrupted Cheng Chuyou.
"Brother, don't forget our agreement.”
Zhangsun Chong whispered in front of Cheng Chuyou and extended five fingers.
"If it wasn't for Brother Zhangsun's reminder, this little brother would have forgotten.”
Cheng Chuyou closed his folding fan in a suave manner. Then, he turned the folding fan in his hand and cupped his hands towards Zhangsun Chong.
The people around him were already stunned by Cheng Chuyou's coquettish posture!
How could he be so handsome?
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