Cheng Chumo's Face Slapping, Group Beaten?
When the people of Xiaoxiang Court heard Cheng Chumo's words, they all looked towards the door.
Li Hui walked towards Cheng Chumo with a group of people behind him. He smiled as if the two of them had been good friends for many years.
Cheng Chumo looked at Li Hui with a smile on his face, and his lips curled up in disdain. He said coldly,
"Li Hui, if you can't say one, two, three, four today, this matter between us won't be over!”
Looking at Cheng Chumo's serious face, Li Hui still had a smile on his face.
It was as if Li Hui was confident about this matter and wasn't afraid of Cheng Chumo at all.
"Old Cheng, I'm afraid the entire Chang 'an knows what kind of person you are. If you tell them that you can write poems, how many people in Chang 'an will believe you?”
"However, since Old Cheng wants to prove that you're knowledgeable and talented, why don't you perform another poem on the spot and let us all see Eldest Young Master Cheng's talent?”
Li Hui walked up to Cheng Chumo and patted him on the shoulder, looking considerate.
The surrounding people also expressed their agreement when they heard Li Hui's words.
"That's right, Young Master Cheng. Since you can compose such a good poem, it shouldn't be a problem to compose another one.”
"That's right. As long as you do it, I don't think anyone will doubt your talent anymore.”
"Young Master Cheng, please begin your performance.”
……
Cheng Chumo looked at Li Hui, who was getting his way, as well as the scholars around him.
Cheng Chumo's lips curved upwards slightly, his eyes full of confidence.
Fortunately, Brother Mu had already expected this and had prepared three poems in advance.
I was worried that I wouldn't be able to act tough, but I didn't expect you to come here yourself.
Cheng Chumo looked at Li Hui with disdain and said calmly,
"Since you have chosen to not shed tears until you see the coffin, then I will reluctantly compose another poem to open your eyes.”
Cheng Chumo put his hands behind his back and raised his head forty-five degrees, looking like he was an expert.
In the private room on the second floor, Li Feng looked at the arrogant Cheng Chumo, and his mouth couldn't help but twitch.
She didn't expect Cheng Chumo to be so arrogant.
Cheng Chumo looked at Li Hui with disdain, then closed his eyes and slowly read,
"The mountains and rivers of the country are entering the war map. Don't talk about the matter of being granted a marquis. A general's achievements will make thousands of bones dry.”
"How is it? Is it okay? If it's not enough, why don't I sing another song?”
Cheng Chumo looked at Li Hui in front of him and curled his lips in disdain. He continued to recite the third poem,
"The moon of the Qin Dynasty and the pass of the Han Dynasty have not yet returned from the long march. As long as Longcheng Fei's general is still alive, he will not let Hu horses cross Yinshan.”
Li Hui's expression became uglier and uglier as Cheng Chumo recited the poem. In the end, he looked at Cheng Chumo in disbelief.
Even Lin Xuewu, who was on the stage not far away, was shocked. It seemed that Cheng Chumo was really talented, but he didn't want to show it before.
Thinking of how Cheng Chumo was willing to show off his talent for her, Lin Xuewu couldn't help but feel her heart throb.
At this moment, Li Hui had an "I don't believe it" look on his face. He pointed at Cheng Chumo and shouted,
"Impossible! It was absolutely impossible! How could you, Cheng Chumo, write such a good poem? You must know that even those people might not be able to write such a good poem. You must have cheated!”
Cheng Chumo felt a wave of comfort as he looked at Li Hui, who was furious.
Who told you to go around mocking me for no reason? Today, I'll give you a good slap in the face.
Let's see if you still dare to show off in front of me in the future.
By tomorrow, the legend of me, Cheng Chumo, will probably spread throughout Chang 'an.
Thinking of this, Cheng Chumo, the devil king of Chang 'an, smiled honestly.
However, in Li Hui's eyes, this smile seemed to be mocking him.
"Cheng Chumo, yes, you did write three good poems, but so what? Do you dare to have another competition with me?”
Looking at the exasperated Li Hui, Cheng Chumo asked with interest,
"Tell me, what do you want to compete with me about?”
"Aren't you a genius? Then let's compete three more rounds. The people behind me and I will compete with you. You can also find help. My five surnames and seven families are not so easily humiliated!”
"Oh? Are you planning to fight me alone? Who here doesn't know that I, Cheng Chumo, don't have any literati among my friends?”
Hearing Li Hui's words, Cheng Chumo couldn't help but mock.
"Yeah, Li Hui and the others are too much of a bully. Isn't it obvious that they want to bully Cheng Chumo?”
"That's right. The five surnames and seven families are really too overbearing. They only allow the state officials to set fires, but they don't allow the commoners to light lamps!”
"I wonder if Cheng Chumo dares to accept their bet.”
Seeing Cheng Chumo and Li Hui going at each other, the surrounding scholars began to discuss.
"Chumo, promise him! I want to see how talented the descendants of the five surnames and seven families are!”
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