Chapter 305 My second brother is better than you

Author: Purple Water

Chapter 305 My second brother is better than you

Zhao Qi looked carefully, but shook his head while looking. He couldn't say bad or good, it was probably just a matter of normalcy.

There are actually not only poems on the flower platform and the walls, but there are also two short poems mixed in between, but they are not very outstanding, just neat.

The poems and articles of Mid-Autumn Festival have been written for many years. During this period, the scenery and the moon are described, and the joys and sorrows are almost told by our predecessors. It is very difficult to write about the things that make a splash and spread to the future generations.

But although it is difficult to become famous in one fell swoop, it is not impossible to write a popular article but it is sung by the world. However, there is no song on the flower pillar wall that can be done, and it is mediocre.

After reading these poems roughly, Zhao Qiong frowned slightly and shook his head, which was really unappreciating.

Zhao Fujin and Zhao Fujin were also watching. Zhao Fujin was slow to see, but Zhao Fujin looked at it ten lines at a glance, and then said, "Second brother, how are these poems written?"

Zhao Qie did not want to comment and said lightly: "It's OK."

Although Zhao Qi didn't have much writing, he had some knowledge. After hearing Zhao Qi say this, he couldn't help but know it and said, "That's just the writing. I said how I read it without any taste. After reading the next sentence, I forgot the previous sentence."

Zhao Fujin smiled beside him: "How can you remember it if you look at it at a glance?"

Zhao Qi said: "No, I still don't have any literary talent. How can I compare with my second brother's poems? But as long as I read the second brother's poems, I will never forget it in my heart."

Zhao Qi didn't think anything when he heard his praise. The poems on the pillars and walls were written in an average manner, in a normal manner, as plain as water, and could barely read them.

At this moment, a soft hum suddenly came from beside him, and then a voice sounded: "I'll invite this brother."

Zhao Qi turned his head and saw that it was a famous scholar who performed Confucian etiquette. Zhao Qi returned the tribute and said, "What's the matter with you brother?"

The scholar said, "Just just saw my brother looking at the article on the pillar wall, and he kept shaking his head. Why?"

Zhao Qiong smiled when he heard this. He was a questioning person. It was probably either his own poems were hanging on it or his friend's ones.

He doesn't want to speak, so there is no need to talk about this to the other party. As a literati, the more he talks, the more he becomes more and more excited. If you talk to him, he will argue with you. If he doesn't argue, he will probably not give up.

When he didn't speak, the scholar looked ugly. He felt that Zhao Qi looked down on his family and even refused to explain.

However, there was indeed a poem from him on the pillar and the wall, and it was also ranked in the top. It took him half a year to fill it out, just to become famous at the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Conference.

This word was praised as soon as it was chanted on the stage before. Several doctors in the school praised each other and posted it on the wall. He felt complacent and took a look from time to time after getting off the stage, enjoying it happily.

Originally, he was standing there to find someone to show off, but the classmates around him were familiar with each other and it was difficult to speak. When he saw Zhao Qi and others rushing up, he watched silently. As long as the other party saw the poems on the pillar wall, he would show his identity and make him admire him.

But who knew that there was no shock on Zhao Qi's face. Instead, he shook his head while looking, and even looked the same from beginning to end.

It would be fine if the other party just saw one or two of them, but he just watched them all, and it was still like this. Is it all unsightly to see? This is really a bit arrogant!

At this moment, the other party was reluctant to answer, so his face was extremely ugly. His original pride was gone. He took a breath and said again: "Brother, the poem below is also above the pillar wall. I saw that I shook my head, and it seemed that it was inappropriate. I would like to ask me for advice."

Zhao Qi glanced at him and frowned. He had already expressed his attitude just now, and the scholar was still sticking it up, and he was really ignorant of advancing and retreating.

At this time, another scholar near me joked: "Brother Yan, although you think you think this word is good, you didn't meet a master. This brother looks so elegant at first glance. Your words will definitely not be able to see this brother's Dharma."

Zhao Qi glanced at the scholar and said, "They had a grudge, otherwise why would they still fan the flames?"

The scholar surnamed Yan was immediately angry and stared at the scholar and sneered: "Brother Jiang, this brother is watching poetry on the stage, but he is shaking his head from beginning to end. How could he just look down on me writing this poem!"

When Zhao Qi sighed in his heart when he heard this, he said that these are more complicated than the other. As expected, they are all literati, and their words are all scheming.

He didn't want to talk to these scholars. He was about to signal Zhao Fujin and Zhao Qi to leave here and change the place, but Zhao Qi looked beside him and said arrogantly: "If you don't write well, don't you be allowed to shake your head? My second brother writes a hundred times better than you!"

Zhao Qi twitched when he heard this, "You're doing this on purpose, right?" He looked at Zhao Qi and saw Zhao Qi pointing at the pillar wall: "That's all these things, my second brother uses his feet..."

Before he could finish his words, Zhao Fujin pulled him away, and then stretched out his hand to cover his mouth.

Although the scholar named Yan was half-hearted, he didn't know what Zhao Qi was going to say. His face turned pale for a moment, and even the scholar named Jiang next to him looked bad.

This is simply humiliation. What does it mean to use your feet? As the saying goes, a soldier can be killed, but not to be humiliated. You can say that I don’t write well, but you can’t say that what I write with your feet is better than me, right?!

The scholar surnamed Yan said angrily: "Brother Tai, can you tell me what I say? Even if I write with... my feet, I will be better than me?"

His words were so loud that it immediately attracted many people to look at it. After clarifying the whole story, the scholars also looked angry.

Zhao Qi reached out and touched his chin. He had never said that. It was all that boy Zhao Qi who caused trouble. Can such words be said?

Even if the poems that belittle the other party are nonsense, they know nothing, and they don’t care about anything. They can’t say that writing with their feet is better than the other party. This is not a comment on poetry, it is a curse!

He suddenly felt that no matter what the reason, Emperor Daojun was definitely right to demote this kid. If it were him, he would have to whip two more to relieve his hatred.

Zhao Fujin stepped forward with a flushed face and said, "Two young masters, please forgive me. My younger brother is not upset, and I'm talking nonsense. If you have any offense, please forgive me."

Her voice was like a oriole roaring. Although she was still young, she had a slight appearance. The Yan Shizi was originally angry, but after seeing Zhao Fujin, she couldn't help but be stunned. Then her expression calmed down and her face turned a little red. She cleared her throat and said, "Ling brother...Ling brother is really rude."

Zhao Fujingang wanted to continue to say a few words of apologizing, but unexpectedly, when his hands were relaxed, Zhao Qi immediately shouted again: "Fifth sister, I'm not wrong. The second brother is better than them even when writing with his feet!"

This time, I heard it even further away. Many people looked at this side. Zhao Fujin was so angry that he pulled Zhao Qi to the side, and then looked at Zhao Qi with a guilty look: "Second brother..."

Zhao Qi glanced at Zhao Qi, but saw that the boy lowered his head and did not dare to look at him. It was obviously intentional. He said lightly: "It's okay."

"It's too much to deceive others!" The student surnamed Yan was already stuttering in anger.

The students around him became more and more angry: "How can you be so humiliated? If you are really talented and knowledgeable, it is better to write poetry to read it."

The scholar surnamed Yan also said to Zhao Qi: "This brother, what I said is true? If it is true, please ask your brother to write a poem. If it is not true, please ask your brother to apologize!"

Zhao Qi looked at the angry scholars around him, thinking that it was impossible to apologize or something. Is it really good to just write poems here?

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!