Changsun immediately echoed the little follower beside him.

Qin Zichuan smiled slightly and cursed in his heart: "A bunch of local beggars."

"Pray for the pen and ink!"

Qin Zichuan directly ignored Changsun Chong's existence in a gorgeous manner and waved his hand and shouted.

As the servant brought another good brush, Changsun Chong's heart suddenly stumbled.

"Does this Shandong boy still want to write poetry?"

A bad premonition suddenly surged in his heart.

The talented man watching around immediately widened his eyes and stared at the white rice paper.

Suddenly, there was a silence, and the needle fell to the sound.

My master has a hundred poems about wine and sleeps in a restaurant in Chang'an.

The emperor called him not to attend court, and claimed that he was a wine fairy.

"Are you convinced?"

Qin Zichuan said as he raised his arm, and the brush in his hand flew towards Changsun's pale cheeks.

"Bang."

The brush hit Changsun Chong's cheek hard.

The splash of ink not only stained his clothes, but also dyed his pale cheeks darkened.

"The emperor called him not to come to court, and he claimed that he was a fairy in the wine. He was so beautiful, so crazy!"

"It's really like a poem, it's definitely not plagiarism!"

"Looking at the world, who can be more crazy and arrogant than this young master?"

The talented men around him praised Qin Zichuan's poems and were even more shocked by his arrogance.

He not only slapped Changsun Chong in the face, but also slapped Lord Changsun Wuji in the face!

Changsun Chong was stunned.

"Shandong kids bully people too much! They are so crazy about the sky!"

After a brief shock, Changsun Chong pointed at Qin Zichuan and roared angrily.

"Are you still a young man if you are not arrogant?"
Chapter completed!