Smiling Proud Wanderer Chapter 98: Huahui(3)

"Brother, you really want to go up." Linghu rushed to see Yue Feng put down Shu Qi and walked forward. He couldn't help but stunned, and hurriedly shouted.

Yue Feng nodded seriously, and continued to move forward. As he stepped forward, everyone unexpectedly gave up a path and let him go. The reason is that one is that his appearance is indeed extraordinary, and the other is that the extremely confident temperament that he reveals on his body makes people unable to turn away.

Just walking down the stage, Yue Feng has already attracted the attention of many people, especially those girls, who couldn't help but stare at him one by one. In contrast, he also became the object of hatred by those young men.

Yue Feng unexpectedly developed a kind of tension unconsciously, as if he went to the podium alone when he went to university in the past world. Moreover, some sweat appeared on the palm of his hand. After taking a few deep breaths, Yue Feng relaxed a little. At this time, he, after all, has already experienced many things, and will not be timid as before. Now that he has made up his mind, there is no reason to shrink back. After hesitating, he walked towards the stage.

"Brother Master, it's not right, Brother Feng, where are you going." Lu Houer saw that Yue Feng didn't try to guess the riddle again, but walked towards the stage. He was slightly surprised and pulled Linghu Chong. He whispered: "It's not that you just need to be in the audience to guess the riddles. How did he go up? Is it because he wants to be right."

Linghu Chong was also slightly taken aback, and looked up. But when he saw Yue Feng say a few words with the old man, the old man's face changed slightly. Immediately afterwards, he greeted the rest, and several celebrities on the stage also gathered around.

"It's not like, I think Junior Brother, he wants to write poetry." Linghu Chong hesitated for a moment, and said: "However, I have never seen him write before. Could it be that he really knows how?"

"Writing poetry, can't you?" Lu Hou'er's face changed slightly, and she said, "Master, or let's go quickly. Otherwise, he will be blasted off the stage later, and we will also follow him. Shame."

Ling Huchong's expression became a little more ugly when thinking of the previous scenes where a group of people pointed to the cancellation.

In fact, he has no confidence in Yue Feng at all. After all, after more than ten years of getting along, he has never seen Yue Feng write any poems. If it was said that Yue Feng would suddenly write poems, Linghu Chong would not believe anything.

After groaning for a while, Linghu Chong said in a low voice, "Then you get ready first, and when we see that the situation is not right, we will slip right away. By the way, tell the other juniors and let them all do well. Ready."

"What do you do with brother?" Lu Hou'er hesitated and said: "We don't care about him?"

"What does he care about?" Linghu curled his lips and said, "Don't look at him as an upright person, and he was deceived. In fact, he is the most cunning among us. For so many years, Do you still suffer less in his hands?" Linghu said, his voice was lower, and then he continued: "When something happens later, he will run away and leave us all here."

Lu Hou'er's eyes flashed, and Hu Chong dared to compose bad things about Yue Feng behind his back, but he didn't have the guts. Lu Houer obeyed Linghuchong's instructions, and just wanted to prepare everyone, but she walked back and asked: "The teacher, the teacher, and the younger sister, we don't care."

"You won't be able to die." Linghu Chong's expression was slightly aside, and he quickly looked at Yue Buqun and his wife. Seeing that the two of them looked at Yue Feng with a little dignity, they seemed to really believe that Yue Feng could make good works. Linghu Chong shook his head and said: "We don't care about the identities of the two of them. Others will not underestimate their identities, and they will cancel it. As for the younger sister, she and your brother are the same. Don't. Seeing that she was the most successful, she will definitely not run slower than you later. I didn’t see her eyeballs turning around, so I thought of a way out a long time ago. But don’t worry, maybe the younger brother will really be able to do it later. Get a pot of peonies."

Lu Hou'er couldn't help but was stunned. I don't know why Ling Huchong suddenly had confidence in Yue Feng. After a little thought, Lu Hou'er hesitated. After all, even though he had been in the Huashan School for nearly ten years, he really didn't know much about Yue Feng.

At this moment, Yue Feng was standing on the stage, holding his pen, and after just writing the word "peony", a hesitant expression appeared on his face. Five or six poems about peony flashed in his mind, but he didn't know where to start. In fact, there is no pressure in my heart to plagiarize Yue Feng, but I don't know that writing that song is more suitable.

"Why, I can't write it. If you can't write it, please go down early, so as not to delay our time." It was a middle-aged man with a long beard and a sloppy face. There is a lot of oil stains on his clothes. In Yue Feng's mind, the other party's model was a representative who didn't pay attention to hygiene, but in the society at that time, this was the romantic performance of celebrities. Of course, the so-called celebrity symbol is only for those who have knowledge. If it is an ordinary person, it is estimated that they would have been regarded as a beggar long ago.

This person is the most mean when he speaks. Before Yue Feng had just taken the stage, Yue Feng began to sarcasm. At this moment, when he saw Yue Feng pondering, he couldn't help but start talking.

"Brother Zhang, what anxious." At this time, another person began to relieve the siege: "This little brother is just thinking about it, maybe there will be a good song later, we are still patient Wait a minute."

"Brother Wu said that." The scruffy man surnamed Zhang arched his hands and agreed, still full of disdain on his face. In fact, he was somewhat nervous in his heart, really afraid that Yue Feng had written a good screen. It turns out that people like them would agree to be invited to come, and they are also fancying the ten pots of exquisite peonies.

There are ten people in total, and there are ten pots of peonies. Once someone else takes a pot, one of them will return empty-handed. However, he likes peony most as a person, so he never wants to be taken away by anyone who can make a good poem.

As for other people, they have the same thoughts, so whenever someone writes a poem, they will try their best to belittle it. Of course, if there is a masterpiece, these people have nothing to say. After all, they are not the villains who think they are going to camp, and they have to speak with their conscience more or less.

Listening to the man's irony, Yue Feng finally decided not to hesitate anymore, so he wrote a poem from his past life.

He just wrote a sentence, and the next person named Wu couldn't help chanting it.

"A few red clouds do not fly, and Chunhui is drunk with fragrance. Donghuang Yulu knows how much it has been given by the wind before the wind last night."

This poem was originally the work of Ming Dynasty poet Feng Zhuo'an. It's a pity that there is no such person as Feng Zhuo'an in this world, and even in the future, there will never be one. And these short twenty-eight characters, it can be said that they are Jizhu, and when paired with Yue Feng's decent regular script, they complement each other.

When these twenty-eight words came out, everyone on the stage couldn't help being silent. Just when Yue Feng was a little nervous, everyone started to join hands in applause. Continually analyzing various aspects such as the use of words, mood, rhythm, etc., Yue Feng didn't understand anything.

Immediately afterwards, his poem reached the ears of everyone in the audience, and everyone couldn't help but begin to comment on the poem written by Yue Feng.

"Brother is really amazing." At this time, Yue Lingshan also guessed that Yue Feng must have written a masterpiece, and she couldn't help but please her eyebrows, as if the poem was written by herself.

In a short while, this poem has reached Yue Buqun's ears. Yue Buqun slowly read the whole poem word by word, his face was shocked, and he couldn't calm down for a long time. Originally, he thought that even if Yue Feng could write, he would only write a very ordinary poem at best, but he did not expect to be able to write such a good poem.

"I didn't expect Feng'er to have this ability." Ning Zhong couldn't help but feel happy when he heard it, and said: "I don't know how much he has to hide from us."

"Yes, it seems that I can find something for him in the future." A sigh flashed across Yue Buqun's face, and he said: "If you need poetry and songs in the future, you can hand in all of them in the future. Give it to him."

"Why, brother, you are jealous." Ning Zhong looked at Yue Buqun's expression and said, "I want to say that Feng'er is worse than you. Moreover, looking at his appearance, this time Going up is just a momentary heartbeat. I want him to write poetry in the future, I am afraid it will be extremely difficult."

Yue Buqun couldn't help but smiled wryly, but didn't speak anymore.

At this time, after Yue Feng finished writing the poem, he finally wrote the four words "Huashan Yuefeng", and then he gave the poem to other people on the stage and let them evaluate it.

"In the old days, there was a poem in Bai Letian's melancholy that there are only two red peony before the stage, and there are only two remnants in the late. The wind in the Ming Dynasty should be blown out, and the night should be red and watch the fire.' I think this poem is a little bit better. Not bad. It's really a rare masterpiece describing peony, enough to be passed down through the ages." Soon, one person spoke in praise.

"It's extremely high-level, especially the sentence'Hangxiang, drunk Chunhui', it's really amazing."

"..."

Yue Feng didn't care about what they were talking about, anyway he didn't understand it. Just looking at the ten pots of peonies, I don't know which one to choose.

But seeing that the old man looked at the signature left by Yue Feng, his face was full of different colors, and it took a while before he spoke: "It turns out that it is Yue Shaoxia of Huashan School. Bring potted flowers to Yue Shaoxia."

Yue Feng was slightly startled, but saw a woman walk up to the stage and took out a pot of peonies from ten pots of exquisite peonies. There are seven red flowers on this potted flower, each of which grows very evenly, and the position distribution is even more interesting. From a distance, it looks like a red cloud. Even the stamen in the middle is not white, yellow or light yellow like ordinary peony, but pink. It is indeed an abnormal number among peony flowers. No wonder it can be called an exquisite product.

Yue Feng just wanted to change a pot, but suddenly remembered the poem he had just written. The poem says "A few red clouds do not fly". No wonder people misunderstand that he likes this pot. In fact, what he liked more was a pot of pure white peonies. Yue Feng had no choice but to take the potted flower and walk off the stage.

He had just stepped off the stage and walked a few steps, but was suddenly surrounded by a group of young women. It turned out that these women saw that Yue Feng was young, but their appearance was extremely outstanding. What is more valuable is the extraordinary literary talent. So when he saw him coming down, they gathered in the audience and blocked his way.

Yue Feng couldn't help being surprised, and he wanted to turn around and go another way. Suddenly seeing the chaos in the crowd, a group of male disciples from the Huashan faction rushed over. Then he was held by Yue Lingshan, only to hear Yue Lingshan shout: "Brother, come here."

It turned out that Ling Huchong and the Huashan disciples were just about to slip away, but they didn't expect that Yue Feng had really written good poems, and even got a pot of exquisite peonies. He quickly changed his mind and came over to respond. In fact, it was also thanks to them, otherwise Yue Feng would really not be able to get away.

After rushing out of the crowd, Yue Feng breathed a sigh of relief and handed the peony flower to Yue Lingshan. Everyone hurriedly watched this pot of peony flowers. Compared with the previous pot of peony, this pot of peony was obviously much stronger. Although the previous pot of peonies was beautiful, it was too gorgeous. On the contrary, this basin, although it is bright red, is extremely natural. Comparing the two, the superior and the inferior are clearly separated.

"Brother, you know my favorite is purple, but why did I bring the red one. No, I have to change it." Suddenly, Yue Lingshan spoke to Yue Feng with a frustrated face.

Yue Feng didn't know what his thoughts were, and he looked at him with a smile. Yue Lingshan was taken aback for a moment, and looked down, only to find that although she was wearing purple clothes outside, the inner clothes that leaked out were red. If she doesn't like red, where would she wear red.

Soon, Yue Lingshan's eyes flashed, and she suddenly pointed to the distance and said: "Brother, listen, they actually said that your poems were copied and not written by themselves. Go ahead and write a few poems. , Let them see you."

Yue Feng listened carefully, and it turned out that someone was not upset that he wrote a good poem, where he whispered sarcasm. In particular, the celebrity Zhang, who had satirized himself before, even responded on the stage regardless of his tolerance, but he didn't care about what these people said.

"Feng'er, even so, why don't you go up and write two poems." On one side, Ning Zhong suddenly looked at Yue Feng and said, "I think that pale yellow peony is very good. I'll take it down."

Yue Feng's expression was a bit bitter, but looking at Ning Zhong's look full of expectation, he finally softened. Anyway, it's already in the limelight this time, it's better to be more of a limelight, and there are still a few poems about peony in my memory, I might as well write them all down. In addition, he really started to write about these peonies, and if he missed this opportunity, he was wasted.

Hesitated for a moment, Yue Feng said decisively: "Okay, let me take out all the flowers on it. Brother, Six Monkeys, and Lingshan, Gao Genming, um, there are others, You will all follow me and help stop people around you."

"Brother, and me, I want the one with two flowers." Then again, Shu Qi also took him to speak. The potted flower he was referring to had one red and one blue, and it was a kind of flower called "two qiao". But this potted flower is more special, but in terms of petals and flower size, it is much better than other flowers.

"Okay, let's go together." Yue Feng nodded and said: "But you have to help me stop people, don't let them get me around. Otherwise, I will ask you to settle the account after I go back." Yue Feng once again After warning everyone, once again walked towards the edge of the stage, and Linghu rushed up to them to help clear the way.

In a short while, Yue Feng came to the stage again. As soon as he went up here, it caused a big sensation. The women in the audience were previously stopped by Linghu and they were unable to get close. At this moment, they seized the opportunity and threw the handkerchief or sachet directly on top of me with a loud noise.

Fortunately, Yue Feng's martial arts are good, and his physical skills are even more outstanding, so he easily avoided everything. But those "celebrities" were not as lucky as him, but they were hit by the piggyback, and they had to curse secretly, but there was no way. As a result, all of a sudden, the stage and the audience became a mess.

"Everyone is quiet." At this moment, the obese old man said: "Yue Shaoxia has come up again. If you want to come, there must be another masterpiece. Everyone quickly sit down and see what Yue Shaoxia will do." He said. After falling, there will be a small servant in the audience to help dissuade. But it still took a long time before he completely calmed down.

"Yue Shaoxia, I don't know if you have another masterpiece, and I want to come up and try it again." Of course, his words are only polite. After all, even Li Bai, who has "One Hundred Poems of Dou Jiu", can't write several well-known poems in succession without preparation.

And Yue Feng had the previous song, so naturally it was not easy to deal with the other poor ones. As for the others, there are already jewels in front, so where can they dare to shoot easily. In this way, it is a blessing to leave behind all the other exquisite peonies. Relatively speaking, the pot that was taken away is not that important.

But before Yue Feng spoke, Shu Qi, who had been quiet in his arms, shouted: "Yes, my brother said that I want to empty all the peonies here."

"Hmph, kid talking nonsense." The celebrity named Zhang suddenly showed upset on his face, and said, "I didn't know where to copy a poem before. We haven't seen it before. Now An dare to continue talking nonsense."

"Hehe, Mr. Zhang laughed." The obese old man first opened his surname Zhang with extreme dissatisfaction, and then said to Yue Feng with a smile on his face: "Yue Shaoxia, maybe you really have another masterpiece. "

Senior Zhang snorted dissatisfiedly, but did not speak. After all, this old man is the master of Zhangjiayuan. If he wants to get the exquisite peonies, the key is to rely on the old man to distribute them, not to mention that the number of peonies cannot be kept at this time.

Yue Feng was just to grab flowers before, and at this time, he heard the words of Mingshi Zhang, and he was a little bit more loyal to fight with him. Nodded immediately, put Shu Qi on the ground, picked up the pen and started to write on the paper.

"The Western Regions of Moluo had makeup in real time, and the cherry blossoms of the East China Sea were luxurious and scented. After reading the world of thousands of springs, the peony is the king of flowers forever." This poem was written by Wang Guowei at the end of the Qing Dynasty, and it is stronger than the previous one. many. Among them, the cherry blossoms have not been introduced from abroad for a long time. Therefore, at this time, it has also been planted on the Central Plains, but it is mainly gathered in the east. However, everyone who is a little bit knowledgeable also knows the existence of cherry blossoms. As soon as this poem came out, there was another uproar and praise.

After writing this poem, Yue Feng still didn't stop, so he continued to write.

"The fragrance of Gu Yu in the three dynasties shakes, and the brilliance is full of the sky. Xueshuang has experienced his soul, and the spring breeze spit out Er Qiao overnight."

"Such as a light rain, there are no near-orders, and the pistil-bearing peony has its own unique appearance. I will wait for the spring season to be good in the coming year, and the fragrance of flowers will be full of new luo."

"Peony blossoms in spring, and buds are spit out in the wind. When the fragrance of the sky begins, come to my home today"

"Looking over the horizon by the water, the geese from the sky are coming again. The spring breeze blows the rain and the green, so let the peony bloom first."

The next four songs are from Tang Xianzu's Peony Pavilion. Yue Feng still remembered that there was an article about Peony Pavilion in the high school Chinese textbook. And the corresponding review materials, there are some verses in the Peony Pavilion. Yue Feng remembered all of his heartbeats at first, but now it came in handy.

After writing five poems, Yue Feng couldn't help but have a few words. After pondering for a long time, but thinking of another song, I plan to continue writing. But suddenly I heard a voice coming from my ear: "Yue Shaoxia is merciful."

Yue Feng looked up, but saw the fat old man looking at him bitterly. Only then did Yue Feng calm down and spread all five poems, while he took the Huashan disciples to choose the peony flowers.

In a short while, five pots of peonies have been selected. In this way, more than half of the ten pots of exquisite peonies were taken by Yue Feng. A dozen of Huashan disciples gathered together, looking at the group of people under the stage who were staring at each other, they couldn't help but feel a little anxious. After all, although they know martial arts, they dare not use it at will again. Faced with so many people, I couldn't help but feel a little dazed.

"Charge forward." After a long time, Linghu gave an order. The five disciples holding peony flowers surrounded the middle, while Yue Feng stood in the innermost holding Shu Qi. After an order was given, everyone hurried towards Yue Buqun's direction.

However, preparations had already been made under the table, and a group of girls gathered in front of them. Fortunately, everyone from the Huashan faction was very loyal and blocked them, and they could not enter Yue Feng. Especially Yue Lingshan, seeing that the other members of the Huashan School were men, and it was not easy to do it, she took the initiative to rush to the forefront and unscrupulously opened the way.

But even so, they still couldn't stop the enthusiasm of these people, and handkerchiefs and sachets went straight to Yuefeng. In a short while, even embroidered shoes, earrings, hairpins and the like flew over, and there was even a tube top among them.

"Brother, we sent it." At this moment, Ling Huchong spoke very depressed. I saw that he was holding a gold bracelet in his hand. In this poem, there is also a slight redness and swelling on the head, which is obviously hit by a bracelet. Fortunately, his martial arts are good, although he was hit, it was nothing serious.

Yue Feng is even more sweaty at this time, but there is no way, as long as he keeps working hard to dodge.

It's a pity that one wave has not settled, and another wave has risen again. When Yue Feng and others were trying to rush out, they suddenly heard a young man's voice shouting: "Brothers, let's go up and smash."

As soon as this voice fell, I heard a group of people catering. Immediately after that, a lot of things were thrown over. The things that came here this time were no longer handkerchiefs and sachets, but bricks and table tea sets.

It turned out that almost all the young women came to surround Yuefeng, and only the young men were left below the stage. These people could not say anything because of Yue Feng's extraordinary literary talent, but at this time they were jealous and hated, and they all came here to retaliate. But in this way, the women who were besieged had no choice but to push away a little bit for fear that they would accidentally be harmed by the pond fish, and Yue Feng and the others could go out more easily.

At this time, the originally lively Huahui was completely disrupted in an instant, and it turned into a recovery meeting for Yue Feng and others. The Yue Buqun couple in front were still waiting for Yue Feng and the others at first, but when they saw this scene later, they were also shocked, and they quickly got up and left first.

Yue Feng hid for a while, then gradually relaxed. Seeing something like slabs, he waved his hand and fell to the ground so as not to stain his clothes. As for the sachets, handkerchiefs and the like, I just let them hit myself, and it didn't hurt much anyway.

Suddenly, a pink object flew from a distance, very fast. It seems that the person who shot is still in possession of a bit of internal strength. Yue Feng looked carefully, but it was a sachet, so he didn't care.

The pink sachet flew from a distance and hit Yue Feng's head. Suddenly, Yue Feng heard a soft "touch" sound, it seemed that something broke. Immediately afterwards, a sticky thing was left from the top of his head, and Yue Feng's face was all over his face.

Yue Feng quickly reached out and touched the sachet above his head, and the sachet was opened by someone, and at this time, it was full of broken eggshells. It turned out that there was an egg in the sachet earlier, and then it hit Yue Feng directly.

Before Yue Feng had time to say a few words, he saw dozens of consecutive eggs flying from a distance. Fortunately, he was prepared this time and never got hit again.

"Shu Qi, did you see who threw the egg?" At this moment, Yue Feng asked with anger in his heart. Earlier, he only took care of avoiding, but he didn't have time to take a closer look. But Shu Qi was hugged by him, but very relaxed.

"I can see it, but the man has already run away."

Yue Feng cursed secretly, and just about to say a few words, he saw a few more eggs flying in the distance. It turns out that other people have also learned, picking up the egg and screaming towards Yue Feng. These eggs are sold at the market in Zhangjiayuan. After all, today is the Peony Festival, if someone takes the opportunity to buy something else. However, their accuracy was far worse, and they all hit the people around them.

After a long time, Yue Feng and others finally rushed out of Zhangjiayuan. At this time, those who were chasing after them had also dispersed, and Yue Feng and others had also gathered with Yue Buqun and his wife.

Everyone in a group is very embarrassed. In particular, Yue Feng was hit by an egg on his head, and the yolk and egg whites were all over his face, which was tragic to the extreme. Others, although they are better, they can't get anywhere.

"By the way, are the peony flowers ready?" Yue Lingshan was surprised and asked.

"Don't worry, even if we are smashed, we can't let the flowers be smashed." Linghu sighed. At this moment, there was a black on his left face with a few broken green leaves hanging on his head, and he spoke. Said: "Fortunately, we all know martial arts, otherwise it will be all miserable. By that time, Junior Brother, this time the limelight is out."

"I would rather not show the limelight." Yue Feng was depressed to the extreme at this time. Being in the limelight is a good thing, but when the limelight is big, things will be reversed.

In a short while, everyone returned to the inn, and Yue Feng was about to go to wash up. Yue Buqun suddenly said: "You have all been playing for several days, and you are almost on the way as needed. Three days later, we will leave Luoyang collectively."

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