In the lobby of Man Yuanchun, Wu Zheng's second green pine has been finished.
Wu Heng knew that this matter had to be hurry up, and Wu Zheng naturally knew that this matter should not be too late. You must know that you can be compared to him alone, and Linghuzhi is not alone. Behind him is a powerful father, and the resources under him are gone.
Is it difficult for so many people to help Linghuzhi write three poems? It's not difficult, it's not difficult for him to win himself, and it's a shame to lose face when he loses.
With Linghuzhi's background, his old son Linghu Deshuo would let him take a brothel girl into the door? Even if Linghuzhi is sentimentally and righteously like the young master in a romantic drama, he is stubborn and insists on taking it, then the last person who enters the door may be a cold corpse!
Therefore, if Wu Zheng wants to win at this time, the only chance is one word, that is, to be fast. The quicker he writes these three poems, the greater his chance of winning.
Fortunately, although I don't remember many Poems, I can still make up enough of three poems just like this.
Anyway, as long as the things they write are amazing enough, people will automatically ignore the flaws that are far-fetched.
Judging from the reactions of people outside, this strategy seems to be pretty good. Wu Zheng's worries were wiped out, so he put the writing brush on the inkstone platform very comfortably, and then looked at the opposite Linghuzhi. It was sweating profusely.
Wu Zheng laughed and said, "What's wrong with Brother Linghu? It's not hot this day! Why are you sweating profusely? Is this the first question so difficult for Brother Linghu? How about starting with the second question?"
Linghuzhi abruptly raised his head and looked at Wu Zheng. Those blood-red eyes were like knives. Wu Zheng was almost taken aback by him. It seemed that Linghuzhi was offended by him.
But Linghuzhi's kung fu is very good! He just glared at Wu Zheng with a murderous look, then retracted his gaze, pretending to be nonchalant, took out his handkerchief and wiped his sweat generously.
"Brother Wu is brilliant and quick to think and admire him."
Wu Zheng smiled and said: "Where is the average? By the way, I have already completed these two questions. Brother Linghu, do you want me to wait for you for a while, and when you finish writing, let's hang out together?"
"Did you make the second article?"
"Yeah! If you don't believe me, look." Wu Zheng picked up the manuscript on his desk and shook it in front of Linghuzhi.
This made Linghuzhi, who originally wanted to clean up his confidence and intended to really start from the question, Qingsong, suddenly turned upside down again, and his thoughts were messy as if a scoop of cold water was poured into a pan.
"Brother Linghu, what's wrong with you? Is it possible that you can't even make this song? Then I won't wait for you."
After speaking, Wu Zheng passed the manuscript paper in his hand to Sister Hua next to him.
Sister Hua is all smiles now, where there is the slightest sad look before, Wu Zheng has now made two articles, but the opposite Linghuzhi has not even suffocated a fart. This time I tried him. Is it possible to win
What is this called? This is called lifting a rock and hitting himself in the foot. If he wasn't arrogant enough to let everyone ask questions, and the questions were unlimited, how could there be such a shit and unreasonable question
And if these three questions were so shit and unreasonable, I believe that with his talents, Linghuzhi would not be able to hold back a fart.
In addition to the tallest Songfeng Building, opposite to Manyuanchun, there is also a shorter restaurant called Jiuxianlou.
On the top floor, Linghu Deshuo sat facing the window, and behind him stood his old butler A Shi E and his close servant Nie Chunniang.
This time he had no intention of roasting his quail, and he was more anxious to bring his beloved quail. At this time, he was even more distracted, because a poem had already been hung in front of Man Yuanchun's gate.
What is he doing here? The purpose is the same as Wu Heng. Wu Heng is afraid that Wu Zheng will lose to Linghuzhi. Why doesn't he worry that his son will lose to Wu Zheng
For ordinary people, it was a contest between Wu Zheng and Linghuzhi, the top two of the younger generations, but to the officials of the ruling and opposition parties, it was a contest between your majesty and the right.
Therefore, like Wu Heng, he also ordered people to solve these three questions, who are they? After understanding the situation of the other party, he can solve the problem for his son!
And his speed is faster than Wu Heng's, but no matter how fast Wu Zheng can't be as fast as possible, the people under his hand have just done all the troubles of the three people... (End of this chapter)