Fish swimming around the world

Liu Changqing also pointed at Jiang Fan and said, "You bastard is rude!"

Meng Chanjuan raised her head and looked at Jiang Fan and said, "Mr. Jiang, could it be that the appearance of the slave family's Puliu is difficult to detect?"

Jiang Fan said: "Miss Meng, don't get me wrong. You are the first of the Thirteen Hairpins in Paradise, and your country is beautiful and fragrant. However, I am not the owner of this place, so it is inconvenient for me to welcome guests on my behalf. Moreover, it is indeed inconvenient for my wife to be here."

But Meng Chanjuan was indeed extraordinary. When she encountered this incident, she was not annoyed at all. Instead, she said softly: "Mr. Jiang, the slave's guess is correct. They are just excuses. The master just doesn't want to see the slave. Mingyue Tower and Jinyu Tower have always been in harmony. Even if Mr. Wang knew that I was coming, he would definitely open the door to welcome guests. As for Madam, everyone in Paradise City knows that Mr. Jiang and his wife are picking four cards, so why has Madam ever objected?"

"Haha," Jiang Fan didn't care when he was exposed, "If you see through it and don't tell it, it would be boring for the fairy to do this."

Meng Chanjuan complained bitterly: "Young master Jiang, the world's greatest poet, certainly looks down on me, a brothel girl. I never thought that Chanjuan can't even drink a cup of hot tea."

His voice was tactful and full of self-pity, which immediately made everyone feel pity and become even more angry towards Jiang Fan.

Goblin! Jiang Fan couldn't help but sigh, this woman's every smile, every word and every action has a unique magical power, which makes people fascinated. It is evident from the fact that everyone present looks like a nymphomaniac.

She praised Jiang Fan directly to the heavens with her words of "Earthly Poetry Saint". The onlookers were angry and amazed, but they didn't expect Meng Chanjuan to speak so highly of Jiang Feng.

"This, this evaluation is too high."

Liu Changqing said: "I am not questioning the fairy. The Longjiang fisherman is called the immortal poet in the world, and today the fairy respects Jiang Feng as the saint of poetry. Is it a bit too much..."

"That's right, Jiang Feng is not worthy of such a title..."

"Yes, even if the Magpie Bridge Immortal wrote it for this son, I think it is not as good as the Linjiang Immortal's poem, and it is far from worthy of being called a ci sage."

Although everyone was talking privately, no one stood up to openly refute Meng Chanjuan. No one wanted or wanted to offend the most famous beauty in Paradise City and even the world.

Jiang Fan ignored them at all, looked at Meng Chanjuan and said, "I know Miss Meng's intention, so there is no need to go upstairs."

Meng Chanjuan said: "In this case, can Mr. Jiang fulfill the wish of the slave family? Although the slave family is not wealthy, we are still willing to offer a hundred taels of gold and a treasure to enrich the writing."

There seemed to be a hint of pleading in the voice, and the sound alone made people feel like they couldn't refuse.

Jiang Fan pondered for a moment: "You don't need the yellow and white things! It doesn't matter, Miss Meng put down her body and came here, I will fulfill the girl's wish."

"Bi and ink." Miss Cuiyi immediately ordered, and the boy behind the car immediately set up the tables and chairs and took out the Four Treasures of the Study.

"Is this... to compose a poem?"

Someone was stunned and said.

"It seems that Jiang Feng is really capable of writing poems in public before the plagiarism issue has subsided."

"But, the problem is," someone said with a look of disbelief: "Meng Fairy came in person, but was not allowed to enter the building. She could only listen to poems on the street. This is crazy. Jiang Feng is definitely crazy."

"Hmph! Either a madman or a fool!"

"You think too highly of yourself, even if you try to gain fame and reputation, it's too much!"

Jiang Fan looked up as if there was no one around and took a sip of wine, showing off his cool and unrestrained tone: "Please ask Miss Meng to come up with a question."

Meng Chanjuan smiled softly: "Since Young Master Jiang doesn't want to meet, Chanjuan can't force it. That day, Young Master Jiang responded to Jin Yulou's invitation and named the title after the four beauties of Jin, Feng, Jade and Lu. Today I also To follow suit, could you please name the title after the little girl?"

Seeing this, Liu Changqing pulled Nangong Xin back a few steps and whispered: "Mr. Nangong, Fairy Meng is indeed here to ask for a poem. You see..."

Nangong Xin gritted his teeth and whispered: "Didn't you swear that Jiang Feng has no real talent? Why are you so nervous? Needless to say, this boy is sixteen or seventeen years old. He must have plagiarized before. Now Meng Fairy asked the question on the spot. It’s impossible to write any good poems, so it’s okay to let him show his true colors!”

Liu Changqing's eyes flickered and he said: "Mr. Nangong's words are right. Fairy Meng comes here in person this time. Jiang Feng is like being roasted on the fire. If he can't write good poetry, then he will be accused of plagiarism and his reputation will be ruined." "

"Young Master is smart, let me wait for my younger brother to add more firepower." Liu Changqing saw that Jiang Fan was just drinking one sip without saying a word, so he sarcastically said: "Jiang Feng, what do you think? Don't you claim to be unparalleled in talent? Don't you think you can do it now?"

Jiang Fan curled his lips disdainfully: "Aren't you going to accuse me of plagiarism after I made it?"

Liu Changqing chuckled: "You don't have any ink in your heart, so why make excuses. Today it is obvious to all that Mengxianzi came up with the question herself, with Chanjuan as the specific topic. If you can really do it, no one will question plagiarism anymore. It's a pity... What can I say? Isn’t it true that Mr. Jiang is a good name? In this way, if you can write good poems, I will admit that Queqiao Immortal did it for you, okay?”

Jiang Fan said: "It doesn't have to be so high-sounding. It's just slander. Why bother to show off? How about this, if I can write a poem that everyone applauds, how about you kneel down, kowtow three times, and call me grandpa?"

Liu Changqing sneered: "Why not? Not only that, I will take a detour when I see you in the future."

Jiang Fan said: "Okay, this is what you said. Everyone here will come to bear witness. Then, just listen to me."

As he said that, he suddenly took a big sip of wine, but without swallowing it, he raised his head and purred a few times, and then sprayed it down, which happened to hit Liu Changqing's head and face.

Liu Changqing stepped back in embarrassment, wiped his face desperately, and said angrily: "Jiang Feng, you brat!"

Jiang Fan rolled his eyes: "Write a poem, rinse your mouth first, who told you to get so close."

Lu Zhuer stood beside and couldn't help laughing and bent over: "Oh, Mr. Jiang, is this a drowned dog?"

Liu Changqing was very angry, but seeing Lu Zhuer's beautiful face, he couldn't get angry, and snorted: "Jiang Feng, don't be weird, if you can't write a good poem, you have to admit to me that it's all plagiarism, and get out of Paradise City!"

Jiang Fan laughed: "It's just a poem, what's the difficulty? Everyone listen carefully, tune Ji Shui Diao Ge Tou. When will the bright moon appear? Drink and ask the blue sky, I don't know what year it is in the palace in the sky tonight. I want to ride the wind to go back, but I'm afraid that the jade buildings are too cold at high places."

As soon as the first verse came out, the whole audience was silent. Everyone was stunned.

Jiang Fan was very proud. Why? This poem is the best of all time. Isn't it like Mr. Su bullying a three-year-old child to crush you?

"Good poem, good poem..." Meng Chanjuan trembled a little and murmured.

"Dancing with the shadows, it seems like being in the human world. Turning the red pavilion, lowering the beautiful window, shining on the sleepless. There should be no hatred, why does it always become full when we are parting?"

Everyone was completely petrified, even Nangong Xin and Liu Changqing were shocked beyond words. They never thought that Jiang Fan would bomb as soon as he opened his mouth. This poem can be called a masterpiece.

Reciting this poem of the ages, Jiang Fan no longer had the mentality of teasing. He drank a sip of wine and sighed softly.