Portable Space: The Group Favorite Milk Bag Brings the Whole Family To Open and Hang

Jiang Wentong was very irritable. Seeing that most of the incense was burning, he couldn't wait any longer, so he went over and wrote the poem.

Then he grabbed the poems in the hands of others, looked at them a few times, and obviously knew that he was invincible, so he threw them aside angrily, and as if venting his anger, he tore up his own poems in twos and threes.

There was silence in the room.

Jiang Wentong gritted his teeth for a while, but he was unwilling to reconcile, and said: "Everyone is chattering endlessly, how can someone write it!!"

He was already not very popular, but now everyone wanted to praise Tang Shirong and both of them, and wanted to step on him for nothing, not to mention that his behavior was too much to lose.

Immediately, someone taunted: "It's just that I didn't wait. I must have harassed people for no reason in the county test field, which made Brother Jiang lose!"

"It's true, the bird chirping outside the window and the voices of people inside the window are noisy everywhere, there is always a reason for not being able to write."

Jiang Wentong said angrily: "That's enough, no matter how bad I am, I'm better than you duplicitous villains!"

He turned to Tang Shirong: "Today I'm not thinking well, let's find another day to compare."

"That's not necessary," Tang Shirong said gently, "I said before that I want to study at home. If Brother Jiang insists on the competition, why not compete with talented people from all over in the government examination hall?"

Someone laughed: "That's right, what's the meaning of the competition at this time? Why don't you see the real chapter in the test field!!"

"I don't!!" Jiang Wentong said with staring eyes: "I'm going to compete now! I'll still be here tomorrow, if you don't come by then, I'll be looking for you!!"

He said this very skillfully, and he didn't know how many times he was so persecuted by others.

Tang Shirong slowly put away his smile, and was about to speak.

Yan Chenjue paused the teacup, and said coldly: "If you lose one more time, you will be enlightened? I am eleven, he is fifteen, you have learned five or ten years more than me, and you are still no match for me. I don’t want to forge ahead, but I’m playing tricks, so this is the demeanor of Longmen County students??”

Everyone: "..."

It's always been like this when a scholar meets a soldier.

Jiang Wentong had never seen such blunt and harsh words, such a merciless style.

He was stunned for a moment, and said angrily, "You..."

He pointed at his finger and touched a cold sword tip, and a drop of blood dripped out.

Even Tang Shirong was taken aback, and urged urgently: "Xiaojue, Xiaojue, don't be angry..." He held his hand: "Be good, put away your sword, literati, how can you draw your sword? Be obedient and put it away."

Yan Shenjue looked at Jiang Wentong coldly, full of evil spirits.

Jiang Wentong's angry expression froze on his face, his face turned pale with fright, his body was sweating profusely, he stepped back suddenly, his legs almost gave way, and he sat down on the ground.

The more arrogant people are, the more they are afraid of power, because they are used to using "strong" to bully the weak, so when they encounter stronger people, they will feel deeper and be persuaded faster.

Yan Chenjue slowly withdrew his sword.

Although he was not very talkative, he was not a bad-tempered person, and he was not angry.

But anyway, he didn't care about his reputation, so he directly stepped forward to solve this problem, and by the way, asked Tang Shirong to help.

After all, how can it be compared to winning in a small essay meeting? After winning, so-and-so can't afford to lose and how to provoke, and finally forced another county's case chief to draw his sword to question... What about such a legendary story?

The higher Tang Shirong climbed, the more the rumors would favor him. He would be better and more elegant. Anyway, Jiang Wentong came to his door, so annoying, why didn't he step on it?

He has always been keen on this kind of thing.

Anyway, Tang Shirong rounded up a few words, and the two of them left without eating, and everyone dispersed.

A few days later, Tang Shirong gained the reputation of "Longmen Yulang". Everyone praised him for his good writing, good poetry, handsome appearance, modest and demeanor, and Jiang Wentong, needless to say, is a buffoon in the rumors.

But at this moment, Tang Shirong seemingly casually invited Qiu Haochen and a man named Mei Zhixu to a restaurant for dinner.

Mei Zhixu was the third one who wanted to write a poem but didn't write it in the end. Tang Shirong looked at him coldly and thought he was smart and open-minded, and he could make friends with him.

Qiu Haochen was acquainted before, Mei Zhixu was unfamiliar at first, and gradually let go after chatting for a while, the three of them chatted quite speculatively, Yan Chenjue sat aside, listening quietly, occasionally adding a word.

He had that feeling of being watched again.

Martial arts practitioners are extremely sensitive to this kind of gaze, but after watching it a few times, they still don't see anything.

Of course, if someone hides in the room and looks through the hole, of course they won't be able to find it.

But who would spy on him like this? ? A full-time lurker like a shadow guard will not reveal his aura to give people such a feeling, and his perception will not be so clear, so this is not a shadow guard, so, who is it?

If it was normal, he would have asked the shadow guard to investigate.

But this time, he was inexplicably unwilling to investigate carefully.

Tang Shirong looked at him questioningly, but he just shook his head.

After the two of them had dinner, they went back to the village first. After all, today is a festival.

Before they arrived, Nineteen, who was driving the car, said with a smile, "Master, Xinbao is waiting!"

Yan Shenjue opened the car door and went out, followed by his second brother, and saw Xinbao wrapped in a cloak sitting on a small tree on the small slope at the entrance of the village, a small lump.

The second elder brother couldn't help laughing and said: "Xinbao is like a Wang... Wangge stone."

Yan Chenjue nodded, jumped off the carriage, Xinbao also saw them, lifted his cloak, and rushed over: "Brother!! Brother Xiaoxian!! I have been waiting for you for a long, long, long time!!"

Yan Chen smiled and said, "Why aren't you waiting at home? It's so cold!"

"It's not cold," Xinbao opened his small fist, and there were two small cauliflower flowers inside: "Today is the holiday, you didn't wear flowers, Xinbao specially brought them for you to wear!! Otherwise, you won't grow tall, and you won't sleep well!"

Her chubby fingers nimbly picked up one, pulled Yan Chenjue down, and stabbed it into Yan Chenjue's bun.

The second elder brother also knelt down so that she could take it, but Yan Chenjue was wearing a scarf, and it was enough to stuff it into the gap, but the second elder brother was wearing a jade crown, which couldn't hang on at all, and Xiaohua was in her hands for an unknown how long , It's already softened, and it can't be stuffed in.

Xinbao was in a hurry, and muttered: "Brother, how did your head grow..."

What is a long head!

The second brother hehehe, pinched one of her braids: "Xin Bao'er, do you still remember that back then you liked the second brother the most, said the second brother was the prettiest, and you wanted to marry the second brother?"

Xinbao's head was tilted by him, and he shook it several times, but he couldn't save the little braid, so he immediately changed his words: "Hey! How did your flowers grow, why didn't you want to stay on my second brother's head? My best looking brother!!"

The second elder brother couldn't help laughing, let go of his hand, Tuanzi Fei ran two steps away, tilted his little head, his big eyes sparkled: "What, you said it's not good-looking enough, you want to stay on the head of the more beautiful Xiaoxian brother superior?"

Second brother: "..."