Chapter 9: The small boat of friendship can capsize at any moment

Huang Yingxiong has become a poet immortal, do you know that

What, is it made by the street bully? Could it be that he has truly turned over a new leaf?

"Indeed, it is the handwriting of that rascal. I am not very literate, so my dear niece, could you help me take a look at it?" Huang Ziqian's grand statement caused everyone present to collectively gasp in surprise

But upon seeing this, they were all shocked

Li Zheng had no extra time to deal with Huang Ziqian's sarcastic remarks; all his attention was now focused on "the poem written by Huang Yingxiong."

The unparalleled hero of his generation, Genghis Khan, only needed to bend his bow to shoot the great eagle

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"Son, you did well this time; you did not bring shame to me. Keep it up in the future!" Huang Yingxiong, who had been inexplicably slapped, also grinned in agreement.

Dear guest, would you like the whole fish banquet

Writing poetry requires the author to possess a broad range of experiences and insights. In addition to these, the birth of a poem may undergo countless days and nights.

Fang Tang does not believe that such a magnificent poem could be inferior to your Li Zheng's poem, which is almost akin to a doggerel

"Oh, fine horse! You have four legs!" Son, are you joking with me? I have already prepared the side dishes for the drinks, and you actually show me this?

She could not believe how this strangely adorned young man before her could compose such a poem

What has this kid written? The illiterate Huang Ziqian glared fiercely at Fang Tang with his tiger-like eyes.

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What did you just say, young man? I didn't hear clearly, Mrs. Feng

Such a famous person, why have I never heard of his name in Youzhou

"How is my son's poem, dear niece?" Seeing Su Yu remain silent for a long time, Huang Yingxiong beside her anxiously asked.

"Father! Please spare me!" Huang Yingxiong's plea startled Fang Tang, who was still lamenting the decline of his own speed.

The banquet is ready, please proceed, Uncle Huang

Below the nose is actually the mouth! Huang Ziqian's anger level is at its peak, ready to unleash a powerful move at any moment

The northern country's scenery, a thousand miles of ice sealed, ten thousand miles of snow drifting

You have performed well, young man. After leaving, I shall go to the governor's residence for a banquet. " With that, Huang Ziqian took Fang Tang and left the place

The guests in the restaurant, upon seeing Li Zheng concede defeat, were filled with curiosity. They wanted to see what kind of poem could make Li Zheng willingly admit his loss

Did you know that Huang Yingxiong suddenly became able to write poetry

Father, rest assured, I will compose a poem for you every day from now on

"Kid, you aren't deceiving me, are you?" Facing Huang Ziqian, who exuded a similar air of arrogance, Fang Tang swallowed hard.

"This fellow can't even write his own name, how could he possibly compose poetry?" In an instant, Huang Ziqian, who had long been navigating the intricacies of the court, understood that Fang Tang was looking for a way to back down.

Suddenly, rumors began to spread everywhere

"Beautiful! You are so beautiful!" Su Yu noticed that the chopsticks in Huang Ziqian's hand had begun to slowly deform, and without making a sound, the chopsticks in Huang Ziqian's hand turned to powder

After all, he has served in the military, so perhaps... this poem will be a bit more bold. Huang Ziqian also provided Huang Yingxiong with a suitable reason free of charge.

"What a good poem! What a good poem!" After Su Yu finished this sentence, her eyes fixed intently on Fang Tang

After hearing Su Yu's words, Huang Ziqian did not continue to show off; being an old hand, he understood that there is a limit to everything

"Hurry up and prepare the ink, brush, paper, and inkstone for me." Huang Yingxiong's voice was too loud, causing the shop assistant to not understand what Fang Tang was actually saying.

It is said that after Huang Yingxiong's head was struck, he suddenly became able to compose poetry

"Kid, what are you saying?" Fang Tang's words had an effect, and he stopped smoking Huang Yingxiong.

"Isn't it just writing poetry? I'll do it for him!" Fang Tang endured the noise in his ears, his hand moved swiftly, no, he elegantly finished copying a poem.

After a series of verbal explanations and gestures, Fang Tang finally obtained the writing materials he desired.

Oh, the sea! You are all water!" Son, what is wrong with you?

What a great time to look at the present! After reading this poem, the guests in the restaurant felt a surge of passion, with an inexhaustible strength surging within them

Li Zheng could hardly believe that the person before him could compose such a magnificent poem in such a short time

"Father, how is my poem?" Huang Yingxiong winked at his father, feeling quite pleased with himself.

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Moments later, a piece of news from Youzhou shocked the entire Tang Dynasty

"Of course it was written by your son; if you don't believe me, you can ask your son." After hearing Fang Tang's words, Huang Ziqian felt a hint of doubt.

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The small boat of friendship can capsize at any moment

Noticing the flaw, Su Yu smiled gently and slowly walked over to Fang Tang's side with delicate steps

After tidying up his clothes a bit, Huang Ziqian came to Fang Tang's side, grumbling under his breath.

The great river flows up and down, suddenly losing its torrents

I have heard that a poem has been circulated from Youzhou, but I wonder if you have seen it

Su Yu originally planned to praise a few lines after finishing reading the poem. As a talented woman from Youzhou, she believed that few would doubt the quality of the poems written by the hero Huang.

All that has passed, the figures of great talent and character, still look to the present!

Regrettably, the Qin Emperor and Han Wu are somewhat lacking in literary talent

"Young man, learn more from my son in the future." Upon hearing Su Yu's evaluation, Huang Ziqian felt a surge of excitement in his heart

Concerned for his father, Huang Yingxiong quickly approached Huang Ziqian after witnessing his father's strange behavior

Indeed, it has been a long time since I copied homework, and my speed has somewhat declined

"The young man has conceded defeat," Li Zheng said as he bowed to Huang Ziqian. After that, he also bowed to Fang Tang, a gesture that represented his complete loss to Fang Tang in the art of poetry.

Huang Yingxiong was about to repeat himself after hearing that his father did not understand clearly, but at that moment, Huang Ziqian interrupted him.

"The family is unfortunate! The family is unfortunate!" Huang Ziqian's sudden cry to the heavens made everyone present wonder if he was suffering from some kind of illness.

After seeing Huang Ziqian showing off incessantly in place, Su Yu respectfully addressed Huang Ziqian

"I feel ashamed of my own inadequacy," he said with a tone of dejection after reading the poem written by Fang Tang

Ah! Ah! Ah! Although the three "ahs" from Huang Yingxiong made Huang Ziqian's eyes twitch slightly, Huang Ziqian was able to understand.

However, the presence of the burly Huang Ziqian beside Li Zheng temporarily dispelled this idea for them

Father, I said that in the future ... ...

I have seen it, and I heard it was created by Huang Yingxiong

Let the young man take a look. At this moment, Li Zheng felt a twinge of anxiety in his heart; Su Yu's shocked expression did not seem to be feigned. Could it be that this person has truly composed a poem that is astonishing and extraordinary

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When Huang Ziqian thought about having to hear "The sea is all water, the steed has four legs" every day in the future, he couldn't help but slap Huang Yingxiong on the head without further ado

Looking at the Great Wall, all that remains is the vast wilderness

After seeing Huang Ziqian and his group leave, everyone quickly picked up the poem that Fang Tang had just composed and looked at it on the ground

Father, are you alright?" Fang Tang said with a sigh, covering his forehead with his left hand.

Compared to the poem before me, my own poetry cannot be called poetry; it is merely a few lines that rhyme somewhat.

General Huang, please hold on! The poem that your son just composed is actually here! At this moment, Da Fang Tang boldly stopped Huang Ziqian, who was about to strike Huang Yingxiong.

The little white rabbit has thrown itself into the net. Under the tragic cries of Huang Yingxiong, Fang Tang covered his ears with one hand while signaling the waiter to come over with the other hand

This poem should not be lost in Youzhou; we should let all the talented individuals in the world see this poem! After someone made this suggestion, the guests in the tavern began to stir.

In a cheerful mood, Huang Ziqian playfully slapped his son on the head again

How do you know your son's handwriting if you cannot read? Old general, could you please refrain from using your age as an excuse?

Ke Suyu did not expect that from the very first glance at the poem, she would be deeply captivated and unable to extricate herself.

The Tang Emperor and the Song Ancestor, somewhat flamboyant

In a moment of urgency, Fang Tang's mind first recalled the poem "Qinyuanchun: Snow"