This time, Wang Guicheng was really done for.
Originally, he had found someone to trick Mister Yushan into coming to the poetry meet. Otherwise, how could Mister Yushan leave the mountain so easily and do such a thing?
Wasn't this destroying his own reputation?
He had expected Zhang Feng to counterattack, and this was the result he wanted.
But the result …
Obviously, it didn't develop in the direction he wanted.
Instead, it had become worse.
That wasn't all.
The main thing was that Zhang Feng, this brat, had actually awakened Mister Yushan …
"Cough cough, cough cough …"
Mister Yushan's coughing made everyone's hearts tighten.
Zhang Feng looked at Mister Yushan's face again, and then said, "Bring warm water and salt!"
Cheng Chumo hurriedly found fine salt, mixed a bowl of salt water, and handed it to Zhang Feng. At this moment, everyone's eyes were fixed on Zhang Feng. To be precise, they were staring at the bowl in Zhang Feng's hand, and Mister Yushan.
Mister Yushan frowned slightly, but at this moment, his heart was in pain. He could only follow Zhang Feng's lead and drink the bowl of water.
Only then did he slowly come to his senses.
Once he came to, Mister Yushan grabbed Zhang Feng's hand, and asked somewhat emotionally, "The two poems just now … were they made by you to correspond to this scene?"
Not only did he not blame Zhang Feng, he even grabbed Zhang Feng and asked him about the poem. At this moment, everyone understood what was going on.
They also knew that Mister Yushan was definitely fine.
Yu Shinan and the others also heaved a deep sigh of relief. However, Mister Yushan looked at the old scholar, grabbed his hand, and sighed, "Brother Zihuai, I thought you didn't even recognize me as your junior brother. I didn't expect that you would be willing to speak up for this brat. You …"
"Sigh!"
The old scholar sighed, "How can Old Man face you? Alright, let's not talk about this today. Let's talk about this first. Tell me, what kind of bewitching potion did the Wang Clan feed you today? "
"What are you up to today?"
"If you don't tell me something, I'll burn down your Jade Mountain cottage tomorrow. Do you believe me?"
Hearing this, Mister Yushan could not help but smile bitterly.
"It was I, your Junior Brother, who was careless and listened to slanderous words. They said that Zhang Feng's poems were stolen and that he was a swindler who gained fame by deceiving the world. Moreover, I also learned that he was your disciple. Moreover, these poems were quite similar to Senior Brother's style, so I …"
Zhang Feng's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.
Seeing the two crying old men, he moved closer to Chu Suiliang and asked, "Teacher, what's going on? What kind of person was the old Xiucai? Why does everyone know him? "
Chu Suiliang looked at Zhang Feng as if he was looking at a monster. He hesitated and said, "Didn't Mr. Zihuai mention it to you?"
Zhang Feng's head was like a rattle-drum.
Chu Suiliang, Yu Shinan and the others could not help but shake their heads.
"Mr. Zihuai did not tell you because the time is not right. When the time is right, he will naturally tell you. It's useless for you to ask. However, what I can tell you is that Mr. Zihuai was once a famous person."
After saying this, no matter how Zhang Feng asked, no matter how Zhang Feng tempted or threatened, Chu Suiliang and the others did not say a word.
This made Zhang Feng so angry that his face was gloomy.
After the old Xiucai and Mister Yushan muttered for a while, they held hands and sat down at the main seat.
This made Zhang Feng extremely gloomy.
So, today was not his coronation ceremony, but the time for him to bury the hatchet with his old friends?
Zhang Feng walked to his seat unhappily. However, halfway there, he was stopped by Mister Yushan.
"Nephew Zhang Feng, please wait a moment!"
He was already a nephew?
Zhang Feng was a little speechless.
However, he still stood where he was.
After drinking a bowl of salted water, Mister Yushan's complexion gradually improved. After eating some braised meat, he once again jumped up and down. If not for his pale complexion, who would know that this old fellow had just vomited blood and fainted?
"Nephew Zhang Feng, what you said just now was right. In the literary world, there is no such thing as seniority or seniority. Only those who are more accomplished are more important. You are right, I am not as good as you in poetry. I believe that in other aspects, Old Man is also not as good as you …"
"I have long heard of the mathematics on the deserted mountain, as well as the new teaching materials and so on. They are all rare in the world. If Old Man knew about this earlier, he would not have come out to make a fool of himself."
"Haha, Mister Yushan, what are you talking about?" Zhang Feng also did not understand what Mister Yushan was thinking. However, on the whole, this matter could be considered to have passed.
However, at this moment.
Bursts of commotion sounded one after another on the boat.
This made Mister Yushan, who had been composing a poem for a long time, become somewhat angry.
"Who is making a ruckus here?"
Hearing this, Li Chengqian hurriedly waved a piece of white paper in his hand and said, "Mister Yushan, take a look at this first!"
White paper!
This was something that only White Deer College could afford. Furthermore, at this moment, everyone on the boat and below the boat was holding this piece of white paper in their hands and shouting excitedly.
Zhang Feng frowned.
He looked suspiciously at Yu Shinan and the others who were secretly laughing. He seemed to have understood something.
"Poem! It's a poem! It's Master Zhang's poem! "
"Hahaha, it just came from White Deer College. They said it was a new poem that Master Zhang wrote a few days ago!"
"…"
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