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Chapter 13 The leader turned out to be...

"What? What's wrong?"

A glass of cold water was poured on top of Wang Zhiyou's head, which woke him up with a jolt.

"The foreign race is calling?"

Shen Yuanxing slapped it up.

"Fuck me, you spit on me!"

Shen Yuanxing called the maid to bring over a stack of handkerchiefs, and wiped them hurriedly, even using up his blood.

"Hahahahahaha."

Wang Zhiyou pointed at him gloatingly and laughed.

"You deserve it, fat man!"

A light curtain suddenly flashed in front of Fang Weihan's eyes.

[The Cloud Condensation and Rain Storage Technique activates.The current momentum has reached the upper limit: 750% full power strike]

Fang Weihan closed his eyes, trying to feel the power condensed in his hands.

That power is extremely violent, and it seems that once it is used, it can destroy the world.

He reckoned that this blow would have the power of Ming Wu's four-turn attack.

Fang Weihan nodded in satisfaction.

The main reason why he prepared the Cloud Condensation and Rain Storage Technique for so long was to deal with the main plot in Huanhualou.

But it seems that the main plot this time may be the confrontation between the Uehara Wang family and the Langya Wang family, and a vernal equinox poetry meeting.

It should belong to the plot of Wendou, so you don't need to do it.

Have something to say, don't fight~
That's fine, after all, my somewhat frail body and cultivation level really can't make any waves.

Feihong walked up to the middle of the stage, and smiled at the many expectant eyes from the audience.

Her eyes scanned the audience, and stayed on Fang Weihan for a while longer.

"I believe that all the guests have been waiting for a long time. The slave family will now announce the final result of the poetry meeting."

"Thanks to everyone's love, my sisters and I have received many excellent works at this spring equinox poetry meeting."

Fei Hong said in a soft voice.

"After discussion among several of us, we listed the top three among them."

"First of all, Mr. Shen Yuanxing of Wu Xing Shen's family, with a poem "Watching the rain and thinking, since Tai'an, always worrying about the world, now inspired by the topic of Huanhua, I pretend to write this article to express my ambition" among many excellent works stand out."

Fei Hong took out a piece of paper from a pile of papers and distributed it to everyone.

"As expected of Wu Xingchen!"

"This level of writing is really a masterpiece!"

There were bursts of exclamation from the crowd, and some even came here intending to congratulate Shen Yuanxing face to face.

Shen Yuanxing's face was flushed, and the flesh on his face was shaking.

He tried his best to suppress the ecstasy in his heart, and dealt with the crowd around him.

"No problem! The leader must be me."

Wang Zhiyou glanced unhappily at Shen Yuanxing who was surrounded by the crowd, showing a disapproving expression.

"It's beyond my expectation that this fat man's poetry can be recognized by the top card."

Fang Weihan watched his nose and heart with his eyes, did not speak, pretended to be asleep.

What stands out is that it is harmless to humans and animals.

"Brother Wang, what do you think of brother's poetry?"

Shen Yuanxing walked over proudly, his face glowing red.

As soon as his poem came out, although he didn't win the top prize, it was No.3 anyway, and he was already very satisfied.

You will definitely receive a flower card from someone in a while!
Thinking of this, Shen Yuanxing felt a little smug.

"No way."

Wang Zhiyou pouted.

"And what kind of crappy name is that? It's smelly and long. It has nothing to do with love."

"Brother Wang's words are wrong."

Shen Yuanxing was dissatisfied when he heard the words.

"An inch is long, an inch is strong! And patriotism is also a kind of love? Why can't it work?"

"Go, go, go, don't block me from listening to the results."

Wang Zhiyou pushed Shen Yuanxing impatiently.

"The next song "Love and Death" was written by Mr. Wang Boguang of the Uehara Wang family. After discussion among our sisters, we can stand shoulder to shoulder with the leader of this poetry meeting."

Fei Hong smiled sweetly, and took out another piece of paper and handed it to everyone.

There was another wave of cheers, and all the people present cast their eyes on Wang Boguang with admiration, envy, or awe.

The noise this time was even better than the voice of Shen Yuanxing mentioned earlier.

After all, the Wang family of Uehara is the number one family in the world, and Wang Boguang is also the son of the secretary of the court, and he is well-known outside, and he is well-known among all classes and families in Changming.

This style is much better than Shen Yuanxing's.

With a faint smile on his face, Wang Boguang bowed his hands to the congratulators.

On the surface, he was calm and calm, but in his heart he had some doubts.

With the level of my poems, I can't even be judged as the leader?

Who is the head name of this poetry meeting?

Such talents must be recruited to my Uehara Wang family.

Wang Boguang secretly made up his mind.

"Tch, this Wang Boguang has started again."

Wang Zhiyou spat secretly.

"A hypocrite."

Shen Yuanxing sighed, and patted Wang Zhiyou's shoulder.

"Brother Wang, if you are really the leader of this poetry meeting, we won't be overwhelmed by Wang Boguang."

Wang Zhiyou sneered.

"What a joke, my Langya Wang family's family background is not much stronger than that of the Hedong barbarians? How can I fall behind?"

"Just be optimistic, this number one must still belong to us."

He stood up, took out his folding fan and opened it with a clang.

"You two stand here and don't move around, brother will go and get the leader back for you!"

After Wang Zhiyou left this sentence, he walked leisurely towards the jade stage.

The powerful aura of self-confidence made the people around him look sideways, and opened a passage for him.

Shen Yuanxing sighed deeply again.

"If I were the top card, I would definitely throw away his word like a dog crawling without even reading it."

"Are you right, Weihan?"

Fang Weihan blinked his eyes.

Don't ask me, I'm just a poor and helpless little prince who is lost.

I do not know anything.

"Maybe?"

Shen Yuanxing shook his head, and patted Fang Weihan's shoulder.

"Even if his handwriting is really stupid, you don't laugh at him. Weihan, you are a kind person."

No, I was just thinking for a while whether Wang Zhiyou would bite me to death... Fang Weihan froze for a moment, with a polite smile on his face.

"I just don't know who is at the top of the list, and even Wang Boguang, who is good at poetry and prose, has been compared by him."

Shen Yuanxing sighed.

"The little girl below will announce the leader of this poetry meeting..."

Fei Hong slowly pulled out the last piece of paper with a smile on her face.

Everyone in the audience held their breath, looking forward to hearing the name of the leader of this poetry meeting.

"Who is this leader?"

"Could it be that a high-ranking student from the Imperial College has come?"

"Even Mr. Wang Boguang's poems are inferior, I'm really curious!"

"I think this must be a talented person! We should make some friends."

Wang Zhiyou heard the discussion of the people around him, straightened his chest, and was ready to step onto the stage at any time to receive the attention of all the people.

Feihong looked at Fang Weihan's direction playfully, then parted her red lips lightly.

"The leader of this poetry meeting is..."

"His Royal Highness King Guangling, Young Master Fang Weihan."

The noisy voices in the hall suddenly disappeared with the appearance of these words.

In Huanhualou, needles could be heard for a while.

Wang Zhiyou's steps froze.

Like a cold stone sculpture.

Fang... Fang Weihan?

(End of this chapter)