According to the general third-rate script records, if nothing unexpected happens, the useless younger brother should be the legendary protagonist.

As for that genius brother, he was just a stepping stone to the useless brother...

"Then next, it should be the brother who made a sarcasm, and then the younger brother looked resolute, and he slapped him in the face beyond everyone's expectations?"

While siping strong wine, Wang Zheng thought about the plot that should have happened in Ruyifang next.

As expected, as soon as Gao Wen finished speaking, countless sarcasm sounded around him.

"I said to Master Gao Yun, may you really have any poems to dedicate to Miss Ze'er? Hahaha!"

"If you don't have the talent for literary and Taoism, just be a martial artist. The city lord Gao did not expect you to inherit his literary and Taoism mantra."

"In my Western Continent, a very famous philosopher said that genius is 99% of effort, plus one percent of talent.

But that one percent talent is more important than that ninety-nine percent effort.

Mr. Gao, the habit of being strong and making a name for himself will only make oneself suffer, whether in the East or the West.”

"Hmph! Gao Yun looks a bit like Gao Young Master, but unfortunately this talent is really in the sky and the other in the earth."

"Just~ I want to say that you should specialize in martial arts as soon as possible and be our Gao Jun's right-hand man."

Amid the almost one-sided sarcasm, Gao Wen's expression became even more cold and arrogant. Under the stars arched the moon, he seemed to be the pride of heaven in Xiling City.

On the other hand, Gao Yun, perhaps because of drinking, his handsome face turned red, but he just didn't have the confidence to burst out.

My family knows that his father is a third-level Wendao master, and he is also the number one figure among the literary masters of the Great Chu State.

But I am born without literary intentions and cannot induce literary spirit into my body like ordinary people.

Over time, Gao Yun even doubted whether he was suitable for Wendao, and even began to abandon Wendao's knowledge...

Therefore, for those sarcastic sarcasm, Gao Yun certainly wanted to slap his strength in the face, but he knew that he could not do it.

Seeing this, Gao Wen didn't know Gao Yun's embarrassment? He saw a faint sarcastic look on Gao Wen's face:

"Gaoyun, if you don't have any excellent works, don't be embarrassed when you come to Ruyifang. When you return to the city lord's mansion, whether you continue to study or practice martial arts, you just don't embarrass my Gao family."

"You...you're enough!"

When Gao Wen heard that he was mercilessly belittling himself in front of everyone, Gao Yun, who had been sarcastic for a long time, finally broke out under the influence of alcohol.

Suddenly, Gao Yun roared with a ferocious look.

"Oh? Are you still angry?" Seeing Gao Yun's expression, Gao Wen raised his eyebrows, without any panic on his face.

In fact, he, who is born with a literary mind, faces himself, a idiot who is obviously not suitable for studying in his brain or body, but is still stubborn and devoted to literary Taoism in order to make his father value it. He almost has the absolute advantage of cultivators against warriors!

In addition, Gao Wen himself is the eldest son of the Gao family, and is better than the waste produced by this maid. No matter how you think about it, it should be a natural decision.

Therefore, Gao Wen seemed fearless about Gao Yun's anger. He even liked this kind of look that Gao Yun could only roar with absolute strength.

However, he didn't notice that when he showed his superiority in front of Gao Yun, Miss Ze'er and Wang Zheng both frowned.

"Whether it's a third-rate script or not, it's a bit over doing this."

Wang Zheng frowned and commented in his heart.

But he didn't plan to meddle in other people's business, because he didn't know what the story was between the two brothers.

Sometimes, what you see with your eyes may not be true. Just like when Li Xiaoyao first met Lin Yueru, when he saw Lin Yueru whipping others, he subconsciously thought that Lin Yueru was a villain.

But in fact? There is another hidden truth.

Therefore, even though he was a little uncomfortable with Gao Wen's lofty attitude, Wang Zheng still watched coldly in front of an audience.

"Don't think that you are the only one who can write poetry and lyrics! Don't just because these people praise you, you are a literary genius!

At least, I know someone who is many times more talented than you! And that person is not like you at all!"

In everyone's eyes, Gao Yun, who was angry, stood up staggeringly, stretched out an arm, pointed at Gao Wen, and pointed at the people who were shrouding Gao Wen.

Obviously, under such a shared hatred against the enemy, Gao Yun broke out under the influence of alcohol, and he accumulated the still resentment!

Looking at Gao Yun's swearing expression, Gao Wen was not happy, but he also frowned slightly.

He didn't know whether Gao Yun knew a master or a fake one. If it was true, he wouldn't be able to offend a master for a waste...

"Hahaha, the cowhide is going to be blown out! If you know it, just by your waste qualifications? Who can you know?"

"That's right, if I hadn't been born in the city lord's family, with this talent, I would probably not be as good as my Liu Laosan!"

Before Gao Wen could think deeply, the person who was shrouded by Gao Wen's side started talking in a lingering manner.

After they reminded him, Gao Wen's frown immediately stretched out.

Yes, just relying on his high luck, let alone literary and Taoism, how many other geniuses in the cultivation system can he know?

And what about me? As a literary genius who is famous in Xiling City, even if I don’t know a few geniuses, I have more or less heard of them, so my master naturally knows them very well.

I guess this Gao Yun was just frightened by himself, so he pulled out such a fictitious master.

Thinking of this, Gao Wen's face once again had an inexplicable smile:

"Oh? There are such people in Xiling City? So I wonder what works he has?"

After saying this, Gao Yun had already determined that Gao Wen, who was raising the tiger's skin and making a big banner, showed a successful smile.

Pretend, I'll let you pretend, let me see how you step down next!

Facing Gao Wen's step-by-step pressing, Gao Yun's face clearly showed a hesitant look. Because, although he had read that person's poem, to be honest, he did not know that person.

Seeing the hesitation on Gao Yun's face, many people even started to urge him.

"Young Master of Grade 2, you said that."

"That's right, I want to see what kind of expert the second-year high school master knows!"

"Haha, make it up, you should keep making it up!"

After a week of scanning, looking at the uncommon doubts and ridicule, the hesitation on Gao Yun's face turned into determination.

His eyes swept Gao Wen like him, and then Gao Yun looked directly at the girl Ze'er who was covering her face with a light gauze, and then he began to recite in a clear voice:

"Standing on the dangerous building, the wind is fine. Looking at the sorrow of spring, the darkness blooms in the sky. The grass and smoke are shining in the silence. Who can speak in the silence?

I want to get drunk with a silly picture. I sing with wine, and my strong joy is still boring. I will never regret it when my clothes get looser. I will become haggard for her."

After a song of Butterfly Love Flower, the entire Ruyifang instantly became silent.

Although ordinary people do not understand the various disciplines of the literary monks, they cannot resist their normal aesthetic views.

This song "Butterfly Love Flower" is so beautiful in their ears.

Even when listening to Gao Yun chanting, a young man with melancholy and unsuccessfulness emerged in the minds of many people. He was drinking in the sunset and smiled bitterly silently.

The melancholy young man was thin, but there was a hint of perseverance hidden in the corner of his tightly pursed lips.

Looking at the sunset in the west, the young man finally smiled.

I will never regret the laces getting wider...

As long as you have a clear conscience and don’t regret it, what does all the suffering count?

Not only those who were not optimistic about high luck the moment before, but even mocked the high luck without mercy.

The same goes for others.

Miss Ze'er's beautiful eyes suddenly opened, as if she saw a young man who had no regrets to her confessing seriously.

Most of the singers and maids in Ruyifang are covered with small mouths, and their beautiful eyes are filled with shock and intoxication.

They never thought that time would have a man as persistent as the man written in the Butterfly Love Flower.

Immediately, the smell of alcohol in front of me, but my eyes were full of firm luck, which seemed to have gradually overlapped with the figure in the poem.

Gao Wen, one of the parties involved, was even more shocked. With his knowledge, it can naturally be seen that this poem can be passed down from generation to generation to rule the country!

Not only is the lofty intention, but the literary talent is also extremely impressive!

Could it be that Gao Yun, a waste, really knows such a master? But why have he never heard of such a master? Could it be that he is a senior in the royal Hanlin in the imperial city?

If so...

Thinking of this, Gao Wen's pupils suddenly shrank slightly.

Not far away, Wang Zheng, who was originally siping a small wine, almost threw away the wine glass in his hand after hearing the song "Double Love Flower":
Chapter completed!