"Hmph, first, you should never see Xiangjun for life. You should instigate Xiangjun with words. This is a violation of your original promise; second, Xiangjun has now engaged me, why should you compete fairly with me? Third, Xiangjun is my wife who has not passed away, not a goods. She has his own thoughts and feelings. How can she decide her future with a bet? Do you think that if I promise to compete fairly, she will give you a chance? Are you a fool, so you have such an idea?"

"You..." Hou Fangyu didn't expect that Ma Mingfeng's mouth was so sharp, and he was speechless. However, he then said, "Do you dare not compete with me, so you say this? In fact, I don't have to compete with you, nor do I have to make some concessions. As long as you admit that you are not as good as me, we don't have to compete."

Ma Mingfeng sneered and said, "Your name is one of the four young masters, no longer worthy of your name. How could I be inferior to you? I don't want to compete with you now, but I just don't want you to be humiliated in public. Since you insist on overestimating your own abilities, then come on."

The reason why Hou Fangyu is known as the fourth young master is that his talent is mainly because of his good prose writing. However, his poetry level is not very outstanding. If it is better to write articles, Ma Mingfeng is really a little afraid, but if it is better to write poetry, Ma Mingfeng is not worried at all. The fine stocks in his belly can be better than Hou Fangyu if he takes out one of them.

It is precisely because of knowing this that Ma Mingfeng is so confident and accused Hou Fangyu of overestimating his abilities.

However, Hou Fangyu was not convinced. He thought hard before and wrote a good poem. He had long thought of taking it out and overwhelmed Ma Mingfeng. Now he naturally refused to let it go easily. So he snorted softly: "Don't say this big word. You should first see my poem before you talk about it. Let's write a poem with the theme of lovesickness today. Do you dare to agree?"

"Oh? I'm just about to learn about your talent. I don't know what kind of good sentences, Ma listens carefully."

Ma Mingfeng's words naturally had a sarcasm, but Hou Fangyu ignored these things and said lightly: "Don't be proud now. It's not too late to speak sarcasm after listening to my poem. The name of my poem is "Lovesickness". The poem says: 'Send farewell to the Jade Building in Xiyuan, open sails to Suzhou in October. I send you a message to Fengqiao Lane, and the welcome door of Mrs. Qiu is already white. Ask you how you wear a belt? I said that I miss homesickness a lot. Besides, Wang Sun Fang is not adding to the grass, don't add to the separation and hatred to paint double snails!"

After hearing this, Ma Mingfeng smiled and said, "Poetry is a good poem, but the title of your "Love Sin" is too straightforward, and your poem is a bit whining. It is repeated in the old tune, and it has nothing new."

Hou Fangyu was originally full of confidence, but now seeing that his hard work was criticized for being useless, he immediately said with dissatisfaction: "Looking at how arrogant you are talking about, I don't know what kind of work will be? I'm looking forward to it."

Ma Mingfeng smiled faintly and said, "What a coincidence. This is what I wrote in the past. This is what I miss Xiangjun during my military career. I originally wanted to offer it to Xiangjun alone. Just let Mr. Hou help me to evaluate it. This is a poem, and the lyrics are called "Chang Xiangsi". The poem says: "A journey of the mountain, a journey of water, and you walk to the shore of Yuguan. There is a thousand tents of lights late at night. The wind is updated and the snow is updated, and the dream of breaking the hometown will not come true. There is no such sound in the hometown."

"Ah? This..." As Ma Mingfeng finished reciting a poem, Hou Fangyu's face changed suddenly, and he could naturally hear it. This poem uses homesickness to write about longing. The whole poem is fresh and refined, with delicate emotions but sad but not hurt. It is much higher than his poem in terms of realm.

Li Xiangjun, who was standing beside him, was immediately filled with joy when she heard this poem. She could feel that although Ma Mingfeng was thousands of miles away, she was still concerned about herself. However, because of the busy military, she didn't have time to write a letter to her. In fact, sometimes she missed her to the core, but she didn't have to say it.

At this time, I heard a young man next to me praise: "Good words, it's true that good words, but I heard the content of your lyrics just now. At that time, I was in the military. You are in the military, but I miss your family. I don't forget your own personalities. It's a pity for you to be so literary."

Ma Mingfeng looked at the man and saw that the man was about thirty years old. He looked quite elegant, but his face was rosy and his mouth was smelly of alcohol, and he looked like a crazy person.

There was also a person standing beside the crazy person. This person looked similar to that of the crazy person, but his eyes were divine and his sword eyebrows were slender, so he looked like he was not an ordinary person.

Ma Mingfeng smiled faintly and ignored the crazy student. However, he saw behind Ma Mingfeng. Jiang Pingjie couldn't help but say, "My elders fought for several years and made great contributions to the country. Although he missed the people in his family, he did not have time to write a letter for three years. How can he forget his own selfishness? On the contrary, some ignorant crazy actors only know how to show off their verbal benefits, but cannot make great contributions to the country. This is really ridiculous."

When the crazy student heard this, he immediately glared at Jiang Pingjie and said, "Are you saying I'm a crazy student?"

Jiang Pingjie sneered and said, "What about you? People who fight on the battlefield can't miss their hometown? Do you know that this is a battlefield of life and death. They are still a living person in the next second, and they may be in a different place in the next second. Although the soldiers fighting bravely, they are not afraid of death. However, why did they not retreat or escape? It was just because of the righteousness that they had to stay. They used their bodies to turn into the Great Wall, guarding the safety of their families and the peace behind them. The people behind themselves play and enjoy themselves every day, but they do not allow these soldiers to miss each other. What is this reason?"

When the crazy student heard this, his face changed color and bowed to Jiang Pingjie and said, "Sir, right. We are just doing nothing every day, like a walking corpse, but still harshly guarding the frontier. He is really shameless. The young student returns to the village of Kunshan and apologizes to the gentleman and this gentleman. I wonder if this gentleman has a high name? Can you forgive the young man's ignorance and arrogance?"

When Jiang Pingjie heard the other party's name, he immediately moved his heart and asked, "You said you are Guizhuang in Kunshan. I don't know what Mr. Zhenchuan calls you?"

When Guizhuang heard this, he hurriedly said respectfully: "Mr. Zhenchuan is his great-grandfather."

"So you are the great-grandson of Mr. Zhenchuan. No wonder you have such a charm. You are at Jiang Pingjie, Xiahuating..."
Chapter completed!