Born a phoenix? The husband I picked up is the young emperor

Chapter 2166

General Ma paused: "......"

The wind seems to be blowing in the wrong direction?

But there was no time for him to think about it, because the grand event was right before his eyes.

At this time, a seven-character chain game was in progress. Chi Shuang was the host. She stood at the table with her red sleeves hanging down and her red lips slightly parted, already talking to sixteen people in a row.

She chanted calmly, "The rice paddies on both sides are fragrant, the fishermen's boats sing in the evening. The smoke from the cooking stove curls up, and the people are warm. I lie in the setting sun with my straw raincoat half rolled up. I wake up in the middle of the night to a delicious sea bass, and the clear frost and moon still remain in my cabin."

"Wonderful! Wonderful!" Huang Xingyue clapped her jade ruler, the clear sound ripples on the tea on the table. "It doesn't mention 'peaceful', yet it sees peace; it doesn't mention 'prosperous times', yet it captures romance." The ruler suddenly stopped, the lingering rhythm lingering. "'Evening Glow in a River Village' wins! Is there anyone who can continue it?"

Ma Chuyang stood with his hands behind his back in the morning light, his robe stained with golden light, looking as high-spirited as when he was a teenager shouting "The spring breeze blows north, the horses neigh and gallop".

His smile was truly picturesque, and he beamed with pride. "Gentlemen, the sun has risen, why not admit defeat? My wife is incredibly talented, you can't compete with her, you can't, haha!"

The hearts of all the scholars in the room were trembling. It wasn't that Jiang Lang had run out of ideas, but writing poetry requires inspiration, and even with inspiration one must carefully consider the words.

Who can compose poetry as fluently as Chi Shuang? This young lady can compose poems faster than a cook can chop onions.

She responded to poetry as naturally as breathing. No matter who finished reciting the first line, she would blurt out the next line without even a flutter of her eyelashes.

Seven-character quatrains were easy for her to write, yet they were full of substance, each word a pearl of wisdom. No one could compare, truly no one could! No wonder she rose to fame at the Liang Guowen banquet, defeating ten on her own.

Is that really one against ten? She clearly has no end in sight.

This scared Huang Xingyue.

Poems, lyrics, long and short sentences, switching at will. Everyone was impressed.

Even when a scholar concedes defeat, he still possesses a unique style. Someone praised Chi Shuang, saying, "He has a refined demeanor, and he can compose a poem in seven steps, stunning the audience. His writing is as brilliant as a flower."

Another person continued, "The rice waves and fishing boats are written casually, and the clear frost and moon cabin are all painted. The talent is excellent.

"Poetry is stored in a cellar, lyrics are contained in a sea, and wonderful flowers bloom beyond the clouds."

"At a banquet held by Liang Guo, one man could rival ten men. His valor is still evident today, a legend in the literary world."

Chi Shuang smiled and said, "Thank you for your kindness, gentlemen."

General Ma, who was standing not far away, had a sullen look on his face. What a sin! Marrying such a pushy daughter-in-law!

How will he be able to control his youngest son in the future!

Where is the family tradition? Where is the face?

Today I have to... Before he could finish his thought, he heard his ex-wife shout in shock, "Qin Chuyang! Your father doesn't want you anymore. From now on, you will take your mother's surname, Qin!"

General Ma: “!!!”

My heart and soul were broken! This wasn't just a private marital dispute. In front of a ship full of nobles, this woman dared... dared to tear his face apart in public!

He has never lost face so much!

He doesn't even show any mercy!

Qin Fangfei is forcing him to die!

General Ma, who valued his reputation more than his life, felt a fishy and sweet taste rushing into his throat, and blood surged in front of his eyes.

He lunged forward, his black official boots scraping against the sandalwood floor, making a sharp, piercing sound. In an instant, he was in front of Qin Fangfei.

The iron fist in the sleeve whizzed out in the golden light of the rising sun and went straight to Qin Fangfei's face.

"Bang!" Someone was kicked into the river. Everyone was in chaos.