Chapter 72: Wonton Soup

  Wei Dongcheng obviously wanted to fight alone against all the people in Lingyun City, this momentum was really big, but everyone was unhappy in their hearts, Wei Gongzi clearly looked down on the people of Lingyun City.

  Among the guests, there were also some elegant scholars who, seeing Wei Dongcheng's arrogant demeanor, furrowed their brows and waved their sleeves: "Young Master Wei, please present the topic."

  This horse gentleman is not a person from Lingyun City, and Wei Dongcheng is challenging the literary world of Lingyun. Whether he wins or loses has nothing to do with him, so he feels very at ease, smiling and looking at Wei Dongcheng. The guests who came here seem to have no one who can surpass Wei's talent, and Master Wei should be able to win easily.

  Wei Dongcheng thought for a moment, gazed at the sunset, and his eyes lit up as he recited: "Lonely strings amidst red candle tears."

  After Wei Gongzi's response, everyone fell into deep thought. This seemingly simple couplet is like a poem, and responding to it in verse is indeed not easy.

  Everyone shook their heads, and after half a day, not one person came up with the correct answer. The uneducated merchants were all anxious, but they couldn't let down the prestige of Lingyun City. However, how could those young masters be a match for Wei Dongcheng?

  Seeing no one responded, Wei Dongcheng couldn't help but reveal a triumphant smile: "I didn't expect that the great Lingyun would be unable to respond, it's truly disappointing." Thinking of being ridiculed by these people earlier, Wei Dongcheng sarcastically said a sentence and felt refreshed. His old man was the Minister of Revenue, what could these ordinary citizens do to him? He could say whatever he wanted.

  At this moment, Zhu Ziming was sipping his wine cup, savoring the ancient wine's dry and sour taste, which was actually quite good. He didn't care about Wei Dongcheng's couplet at all. After all, in this strange world, Zhu Ziming wasn't considered a local, so why would he bother with Wei Dongcheng's challenge to Lingyun?

  Ke Shen Bi Xing was anxious, she was a native of Lingyun, seeing Wei Dongcheng look down on the literary people of Lingyun like this, under the anger in her heart, she whispered in his ear: "Zi Ming, can you match the upper part of this couplet?"

  "What's going on, what's going on?" Zhu Ziming was already slightly drunk and didn't understand. He had been drinking all along, and Shen Bixian, both embarrassed and angry, hit him: "This Wei Dongcheng is so arrogant, can you just ignore it?"

  Knowing that this treasure husband has a good writing style, casually coming up with a couplet, even Confucius would be stumped, what can this little Wei Dongcheng amount to.

  However, Shen Bixian became increasingly disdainful of Wei Dongcheng, thinking that with a bit of talent, she could look down on others. It's likely that this person will remain at this level for the rest of his life.

  The lady spoke up, couldn't he just tone down his sharpness a bit? Zhu Ziming rolled up his sleeves, looking like he was about to start a fight. Shen Bixian gave him a withering look: "I told you to recite antithetical couplets, not to go fighting."

  Zhu Ziming chuckled and said, "I'm just doing some preparatory work." "...". Shen Bixian was convinced, her pretty face stern: "Hurry up and get it right. If you can't, I'll punish you by not letting you eat breakfast tomorrow." Uh, this threat is quite formidable, Zhu Ziming quickly started thinking...

  However, after a moment, Shen Bixia couldn't wait any longer: "Zi Ming, have you thought of the next line?"

  "What is this upper phrase?"

  "Discuss and fight!" Shen Biying was both ashamed and angry, to the point of tears, but truly had no way with this live treasure of a husband. After all, he was also a well-known person in the capital, and his upper verse, you didn't even listen to it.

  When Shen Bi Xian wanted to say the upper phrase, Wei Dong Cheng came to the door: "This Mr. Zhou, you are a disciple of Confucius, naturally talented and learned, can't you even come up with a simple couplet?"

  Wei Dongcheng's eyes revealed a look of disdain, this dark-faced young master had the appearance of an uncouth person, he was definitely not one of Confucius' disciples, but rather an imposter, and what's with that "a branch of pear blossoms suppresses the sea of peach blossoms" nonsense... Bah!

  Shen Bixian's face was icy, and she had already reached the extreme of disgust towards Wei Dongcheng. Zhu Ziming smiled slightly, with a hint of malice: "Young Master Wei, why do you think I won't be able to come up with it?" Wei Dongcheng's heart skipped a beat, and he replied calmly: "Then please, Young Master Zhou, go ahead and recite the next line."

  Zhu Ziming said with embarrassment: "I haven't heard this riddle before, would you please repeat it, Brother Wei?" "...". Everyone felt a chill run down their spines. This Zhou Gongzi hadn't even heard the riddle and yet he claimed to have solved it - this was clearly intentional troublemaking.

  Wei Dongcheng was furious, he didn't put himself in his eyes at all. I'd like to see if you have the ability, hummed: "Lonely strings among red candles tears!"

  Wei Gongzi read the upper couplet again, and everyone looked at Zhu Ziming with a flourish, wanting to know how he would respond. However, no one was optimistic about his chances, for although he was eloquent, it didn't seem like he had any literary talent.

  After a while, Zhu Ziming still had no reaction, and the crowd couldn't help but sigh. Ling Yun was going to lose... However, just as the crowd sighed, Zhu Ziming suddenly spoke up: "Longing for you on a night when the cuckoo cries!" The entire noisy Ma Fu suddenly fell silent, then burst out in applause: "Zhou Gongzi, that's correct! Good job!" This couplet was perfectly matched, truly wonderful.

  This man indeed has some talent, Wei Dongcheng's eyes narrowed: "Lord Kong is a man of great virtue and prestige, I'll use him as the subject - Memories of the past, red rice, pumpkin soup, one wife, a bunch of kids!"

  Wei Dongcheng appears to be praising Kong's integrity, but in reality, he is saying that someone as noble as Master Kong could not possibly have a disciple like Zhou Botong who has a thick skin like city walls.

  Wei Gongzi's scolding skills are truly top-notch, and the crowd is moved. Who knows how Zhou Gongzi will respond? Zhu Ziming chuckled: "Then I'll use Wei Gongzi's family as a topic - look at his current situation, red rice, king octopus soup, one child, a group of wives."

  "Pfft!" The crowd burst out laughing, even Shen Bixian's cold face couldn't help but curve into a smile as she pursed her lips. What a joke, this Wei Shangshu was indeed something else - only one son, Wei Dongcheng, but many concubines, truly a case of "one son, a whole bunch of wives".

  "Great, great!" Everyone burst out laughing and vented their frustrations. This Zhou Gongzi was simply amazing, his couplet was effortless and even counterattacked, the son of a tiger is no dog, his old man was an old lecher, this Wei Dongcheng must also be a little lecher.