In the Three Kingdoms period, the opening scene features the killing of Huang Gai, shocking Zhou Yu!

"Second Miss!"

Zhao Yu reached out and pressed down on Cao Jie's shoulder.

Press her back into her seat.

Zhao Yu still had half a piece of mung bean cake in his mouth.

"Zhao Yu..."

Cao Jie's eyes were red, she looked extremely aggrieved.

"You're still eating?"

He insulted you!

"He called you a dog! Can't you tell?"

Zhao Yu waved his hand.

He gestured for her to calm down.

He stepped forward and picked up the sheet of Xuan paper.

The intellectuals were somewhat nervous.

What is this martial artist trying to do?

Would he draw his knife and kill someone?

If he were to commit murder, it would only confirm his reputation for cruelty!

This preserved their reputation for loyalty and righteousness.

[System scan: Text information.]

[Judgment: Malicious insult, factual error.]

Zhao Yu put down the paper.

Looking at Ni Heng.

"Your handwriting is quite good."

"The content is just too sour."

Mi Heng held his head high, his nostrils pointing to the sky.

"acid?"

"You crude brute, what do you know about poetry?"

"Tone patterns, parallelism, rhyme—which one do you understand?"

"A butcher who only knows how to kill has the right to talk about poetry?"

The whole audience burst into laughter.

After they finished laughing, Zhao Yu spoke.

"Mr. Ne".

"Who told you that warriors can't write poetry?"

"Although I haven't read much."

"But I just listened to your 'Dog Poem'."

"A sudden burst of inspiration."

I'd also like to write a poem.

"A return gift for you, sir."

The entire venue had just quieted down.

Then another, even louder burst of laughter erupted.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"The sun has risen in the west!"

"Does a pig butcher have to write poetry?"

"Come, come! Bring me pen and ink! I want to see what kind of utter nonsense he can write!"

Mi Heng couldn't help but laugh so hard that tears streamed down his face.

"good!"

"You write it!"

"If you can write a poem that rhymes."

"I, Ni Heng, will kowtow to you right now!"

Zhao Yu picked up his pen.

The posture... resembles holding a knife.

Not quite standard.

But his hands are steady.

[System Assistance: Enabled.]

[Search keywords: swearing, acrostic, highly insulting.]

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Zhao Yu put pen to paper.

The characters are very large.

It's very thick.

The arrogant and reckless man was oblivious to the vastness of the world.

A chaotic roar erupted beneath the eaves.

Those who cannot distinguish right from wrong pretend to be famous scholars.

How can a dog's eyes recognize a king or nobleman!

After writing,

He threw the pen down.

"Clatter".

All the scholars in the room crowded around to take a look.

stunned.

This poem...

Although the language is not particularly ornate, the tones and rhymes are well-balanced.

Especially the last line, "How can a dog's eyes recognize a king or nobleman?", exudes domineering power!

They directly compared Mi Heng to a blind fool.

Kong Rong stroked his beard.

"this……"

"Although it is straightforward, it is... fluent."

"I never expected General Zhao to have such literary talent."

Mi Heng's expression was rather unpleasant.

He never expected that this warrior would actually be able to write it.

But he was stubborn:

"snort!"

"It's just a poem written for show!"

"There's absolutely nothing new about it!"

"and……"

Cao Jie exclaimed in surprise.

"etc."

"Look at the first character!"

Everyone was taken aback.

Following Cao Jie's finger, I looked in the direction he was pointing.

禰、衡、是、狗！

Acrostic poem!

It's an acrostic poem!

And the insults were so blunt.

So brutal, it wasn't even noticeable at first glance.

"Pfft—"

Cao Jie couldn't help himself.

burst out laughing.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"What a beautiful poem! What a beautiful poem!"

"Nie Heng is a dog!"

"Zhao Yu, you're so talented!"

The scholars looked at each other in bewilderment.

I want to laugh but I don't dare to.

Nobody wants to provoke this troll.

His face turned bright red from holding it in.

That counterattack... was ruthless!

In the way of intellectuals, they slapped the faces of intellectuals so hard!

Ni Heng stood still.

Looking at those four words.

"This is an insult to scholarship."

"You rascal!"

Zhao Yu clapped his hands.

He looked completely innocent.

"Mr. Ne".

"What's wrong?"

"Does my poem not rhyme?"

"Is the artistic conception still insufficient?"

"I think it's quite realistic."

Ni Heng's defenses have been breached.

He grabbed the wine jug from the table and threw it at them.

"I'm going to kill you."

Zhao Yu tilted his head to the side.

Dodge the wine pot.

"Double standard dog!"

"We lost the debate."

"Want to switch to physical combat?"

Zhao Yu licked his lips; it had been a long time since he had exercised.

I don't know if it's rusted yet.

"That's perfect."

"Filial combat is my forte."

He stepped forward.

Like catching a chick.

He grabbed Ni Heng's belt.

"rise!"

A living person weighing over 100 pounds.

It took off into the air.

It felt like flying.

"ah--"

Ni Heng screamed.

"Put me down!"

"A gentleman uses words, not fists!"

"What were you doing just now?"

Zhao Yu carried him.

Walk outside to the tallest, crooked tree.

That was a psychological attack.

"This is a physical attack."

"Now that you know..."

"Cicadas should stay in trees."

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"

Zhao Yu scrambled up the tree in a few quick movements.

Hang the Niheng on the highest branch of the tree.

The belt is in place, just right, as stable as a mountain.

"alright."

Zhao Yu jumped down.

Looking up at the swaying Ni Heng.

"Mr. Ne".

"The view from up there is beautiful."

"This will give you some inspiration."

"How about composing another poem, 'Ode to the Cicada'?"

The scholars watched this scene unfold.

Looking at that fierce general who could "criticize with a pen and hang people from trees with his fists."

I'm completely convinced.

Or rather, they were afraid.

Who would dare to mess with him?

You can't win an argument, and you certainly can't win a fight!

Cao Jie ran to Zhao Yu's side.

They no longer disliked his behavior at the poetry gathering.

"Zhao Yu!"

Cao Jie's eyes sparkled.

"That poem you just recited, did you really come up with it yourself?"

"When did you learn acrostic poems?"

"Tell me the truth!"

Zhao Yu shrugged and took another pastry from the tray of the maid next to him.

"It's just a metaphor."

"I have a basic understanding of rhetoric."

He compared me to a dog.

I also compared him to a dog.

"That's called... reciprocity."

"Let's go, it's too noisy here, and we've almost finished our snacks."

"Let's go back and eat meat; we haven't put that 'pancake' away yet."

After saying that, Zhao Yu picked up the rabbit cage that was placed by the door.

The two walked back.

Behind.

A mournful scream came from the tree:

"Put me down!"

"I'm afraid of heights!"

"I was wrong!"

But nobody paid him any attention.

Kong Rong was pretending to admire the scenery.

The crowd remained dense.

Cao Jie quietly extended a hand.

She grabbed Zhao Yu's sleeve.

Hold on tight.

Zhao Yu felt the pulling force on his sleeve.

I glanced down.

[System determination: Traction behavior.]

Purpose: To prevent people from getting lost.

[Permission granted.]

He couldn't shake them off.

He didn't ask her what she wanted, unlike his usual straightforward, masculine response.

He let her lead him.

Walk through the long street of lights.

Passing through the bustling world.

The sound of firecrackers filled my ears, crackling and popping.

I'm another year older.

In this chaotic world, a moment of peace seems quite nice.

The two people's backs.

A tall and upright figure.

A petite and delicate woman.

The shadow stretched long on the ground.

"Zhao Yu".

"Um?"

"Is that rabbit... really called Big Pancake?"

"Um."

"...Okay, actually, if you look closely, it's quite cute."

"It's mainly due to fat."

"????"

"Shut up!"