A rich young master smiled and came to the side of (春chūn) Lan's (身shēn) and said, "(春chūn) Miss Lan, let's play some games here to relieve boredom." ”

Lan didn't look at the rich young master's salivating face, raised his head proudly, and said, "Okay, let's play some games." ”

Sometimes, the more cold this beauty is, the more it tickles the hearts of men. Lan Lan, who had been silent all the way, suddenly said a word, and these rich young masters were ecstatic as if they had been rewarded with a heavy reward.

Some rich young masters shouted: "Let's draw boxing, I'm the best at boxing." ”

The rich young master next to him shouted: "We're not drinking now, what kind of punch are we playing." ”

"Then let's play chess, which is elegant, in line with the temperament of (Chunchūn) Miss Lan. ”

"A game of chess can only be played by two people, there are so many of us, how can we play?" ......

These rich young masters argued endlessly about what game to play, and they were so red in the face that they rolled up their arms and sleeves, and they almost threw themselves together to fight.

At this time, Lan spoke, "If we are playing an elegant game, let's play poetry, and each of us will compose a poem, and compare whose poems are talented." ”

The rich young masters looked at (春chūn) Lan and were all stunned. These rich young masters relied on the wealth of their families, and they were born to study eating, drinking, and having fun, although they had read books and could recognize words, but in terms of poetry, they were all very clumsy.

Liang Guotai said with a smile: "(Chunchūn) Miss Lan wants to compose a poem, then let's compose a poem, I don't know what the title of this poem is?"

Lan glanced at the flower garden outside the pavilion, the flower garden was golden, full of chrysanthemums, and it was beautiful.

Lan said, "Let's take chrysanthemums as the theme. ”

"Okay, I'll come first," a rich young master with five big and three thick stood up, looked at the chrysanthemums in the ground, held back for a while, and said: "The chrysanthemums are beautiful, the chrysanthemums are pretty, this chrysanthemum is growing, it can be watched and can make tea, you say it's wonderful." ”

After the rich young master finished writing the "poem", the dog-legged people immediately applauded like thunder, and these dog-legged people didn't know how to evaluate the poem, so they applauded vigorously.

Lan didn't say anything, too lazy to pay attention to the pig-headed young master.

Xia Heliu, who was on the side of Lan (春chūn) Lan (身shēn), raised his eyebrows upside down and shouted: "Good (fart pì), can this also be called poetry, this is called Hanako's allegro begging for food." ”

"You ......"

Xia He said that the pig-headed young master was called Hanako who was begging for food, and the pig-headed young master was furious, pointing at Xia He and about to have a seizure. However, looking at the (春chūn) Lan next to him, the pig-headed young master still suppressed his anger and sat aside angrily.

A thin monkey young master who had been hollowed out by the color of wine stood up and said, "Brother Zhu, don't be angry, let's play games, make a few jokes, it's harmless, I'll compose a poem." ”

This thin monkey young master is vassally elegant, and among this group of young masters who don't learn and don't know how to do it, he can be regarded as a talent.

The thin monkey young master held a folding fan behind his back, paced in the pavilion in a pretended manner, made a contemplative shape, and then took a stand, "The chrysanthemums in the garden are golden, I will come to see with the young lady, and the young lady will make me a poem, and the beautiful chrysanthemums will be praised." ”

The family members behind the Thin Monkey Young Master (身shēn) held back for a long time, waiting for the Thin Monkey Young Master to finish the last line of the poem, and immediately applauded.

See, this is poetry. The young master of our family, who is only eight buckets high, and us

The young master of the family is more talented than death, and he is better than you blind-opening things.

All the young masters were blushing, although they didn't know much about poetry, but they could also hear that the poem of the young master of the thin monkey was much stronger than the allegro of the young master of the pig's head.

The thin monkey young master looked at (Chun Chūn) Lan proudly, but he didn't expect (Chun Chūn) Lan to be cold, without the slightest hint of appreciation.

Lan said: "This kind of limerick poetry is also worthy of your applause? Could it be that in this Jiuyang City, there are a group of people who do not learn and do not know how to do it?"

As he spoke, Lan set his eyes on Liang Guodong.

Lan knocked down a boatload of people with a rod and reduced the entire Jiuyang City to nothing, Liang Guodong was very angry and wanted to win back face for Jiuyang City.

However, Liang Guodong is a martial artist who does not practice literature, and he is not much better than the thin monkey young master when it comes to composing poetry.

The rich young masters were not convinced, or their faces were not cold, and they jumped out one after another to "compose poems". Listening to the poems they made, Lan Zhi frowned, and he simply polluted his ears and the word "poem".

"Say no more, these poems of yours are suitable to be said in the cowshed, and here they are ruined, and this great scenery is ruined," said Lan unceremoniously.

The rich young masters looked at (Chunchūn) Lan, and their hearts were full of anger, this little girl, even if you are beautiful, you can't be so arrogant. If it weren't for the city lord Wu Liangde, the young master with that violent temper, he would have picked up his fists and feet a long time ago and taught (春chūn) Lan a lesson.

Lan looked at Liang Guodong, who was standing on the side, and Liang Guodong was also unconvinced.

Lan said, "Second Young Master, you haven't written a poem yet, have you?"

Liang Guotai said: "He is a concubine who knows what poetry is." Hmph, there is no place for him on this occasion today, and in the face of (Chunchūn) Miss Lan, ask him to stand here for a while, what is he not satisfied with?"

Liang Guodong was so angry that he gritted his teeth, but he really couldn't do it when it came to composing poetry. This sense of humiliation and powerlessness made Liang Guodong crunch his steel teeth.

At this time, Xia Yu leaned into Liang Guodong's ear and muttered a few words. Liang Guodong's face suddenly showed a shocked look (情qíng) and looked at Xia Yu.

Xia Yu glanced at Liang Guodong and asked Liang Guodong to present a poem. Liang Guodong hesitated, unable to make up his mind.

Xia Yu pursed his lips, his voice was like a bell, and shouted: "Everyone be quiet, the second young master of my family wants to occupy a poem, please (Chunchūn) Miss Lan to evaluate it." ”

The rich young masters looked at Liang Guodong and showed their disdain, we can't make poems that satisfy Miss Lan, you are a concubine of the next (贱 jiàn) jiàn, and you still want to steal the limelight?

In the minds of these rich young masters, these sisters-in-law are all naturally noble and smart, and concubines like Liang Guodong are all low ((cheap jiàn)jiàn) and obscene, and ten concubines get together, and they can't compare to one of their own toes.

Liang Guodong glanced at Xia Yu with some complaints, complaining that Xia Yu should not have pushed him to the cusp. However, Xia Yu has already said it, and he can't retreat at this time.

Liang Guodong walked to the middle of the pavilion, cleared his throat, and glanced back at Xia Yu. Xia Yu waved his mouth and reminded Liang Guodong.

Liang Guodong nodded, indicating that he remembered.

Liang Guodong remembered Xia Yu's words, picked a chrysanthemum from the flower garden, put it under his nose and smelled it, making an elegant appearance.

Liang Guotai shouted: "Liang Guodong, whether you can compose poetry or not, if you can't compose poetry, get down, don't be embarrassed here." ”

Liang Guodong ignored Liang Guotai, looked at a chrysanthemum in his hand, and said loudly: "When autumn comes on September 8, I will kill a hundred flowers after the flowers bloom, and the heavenly incense array will pass through Heng Mountain, and the city will be full of golden armor." ”

After Liang Guodong finished writing this poem, there was silence in the pavilion, and the rich young masters were confused, looking at Liang Guodong, not knowing whether Liang Guodong's poem was good or bad.

An old scholar behind Liang Guotai stood up, shook his head, and said, "This poem written by the second young master is literary and courageous, and it is a good poem. ”

A rich young master also brought a teacher with him, and the teacher also stood up and said, "Well, yes, this poem is indeed well done, it is indeed wonderful, and the second young master is extraordinary at first glance." ”

Liang Guotai turned (body shēn) and glared at the old pedant, and shouted angrily: "Old thing, you know one, get out of the way!"

Liang Guotai is a dignified concubine of the Liang family, how can he let Liang Guodong, a concubine, be put down. Liang Guotai was thinking about how to demean Liang Guodong, (Chunchūn) Lan suddenly stood up.

A smile appeared on Lan's face and said, "The poem of the second young master is sonorous and powerful, and the little woman admires and admires it. ”

Lan said that he admired Liang Guodong, but his eyes looked at Xia Yu. Xia Yu and (春chūn) Lan looked at each other and remained silent.

Xia Yu used Di Wenxing's skills, what kind of poetry and songs, he came when he opened his mouth, even if he faced these rich young masters for three days and three nights, he would not be defeated.

(In "Water Margin", Di Wenxing is a holy hand scholar - Xiao Rang, who is talented and talented)

Liang Guotai was furious and shouted: "(Chunchūn) Miss Lan, what Liang Guodong said that the dog (fart pì) can't understand can also be called poetry......?

Lan glared at Liang Guotai, became angry, and said: "It's you who can't get through the dog, you don't speak, and no one treats you as a dumb person." ”

In front of everyone, Lan is not at all to Liang Guotai (情qíng) noodles. When did the Liang family's sister-in-law suffer such humiliation, Liang Guotai glared and wanted to scold (春chūn) Lan a few words. However, thinking about (春chūn) Lan's stepfather, the city lord Wu Liangde, Liang Guotai swallowed back all the words that came to his lips.

A group of wealthy young masters surrounded Lan Da to pay courtesy, but as a result, Lan ignored them, but was attracted by a concubine who came out (身shēn) under (贱 jiàn) jiàn).

The young masters, who think highly of themselves, like Liang Guotai, are all holding back their anger.

Lan walked in front of Liang Guodong and said, "I didn't expect the second young master to have such a high talent. ”

Liang Guodong smiled awkwardly, his face flushed. Liang Guodong is good at martial arts and neglects literature, if Xia Yu hadn't told him, he probably wouldn't even be able to make limericks like Liang Guotai.

Lan said: "Second Young Master, the little girl admires your talent very much, you might as well make another poem for the second young master, so that the little girl can be taught a thing or two, this poem is still based on autumn." ”

Liang Guodong oozed sweat from his forehead, pursed his lips, and looked back at Xia Yu, his eyes full of distress.

Xia Yu stood up and said, "(Chunchūn) Miss Lan, our second young master is very rigorous in composing poems, and it is easy not to compose poems without repeating them. Now, everyone is playing here, and the second young master has repeatedly scrutinized, delaying everyone's time, so it is better for me to casually talk nonsense on behalf of the second young master. ”

(End of chapter)