Seeing Qian Hao's hands spread, he smiled bitterly, and everyone else was happy. It is Xu Zixiu, who usually does not participate in the coaxing of his junior and younger brothers, but today he took the lead in coaxing.

"The teacher is right, if you don't do well, you will be fined at least three glasses of wine."

Seeing that the senior brothers are all in a hurry, how can the other senior brothers stop? Especially Fan Jun, clapping his hands and making noise, like a child.

Wang Jin too, while tapping the dishes with chopsticks, said loudly: "How can three cups be enough, at least five cups." No, at least one round of salutes, and three cups of salute to the master. ”

"And the last party, the starling didn't come, this time we will be punished together." Fan Jun was not to be left behind, and shouted closely.

Seeing the enthusiasm of the apprentices, Le Zhishan couldn't help but be very happy, and quipped: "Tang drunk, if you don't do well, you won't be able to go back to school tonight."

Qian Hao touched his nose and smiled bitterly again.

These guys, or senior brothers and sisters, do they need to play like this for a meal?

Still pay tribute to one round, and make up for the last time?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help glaring at Fan Jun, but it was useless. Fan Jun grinned, not afraid at all, and even made a grimace.

"Okay, I'll think about it."

The resistance was ineffective, so he had no choice but to give in and respond helplessly. Then he fell into deep thought, as if thinking about poetry.

He was really thinking, but he was wondering which one he should steal? There is no way, there are too many poems to choose from.

Not only that, but he can't choose too good, otherwise wouldn't it make the senior brothers sad?

Although they are not narrow-minded people and will not hate him because of a poem, the poet is very disappointed when he sees others making good poems.

When you get together, you can't be disappointed.

This point of sophistication, Qian Hao still understands. Therefore, he thought about it for a while, and then he chose an ordinary poem.

"Ahem, I'm not in a state today, so let's just make a song."

Although Qian Hao said that he would make a song casually, everyone was still full of expectations. For no other reason, just because Qian Hao wrote too many good poems, they couldn't believe that he didn't write well.

This should be his modesty. They thought so.

However, it is not modest.

This poem, that is, the poem chanted by Qian Hao, is stable and has no new ideas. Although the chapter is mellow and there is nothing out of the ordinary, there is no wonderful, and it can only be said to be a masterpiece.

Although everyone is a little disappointed with this result, after all, they all have the psychology of listening to good poetry. However, they didn't really pour money into it.

Even, Le Zhishan praised Qian Hao twice.

They are all their own family members, they are ruthless in their mouths, but they are soft in their hearts.

However, this is not the case with outsiders.

Especially in the poetry circle, maybe the literati are light, and there is always some meanness. No, Qian Haoshi was only halfway through when a sarcastic sound came from outside the door.

"Let's eat, let's eat, I don't have any skills, and I actually learned from the ancients to carry out the wine order."

"What Brother Huang said is very true, there is no song to listen to. Alas, if it doesn't work, you can't do it, you at least brag about yourself behind closed doors, right? ”

Laihong Restaurant is not bad, the wall sound insulation is good, and the sound next door is not heard. I couldn't hear the sound in the private room outside.

However, maybe someone was careless, Qian Hao's door was not closed tightly. Although the gap is not large, it is enough for their conversation to be heard by the people on the viewing platform.

There are not many people on the viewing platform, but they are all literati, and they are a little conceited. In addition, they also drank some wine, and the alcohol was rushing, which naturally became more unscrupulous.

It just so happened that Le Zhishan praised Qian Hao, and his words were a bit good, but Qian Hao's "appearance" was not good, which did not match the praise.

In this way, everyone outside reacted.

It's okay to be a little older, after all, it's more steady, and at most a few words of criticism in a whisper. But some young people, then they can't help it, not only sarcastic, but also deliberately loud sarcasm.

If this is usual, Qian Haoli will ignore it. What do they do?

What does it matter to them if they don't believe?

What are they, and he needs to prove himself to them?

But today is different, his teacher is here, and his brothers and sisters are also here. A group of people was insulted for nothing, can he not stand up?

However, before he could stand up, Xu Zixiu first calmed down and strode outside the private room. Seeing this, the other brothers also got up one after another and followed closely behind.

If you insult your teacher, how can you not stand up?

Wang Jin, Fan Jun, and Qian Hao, including the last Le Zhishan, all walked out of the private room.

As soon as Qian Hao came out, he saw Xu Zixiu standing at the front, and said in a deep voice: "Who was it just now, verbally insulting my teacher?"

No one responded.

Xu Zixiu sneered and continued to say in a deep voice: "What, this is your arrogance, dare not admit it?"

Seeing that the atmosphere was depressed, the others were afraid that something would really happen, so they hurriedly comforted me with a word. It's a misunderstanding to say anything, it must be someone who has drunk too much, so there is no sense of proportion.

It's a pity that it didn't work, just as Xu Zixiu was about to beckon everyone back to the private room, the previous ridicule started again.

"What do I dare not recognize? Bad poetry is bad, and no one is allowed to say it? ”

As soon as the voice fell, I saw a young man walk out of the crowd and come to Xu Zixiu.

This young man was wearing a white casual suit, he was very handsome, and his temperament was also good, and everyone's eyes lit up. Especially the little girls who came with their elders, it was even more eye-catching, and they wanted to see it but didn't dare to keep looking.

When this young man came out, another young man came out. Sure enough, things are gathered by like, people are divided by groups, this person is not bad, he is also wearing brand-name casual clothes, and he is probably a rich man.

As soon as this person came out, his face was slightly drunk, and he smiled reservedly: "Huizhou Meng Shusheng, I have no intention of offending you." It's just that this is the case, and it's not an insult for a scholar to tell the truth, right? ”

When the onlookers heard this, their faces changed slightly, and they said that something was going to happen now.

Sure enough, Xu Zixiu's face sank, obviously furious. Qian Hao and the others are too, but the senior brother is in front, so it is not good for them to speak first.

However, at this moment, before Xu Zixiu could speak, a fat middle-aged man stood up.

This man must be an upstart, dressed in gold and silver, and has a gold tooth, which makes people look very uncomfortable.

But this person didn't realize it, but shook his fat head and brain, looked at Xu Zixiu and the others with disdain, and said arrogantly: "You poor sour people, you still come here to eat, it's really unethical." Also, do you know who Mr. Meng is? Mr. Meng commented on you, that is your honor. ”

After talking about the call, this person immediately wagged his tail and ran to Meng Shusheng and the others to flatter.

Although Meng Shusheng didn't like this person, this person respected him so much, he naturally had to respond reservedly.

Xu Zixiu was already furious, his face was flushed with anger, and even his hands trembled. However, when it comes to poetry, he is still a little confident; But when it came to the money, he was silent.

Qian Hao saw the embarrassment of his senior brother, and immediately lined up everyone and walked to the front with a calm face. (To be continued.) )