Han Chen did not lower his voice, his voice was calm, and there was no trace of anger.

It's just that this "bought three songs", which sounds funny at this time.

That Liu Gongzi's face was red, white, and even blue...... It's worrying, I'm afraid that the next moment, I will vomit blood and die.

As for the waist knife that was half cut out, it had already been closed, and in the face of Aunt Han, the youngest son of the Cao Yun general's family, he would never dare to draw the knife.

If it is a misunderstanding, it is really cut in two, how can it be reasonable?

This is a poetry meeting, and the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone are prepared early on the spot, and there is a special person to record the poems created by the talents.

Just now, Aunt Han chanted, while dancing the sword, he made a complete poem, but it was really as he said, there is a bodhisattva realm, which is really terrifying.

Immediately, someone splashed ink and recorded "live up to the truth", I am afraid that if the poem will end, it will spread.

Almost all of the literati present were whispering, but it was like drinking mellow old wine, chewing the taste repeatedly, and the more they chewed, the more profound they felt, and it was difficult to let go.

Liu Gongzi stood on the spot and performed a change of face, and finally under the reminder of the servant, before everyone could react, he hid his face and walked away, but he fled in the wilderness.

Aunt Han doesn't bother with it, this Liu Gongzi is a wonderful tool man, if you have a chance in the future, let's cooperate again.

agreed to participate in the poetry meeting, and Aunt Han was aiming to become famous.

Nowadays, fame is his talisman, he is noticed and sought after, so those who want to attack him must be fearful.

It's just that after learning the identity of Monk Xuelang, Aunt Han was a little embarrassed.

This monk is so famous, his identity is extraordinary, and he has countless supporters, and he is a proper poetry boss in the land of Sanwu.

The literati are light, if they offend the poet monk in order to be in the limelight at the poetry meeting, it will not be good.

Aunt Han originally planned to move at the opportunity to find an opportunity not to steal the limelight of the snow waves to show her talents, but who knew that Liu Gongzi Baba would send it up...... What a man!

"The bootless ghost is finally gone, congratulations!"

The green-shirted scholar who protected Suzhou Oiran Pan Meiniang behind him looked at the direction of Liu Gongzi's escape and smiled, turned his head, his face was straight, and he threw his hand at Han Chen, "It's just Huating Chen Jiru, the word is Zhong Alcohol." ”

"Ningbo Han Chen, the word is not crazy, I have seen Brother Tai."

Han Chen returned the salute, but the wind was calm, and his expression was about to be good.

"Not crazy? Okay, well, it seems that Han Xianggong is also a member of my generation! ”

Chen Jiru's eyes lit up, and he suddenly became happy, and he squeezed his eyebrows at Pan Meiniang.

God's special "man of my generation"? Is this a forced camp?

Aunt Han's face was silent, but he was secretly dissatisfied in his heart.

The experience of being a human being in two lives, there will be disputes when there is a camp, and what Uncle Ben wants is to be left and right, not to stand in line and fight!

But I don't know that this Chen Jiru and Chen Xianggong, who is so famous, is called a crazy student.

Chen Jiru once wrote "The Biography of Li Gongzi", scolding the master of Jinshi as "a big bone elephant", which means that the scholar gets carried away when he wins the Jinshi, but in fact, he is still poor and sour in his bones, and he is just a monkey.

Really into the wood three points, the pen is like a knife.

After being scolded by Chen Jiru, not only was he not annoyed, but he was sought after tightly, and he achieved a generation of celebrities and scholars.

Chen Jiru saw Aunt Han's style, he was clearly on the same path as himself, he was literate, ignored the criticism of others, was chic and uninhibited, and scolded people in person, he was really, a model for my generation!

Suddenly, this Chen Xianggong had the idea of taking Aunt Han as a confidant.

"Suzhou Pan Meiniang, I have seen Han Xianggong."

The Oiran lady was blessed with great fortune, she was really charming, with a pair of big hairy eyes, like a stream of clear water, looking straight at Aunt Han.

"Miss Pan is a member of the Nanzhili Cave Flute, and she can't get it when she asks for a song."

is also a madman, Chen Jiru knows how difficult it is to be arrogant, and he is talking about Pan Huakui's extraordinary, lest this Chen Xianggong's eyes are as big as a dragon and he can't look down on a famous prostitute.

Aunt Han nodded, oh, this good is a talented person!

"I've seen everyone Pan."

Han Chen bowed his hand slightly, and he knew each other.

Chen Jiru and Pan Meiniang's hearts suddenly burst at the same time, this Han Xianggong was really arrogant, and when he saw a famous prostitute, he was so perfunctory that he could even do it.

"Master Han, the poem just now ......"

Monk Xuelang hurriedly came over, obviously not yet recovering from the shock.

"It's just a good hand, it's nothing."

Aunt Han's face was light, and he was forced to rise several levels!

In particular, if you improvise a poem about the bodhisattva realm, it is nothing...... What about the poems we come up with with bald heads?

Immediately, Aunt Han's character as a madman was stabilized.

You must know that poetry and lyrics are about inspiration, but in fact, there are few people who really have this talent and talent, throughout history.

Not to mention that in the two hundred years of this Great Martial Dynasty, there is no one who can fight.

When composing poems on weekdays, you always have to chant deeply and grind for a period of time to become successful, that is, Xue Lang, a poet monk, and the poems that will be chanted at the poetry meeting are also prepared for some time in advance.

As for Aunt Han, she made a temporary intention and chanted poems on the spot, not only can she chant, but she can also hold a three-foot Qingfeng in her hand, dancing and chanting, it is really, comparable to a poem in seven steps!

As for the evidence, Taolin has entered the poem, can it be fake?

"Beauty is not born from the mother's womb, it should be grown from a peach blossom tree. I have hated that the peach blossoms are easy to fall, and the falling flowers are more affectionate than you. "Isn't it just writing about the peach forest?

By this time, no one believed Aunt Han's nonsense of "buying three songs".

With such talent and such a Buddha-like poem, the monk Xuelang almost couldn't bear it, and almost said, "It's better to follow the old man."

At this time, in the white gauze tent, there are disturbances, where is there anyone who cares about the so-called beautiful demeanor?

There is that woman, holding a pen in her hand, writing down Aunt Han's masterpiece, and wants to take it back and evaluate it carefully.

There are also those who are bold, and they lifted the corner of the white veil, but they want to see the true face of Aunt Han, who "lives up to the truth".

Li Caiwei, who was sitting in front of the low case, narrowed her smiling eyes into a crescent moon at this time, and she sent her to peek at Han Xianggong's maid Yourong, and trotted back to report.

"Oops! Miss, it's amazing, that Han Xianggong's face is like condensation, his eyes are like paint, and his eyes are like a variety of jade, at first sight, like a jade mountain going up, the light reflects people, his posture is like a spring moon willow, and he is in the midst of everyone, like a pearl and jade among the tiles and stones......"

The little maid popped out like a bunch of words, and Li Caiwei smiled even more.

"Stop, stop, are you sure you're not reciting the "New Words of the World"?"

Without waiting for the maid to answer, Li Caiwei turned her head to look to the side, "Sister, you said earlier that this husband who has not passed through the door is just ordinary, but now it seems that it is extraordinary...... Are you afraid that your sister will not be able to compete with you? ”

After the short case on the side, Miss Chu Yunxi Chu smiled bitterly.