An Qing pointed to the beautiful female students, and said with a headache: "These students, they have been begging me, begging you to teach some poems, they are pestering me, I am upset, and my head is big." If Seventh Brother is willing to meet their requirements, but Qing'er has something on her mind, maybe she will be much happier. ”

Yan Qi is clear.

Isn't it just poetry?

The schoolgirls gathered in groups and chattered.

"Seventh brother, it's rare to have leisure today, so you can satisfy me."

Yan Qi Khan.

What do you mean for me to satisfy you?

It's as if I'm going to crush you to the bed and destroy you.

This little girl is so bold, in front of An Qing, she has to tease my mother so bluntly?

The other little girl was also cowardly, pulling Yan Qi's sleeve and shaking: "Yes, Brother Seventh has fulfilled our innocent girl's heart, okay?" ”

Yan Qi Khan: The heart of an innocent girl? You're a pure fart, you've got your hands on it.

"Brother Seven, I've waited for all the flowers."

Yan Qi smiled evilly: Is it the chrysanthemum thank you?

A group of young girls Yingying Yanyan surrounded Yan Qi, saying a pun, and even came up to move their hands and feet, pulling and pulling.

Surrounded by the 'tiger wolf', Yan Qi couldn't resist it, so he had to nod: "If there is nothing to do left and right, I will accompany you to go crazy." ”

"Hee-hee, that's great."

A group of young girls jumped and jumped happily.

Yan Qi didn't expect him to be so popular.

Poetry is not Yan Qi's hobby, he likes to make money, and he likes beautiful women.

In his eyes, the poems are a little sour, and he really doesn't feel cold.

Except for one kind of poetry - Yan. Poetry, this thing is definitely his favorite.

Although he is not interested in poetry, in order to make An Qing happy, he asked her to be the dean, and this hard work, Seventh Brother took it.

Yan Qi said to a group of young girls: "Little beauties, how do you want to play? No matter how you play, Seventh Brother will cooperate with you. Why don't you tell you a few passages, or tell me about the poet's romance? Or tell a story about picking up ashes? Picking up ashes is the ambiguous ...... between father-in-law and daughter-in-law"

"Seventh brother, don't!"

There was a female student named Caimeng who interrupted Yan Qi's words.

Caimeng looks sweet, like An Qing, is a bold character, generous, informal, deeply liked by An Qing, talking to Yan Qi on weekdays, and boldly saying some light words.

Even, Yan Qi told a meat joke, she was red-faced when she heard it, but she still had to listen to it.

Yan Qi asked: "If you don't talk about meat jokes, then what are you talking about?" ”

Caimeng said: "Didn't you say that you want to recite poetry." ”

Yan Qi nodded: "Yes, what kind of rules?" ”

Caimeng said: "The sisters have discussed it." ”

Yan Qi said: "Let's hear it." ”

Those young girls all looked at Caimeng, their cheeks flushed, a little shy, and a little expectant, and their beautiful eyes were shy and charming.

Yan Qi was a little confused: "Why don't you say it?" ”

Cai Meng blushed, hesitated for a while, and finally, she still winked at An Qing: "Master, I can't say it well, let's talk about it." ”

An Qing thought for a while, and said with deep meaning: "Seventh brother, what are the characteristics of a poet?" ”

Yan Qi didn't think about it, and responded: "Two words: riotous, four words: special riotous." ”

An Qing's red lips were raised, and with the intention of wine, she was generous, her beautiful eyes stared at Yan Qi, her red lips opened lightly, and she spat out the aroma: "The theme of these little Nizi's poems is to be centered on Sao and Xin, they obviously want to play this game, but they are thin-skinned, I'm embarrassed to say, but I want to invite you to chant poetry, it's ridiculous to think about it." ”

Listening to An Qing say this, a group of little beauties are like mimosas, with delicate cheeks and red eyes, but fortunately, they can hide their panicked hearts because of their alcohol.

I'll go!

Where is this poetry, it is clearly lewd. Poem.

A group of little girls who are just starting to fall in love, they are not small, so prodigal, do they still know how to be shy?

Yan Qi thought it was funny.

Paralyzed, I'm really not good at serious poetry, if you want to talk about sassy hearts, Seventh Brother is the most sassy, and you want to say lewdness. Poetry, Seventh Brother, I am thirty-two k pure prostitution.

Yan Qi is a, and when he heard that he was going to play with fire, he was vaguely excited.

Some of those young girls covered their faces, some lowered their heads and buttoned the corners of their clothes, some pretended to drink to hide their embarrassment, and a few girls flashed their beautiful eyes and looked at Yan Qi boldly.

Yan Qi pretended to groan, held back for a long time, and whetted the girl's appetite, before he reluctantly nodded under the expectant gaze: "Young girl, which one is not good at spring?" It's okay, today, let's learn from those romantic poets and play with romantic style. ”

"However, let's say it first, play and play, make trouble, and don't blush and get angry. I have no bottom line when I am debauched, so be careful. ”

"yes, that's great."

Cai Meng jumped up suddenly: "Sisters, what am I talking about, Brother Qi is not the kind of old-fashioned person." How's that, I guessed it, right? ”

The young girl was chattering, extremely shy, and between her eyebrows, there was a sense of excitement.

An Qing's cheeks flushed: "I said the rules, take turns to recite poems, and the previous one will make the question, if you can't make a compassionate poem, then you will have to punish yourself with a cup, how about it?" ”

The young girls all nodded.

An Qing said: "Caimeng, let's start with you, you are the first, you can make your own proposition." ”

Caimeng is bold, the first to chant poetry, very excited.

She blushed and said, "I'll just use cardamom and flowers." ”

Yan Qi shouted loudly, "Applause welcome." ”

Cai Meng held back for a while, and groaned: "The cardamom blossoms on the third day of March, and a worm drills into it, and after drilling for a long time, it has no clue, and climbs the stamens to play on the swing." ”

I'll go!

This poem is really quite sassy.

Bugs burrow into flowers? Haolu. Bones.

A group of young girls are infinitely shy, and they are flattering.

"Caimeng, I didn't expect you to be so filthy, it's so embarrassing."

"Really, you think that bug drilled your flower, right? Hee-hee! ”

……

Caimeng's face was red, her eyebrows and eyes were full of spring, and she looked at Yan Qi: "Seventh brother, how is my poem?" ”

What can Yan Qi say, he stretched out his thumb: "Simple and rude, pass the test!" ”

Caimeng looked at An Qing again.

An Qing blushed and analyzed: "Writing poems pays attention to sassy and affectionate, this poem is coquettish enough, but the love words are not obvious, too revealing. Bone, in terms of style, can only be regarded as average, but it is also passable, so there is no need to punish alcohol. Come, next. ”

Caimeng raised his hand: "I'll come up with a topic, with the stream as the topic, Liu Pan, it's your turn." ”

Liu Pan is also a talented woman, she held it for a long time, and there was no suitable one, so she was urged by everyone, so she had to bite the bullet and groaned: "A ditch three feet above the ground, the water flows all year round, I don't see the old cow to take a bath, I only see the monk coming to wash his hair." ”

After chanting, Liu Pan's face turned red, covering his face, not daring to let go.

Yan Qi was completely dumbfounded.

This is not called poetry at all, it is simply too yellow, yellow and yellow.

"Bah, Liu Pan, you are too dirty, how can you be so exposed. Osseous? ”

"It can't be counted, this is not called Sao, this is called yellow, and there is no love, it is like describing animals."

"Drinking, you punish yourself."

Liu Pan also knew that his poem was too yellow and too rough, covered his eyes, punished himself with a glass of wine, and shook his waist: "Okay, okay, I'll punish myself." Come, next. ”

The next talented woman hesitated, but she didn't groan, and punished herself.

In a flash, five or six people were punished in a row.

In the end, it was An Qing's turn.

Caimeng's beautiful eyes flashed and looked at An Qing: "Teacher, it's up to you." ”

Yan Qi also looked at An Qing, his eyes were cunning.