"Is that him?"

"Yes, it's the guy who stood at the head of the city and peed on the Turkic army."

"Is it the shame of the Tang Dynasty?"

"Yes, Sven swept the floor, I saw it today, and sure enough."

"However, he helped the court recover the looted goods from the treasury, shouldn't he be a hero?"

"However, he also bullied other Turkic princesses, which made my Tang Dynasty ashamed."

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Seeing that Li Mohan and Cheng Chumo were called brothers, people could only whisper, and they didn't dare to conflict with these five big and three rough men in front of them. But the contempt for Li Mohan in his heart is even worse:

Sure enough, things gather like and people are divided into groups. This vulgar person is naturally mixed with vulgar people, let's think about how to win the hearts of Miss Gongsun Yueyao. These bastard people don't pose any threat.

So everyone chose to ignore these three tables.

The second pipa music, which is the opening ream, echoes in the workshop with a soft singing voice. Although Li Mohan was pushing the cup and changing the lamp at an inopportune time, his voice was very small, and he didn't make much noise, which made the boss who was worried about them making trouble breathe a sigh of relief.

In a room on the third floor, two beautiful women were also looking at Li Mohan in the crack of the window.

"Yao'er, is that the invisible prodigal son of Lijiazhuang?"

"Shh~ Don't say that. In my eyes, he is the one who created "The Wild Goose". ”

"He looks handsome, oh, he's quite tall, what a great man! Alas, Yao'er's charm is great, so many romantic talents come to compete for you. ”

The stunningly beautiful woman in pink quipped.

"Alright, Begonia, you don't want to make fun of me. Where can I compare to you, the daughter of the princess, I heard that you are about to become the crown princess. The two of us are like sisters, but our fates are very different. You are the clouds that are high above, and I am the dirt of the earth. ”

Gongsun Yueyao, who was dressed in a light green robe, said with envy.

Hou Haitang took her hand and said softly:

"With my sister's stunning beauty and talent, why is it difficult to marry into the prince's family? It's not that you're arrogant and bent on finding the person you're destined for. Who in Chang'an City doesn't know that your grandson is talented, and if you want to find someone who is more talented than you, unless it is the champion! It's a pity that the Jinke exam will have to wait another two months before it starts. ”

Gongsun Yueyao didn't seem to listen to her best friend's words very carefully, staring at Li Mohan and Su Ling'er next to him, and she was a little lost in her heart.

Who is she? His wife?

It's beautiful!

"I just don't know how his poetry is?"

Gongsun Yueyao muttered.

"Who? That swinger? No way? Yao'er, you wouldn't be tempted by such a thousand people, would you? What about the talented and beautiful women? Besides, is it okay for people to have a female companion? ”

Hou Haitang said.

"Who is attracted to him? Net nonsense! If you do this again, see how I clean you up! ”

Hou Haitang grimaced and said with a smile:

"Today is the day you leave the cabinet, clean me up? You're not afraid of delaying your business, aren't you? Hehehe"

Gongsun Yueyao suddenly thought of something, rushed to the desk, picked up a pen and wrote a few words on a red note, summoned her maid Lian'er in, and said something in her ear, and then the maid took the note and went downstairs quickly.

Looking at the playful smile on Gongsun Yueyao's lips, Hou Haitang faintly felt that he might be pitted by his best friend.

Sure enough, Lian'er, who rushed downstairs to the lobby, showed the note in her hand in front of a room of people who were looking forward to it.

"The first question from Miss Yueyao is a poem with the title of Begonia."

Hearing this topic, everyone and others were thinking and meditating.

Except for the three tables in the middle of the lobby, only the guests who drink are there.

In Gongsun Yueyao's room, Hou Haitang was still relentlessly chasing after her, the good best friend of the pit sisters.

A fat old man pushed the door open and walked in.

"The old man's toilet skills, why did you two girls fight?"

The old man laughed, sat down at the desk, and when he saw the ink on the paper, he couldn't help but wonder:

"What, the first question is there?"

The old man's question, Hou Haitang was even more aggrieved, and cried to the old man:

"Father-in-law, Yao'er bullied me. She used the word Begonia as the title and asked Lian'er to announce it. ”

"Oh? Uh, hahahaha, wonderful. The old man stroked his beard and laughed, "Why didn't the old man think of it?" Yao'er is smart! ”

Hou Haitang knew that this old man was like an old naughty boy now, so she could only pout, pretending to be angry, turning her back and ignoring them, but her ears were listening to the movement outside, to be honest, she was waiting for Youjia with some expectations.

"There it is!"

I saw a handsome boy dressed as a Confucian scholar come out of the crowd, with a folding fan in his hand gently fanning, and chanting while pacing:

"The spring breeze intends to apply light makeup,"

"Colorful butterflies have no intention of weaving powder."

"Wait until the flowers are finished,"

"There are still wisps of incense in the courtyard."

"Good poetry! Good poetry! ”

Many people applauded.

Although this poem is not neat, but it can be made in such a short time, everyone can't help but be impressed by this talent.

The boy looked at Li Mohan and Cheng Chumo, who were still holding wine, with disdain, and hummed his disdain in his nostrils:

"You reckless men, what kind of poetry do you know?! Cast pearls before swine! ”

Cheng Chu stood up suddenly, pointed at the boy's nose and shouted:

"Lu Lin, what are you angry about?! Believe it or not, Lao Tzu beat you up? ”

The son named Lu Lin was not afraid of Cheng Chumo, but swept his eyes over Li Mohan, stopped at Su Ling'er, and shook his head again and again:

"It's a pity, a flower is stuck in cow dung! Such a beautiful woman, but cheaper than a reckless man, the sky is not long-sighted! ”

Cheng Chumo was so angry that his muscles burst out, and he said in his heart, I'm afraid you kid don't know how to write dead words, right?

He snapped the joints of his fist, and in the next second he was about to rush up to teach Lu Lin a lesson.

"Lu Lin, you bastard, others are afraid of you Fan Yang Lu, Lao Tzu is not afraid of you!"

Having said that, he was ruthless, but he didn't dare to step forward and acted cowardly.

When everyone heard that this son was a member of the Fan Yang Lu family, they all unconsciously became in awe. Five surnames and seven hopes, this is an existence that they can't afford to provoke.

Although Cheng Chumo is the son of Lu Guogong, he does not dare to easily provoke people with five surnames and seven hopes. His mother also belongs to the Qinghe Cui clan and is also one of the five surnames and seven wangs.

The so-called thousand-year-old family, a century-old dynasty. These families are the existence of even the royal family who have to pay respect.

But today, when he meets Li Mohan, Lu Lin, a child of the family, is probably going to kick the iron plate.

Seeing Li Mohan drink the residual wine in the cup, he deliberately didn't look at Lu Lin, and asked Cheng Chumo:

"Fan Yang Lu's family? What is it? ”

Cheng Chumo immediately realized that this guy in front of him was a person who didn't even pay attention to the Turkic army, how could the family scare him?

Seeing that Cheng was silent, Li Mohan turned to Su Ling'er again.

"Have you heard of Fan Yang Lu's family?"

How could Su Ling'er not have heard of it, Su Mu told her a lot. But now, she pretended to be ignorant and replied:

"Fan Yang Lu's family? Is it asparagus? ”

"Hahaha, probably, who knows what it is! Maybe it's reeds or sea bass. Li Mohan laughed. I shouted in my heart that Ling'er was smart.

Ignorance, naked disregard!

Lu Lin is going crazy, there are people in the world who dare to look down on Fan Yang Lu like this, is it tolerable or unbearable?

"Come on, get rid of these vulgar people who don't know how to read and ink! This is a poetry club, not a martial arts platform, and idlers who can't compose poetry should not be indiscriminately filled here. ”

Lu Lin shouted, and there were many people who echoed it.

There's no way, they literati really can't stand Li Mohan and these people doing things to destroy the atmosphere of poetry here.

"Who says we can't write poetry? Just a few of you sour Confucians can write poetry? You are not writing poetry, you are dying! Li Mohan snorted.

"What? It's up to you? ”

"You can also compose poetry?"

"How is that possible?"

"Sensationalism!"

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In the midst of everyone's doubts, Li Mohan asked the little servant to take the pen and ink, and under Su Linger's obsessive gaze, under Li Li's suspicious gaze, and under the peeping eyes of everyone in the upstairs room, he quickly wrote down the words of Li Qingzhao's "Dream Order" on the paper

After writing, he handed the words to Lian'er and asked her to read them.

With a puzzled expression, Lian'er took the paper, and her eyes were full of brilliance.

I saw her lightly open her lips and read:

"Like a dream.

"Last night, the rain was sparse and the wind was sudden, and the heavy sleep did not kill the wine. I tried the curtain people, but the begonias were still the same. Did you know? Did you know? It should be green, fat, red and thin. ”

"Good!" Su Mu was the first to slap the table and praise, looking at Li Mohan's eyes with even more appreciation.

This is his son-in-law, both civil and military, unparalleled in the world!

Li Lizhi was also stunned all of a sudden.

This dead rascal can actually compose poetry?

No, it's not poetry, but it's so catchy and so natural.

At the same time, the eldest Sun Ting on the second floor was stunned.

Hou Haitang and Gongsun Yueyao on the third floor were also addicted.

The white-haired old man was amazed, basking in the excitement of discovering a new style of poetry. Can a poem be written like this?

No, my old man wants to see which of the poets is a god-given talent who can create his own poetic style.

The old man got up and went out, Hou Haitang was inconvenient to show up, and Gongsun Yueyao hurriedly came over to help him. The two of them held on to the railing on the third floor and looked at the people in the lobby.

Lu Lin's face flushed, he had already caught a glimpse of Gongsun Yueyao and the old man upstairs.

The crowd was also attracted.

"Look, that's Miss Yueyao!"

"Who's that old man?"

"Stupid, even Lord Yu Shinan doesn't recognize it, and he is a scholar in vain!"

"Oh, it turned out to be Yu Shinan, a calligrapher, why is he in Miss Yueyao's room?"

"What kind of vinegar are you eating? Lord Yu Shinan is Miss Yueyao's teacher and father-in-law, Miss Yueyao is going out of the cabinet today, how can Lord Yu Shinan not come to check? ”

"Oh, I see......"

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Lu Lin can't care about everyone's discussions, now that Gongsun Yueyao is looking at him, he must not lose face in front of the beauty.

He pointed at Li Mohan and said loudly:

"You're not a poem, something, it's not neat at all, it's not counting, it's not counting! It's like a village song from a rural person! Don't fool people! ”

He's obviously cheating.

Anyone with a discerning eye can hear that this dream-like order, whether in terms of artistic conception or level, has thrown off Lu Lin's poems for several streets.

But many Confucian students couldn't stand it and couldn't get used to Li Mohan's reckless appearance, so they followed Lu Lin and agreed, saying that this word was not neat enough.

Li Mohan also caught a glimpse of the white-haired old man and the young girl who appeared on the third floor, and remembered that the great writer Su Shi had a begonia poem that teased his friend, and decided to use it to meet the occasion.

Li Lizhi saw that uninhibited smile floating on the corner of Li Mohan's mouth again, and knew that this guy had a ghost idea again, so she didn't know who was going to be unlucky.

Li Mohan stood up, and his toned body was displayed in front of everyone, and the eldest Sun Ting and Gongsun Yueyao upstairs looked beautiful.

I saw him look up at Gongsun Yueyao and Yu Shinan on the third floor, and said loudly:

"I remembered an interesting story, there was a sixty-year-old man in our village, married a sixteen-year-old concubine, and on the night of candles in the cave room, the bride had to write a poem for the groom to let him go to the bed. The sixty-year-old man was in a hurry to the cave room, there was no way, and the third watch ran to my house in the middle of the night, asking me for help. I was terrified, thinking that I was asking me to help with the cave room, but what could I do? We're just a gentleman! We don't dare to help with this! ”

"Hahaha" Everyone laughed for a while, they all thought that Li Mohan's joke was funny, and they were eager to know what was going on.

Li Lizhi rolled her eyes at him, and scolded in her heart: Deng's disciple!

Su Linger knew that he was talking nonsense, and the pink fist slammed into his waist.

"Hahahaha," everyone laughed.

Li Mohan made a silent gesture and continued:

The old man was probably in a hurry, and he stumbled before he understood. There was no way, Ben Gongzi was helpful, so he wrote a poem to him. So he took the poem into the cave room, and this year his son hugged it. ”

After that, he pointed at Lu Lin.

Everyone didn't care at first, but when they found that Li Mohan pointed at Lu Lin, although they were hindered by the Lu family's fame, they couldn't help it, and they still laughed hahaha.

Lu Lin was so angry that his face turned green.

"You, you ......"

Li Lizhi said to Su Linger: "Sister-in-law, Brother Li's mouth is enough to damage, what will you do in the future?" ”

Su Linger was embarrassed for a while.

When everyone laughed enough, Cheng Chumo was also excited enough, and asked:

"Li Gongzi, what did you write in that poem? How can you get a cave house with just a poem? Read on. ”

"Yes, after talking for a long time, what about your poems?" Lu Lin seemed to grasp the life-saving straw and asked.

Li Mohan cleared his throat and said:

"Coincidentally, my poem is written about begonias. Listen up! ”

Li Mohan stared at Gongsun Yueyao and Yu Shinan, and read:

"Sixteen brides and sixty langs, with pale hair and red makeup. The mandarin ducks are made into a double night, and a pear flower presses the begonia. ”

Li Mohan just changed the age of Su Shi's poems slightly.

Who made Yu Shinan sixty years old now.

Yu Shinan and Gongsun Yueyao are so smart that they know that Li Mohan's poem seems to have a point, and they are ridiculing themselves.

It seems that this bastard boy misunderstood the relationship between himself and Yueyao.

What a bastard!

Gongsun Yueyao's face was flushed, her teeth bit her lips lightly, looking at Li Mohan, she loved and hated, and she really wanted to bite off a piece of his meat.

This invisible prodigal son is really lazy!

Hou Haitang in the room, when he heard Li Mohan's poem, he was also angry enough.

"This stinky rascal! How dare you humiliate me like this! ”

She hated it.

Although, she also knows that the begonias in the poem do not refer to her, but she can foresee that tomorrow, no, after today, this sentence 'a pear tree pressing begonias' will spread all over the streets and alleys, together with this filthy joke, how can I see people?

This damn Li Mohan has killed people!

The more Hou Haitang thought about it, the more aggrieved he became, and he actually cried on the desk.

Gongsun Yueyao and Yu Shinan hurriedly came over to comfort them.

"Woo, I'm going to tell my dad that I'll lead the soldiers to kill him! Woowoo woo ......"

Yu Shinan was so angry that his snow-white beard trembled, and his hands trembled.

"This bastard! Sven scum! Sven scum! The old man is not finished with him! I don't know that the old man is playing with the old man like this! ”

Hou Haitang and Gongsun Yueyao naturally wanted to keep their distance from Yu Shinan.

From now on, stay away from the white-haired old man.

This damn poem!!