The sons and buddies on the field looked at the second ancestor and said, "Li Gongzi, why are you doing this?" ”

"Li Gongzi, why are you insulting us?"

"......" The woman in the distance pursed her lips and smiled, Yan Bei Yuguang saw it, and smiled brightly at the young lady that day. The woman was shocked: why is this person so frivolous? But it's quite straightforward, ah, Chen Yinyin, what are you thinking......

The second ancestor saw that he was dressed in rags and rags, as if he had found a weakness, and then said: "The poetry meeting has to be attended by talented people, not your Excellency's surname and which gentleman you are studying." The second ancestor smiled wickedly as if to say, it is impossible for a poor ghost like you to read, and the questions asked to you are all to make fun of you.

"Under the surname Yan Mingbei, I haven't read a book, but I can recognize words"

"Hahahahaha, I haven't read a book." The boys laughed together, and even the invited "Yingying Yanyan" next to them covered their mouths and "giggled".

"I'm just here to get a bamboo basket, and I ask for your forgiveness, I didn't participate in the Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting." Yan Bei picked up a bamboo basket of more than forty catties with one hand and put it on his back and prepared to leave, but the boy didn't care, he just thought that the people in the mountains were big and simple-minded.

The prince next to the second ancestor arched his hand and said, "Since Brother Yan is here, wouldn't it be a shame to refute everyone's face if he doesn't write poetry." "I thought: This poor cuo will definitely not be able to compose poetry, and there will be a lively scene tonight.

Yan Bei thought about it, he had to get it back after a busy day's work today, and changed his face and smiled: "The two sons have your surname."

"Don't be surnamed Yan." "Don't be surnamed Chen."

"Okay, two sons, the soap in my bamboo basket hasn't been sold out yet, and I can't put some things in my heart today, why don't you give it to you?"

A few sons smiled disapprethoughtfully and said, "What should I be, how did you sell this soap, what's the use?" ”

Yan Bei said: "Soap can remove dirt from the body, a hundred times better than the traditional rice washing water and plant ash, and this medicinal soap is made by my ancestors, which can calm the nerves and help sleep." When taking a bath, just wipe it on. Five pieces of soap and twenty pieces of medicinal soap, one piece can be used for three months. ”

"And what if you can't write poetry?" Yan Gongzi said viciously.

"It's up to you." Yan Bei said lightly.

"Okay, then I'll buy them all, Yan Er, pay the money, and distribute the soap and medicated soap to the ladies present, just take it as Yan's little care." Yan Gongzi said with a smile.

Chen Gongzi next to him said with a smile: "Can Yan Gongzi write poetry?" ”

Yan Bei walked to the back and picked up the wine glass that Miss Chen had drunk, drank it all, and sighed: "Good wine!" Miss Chen's face was as red as a tomato, and she just said that he was honest, but now he is simply a prodigal son. The people next to him were also dumbfounded, thinking: It won't be here to eat tofu. Several second ancestors were born and two Buddhas ascended to heaven, and the wine glass of Miss Chen, who was in love with her heart, had been drunk by this vulgar person, and even worse, she slapped the table directly: "You disciple." Yan Bei looked up at the bright moon, remembered his grandfather, his insignificance in this troubled world, wiped his mouth and said, "Miss Chen, do you have pen and ink?" Miss Chen was angry and hateful: this disciple was still innocent that day, how could he be a different person today. can only say: "Yes, Xiaolan, present it to Childe." The maid named Xiaolan couldn't help but be angry when she saw that this prodigal son was so bold to her own young lady. put the pen and paper in Yan Bei's hand, and left in a huff. The Second Ancestors thought to themselves, couldn't they be stalling for time? Wang Gongzi next to him said: "I hope that Gongzi will compose poems as soon as possible, we can't wait." "Wang Gongzi is the first genius in Linyi, and he came to get Shikui today, but he didn't expect to be disturbed by Yanbei, a vulgar person, and he drank Miss Chen's wine glass, and he inevitably felt resentful.

Yan Bei spread out the paper and said, "Dare to ask Gongzi's surname." ”

"Don't be surnamed Wang." Wang Gongzi replied.

Yan Bei remembered the number one talent in Linyi that he had just heard at the banquet, Wang Yi. Yan Bei pretended to be uncertain and said: "Dare to ask, but the number one talent in Linyi, Wang Yi." ”

"I'm ashamed." Seeing his uncertain eyes, Wang Yi's smile became brighter and brighter.

"Then Yanbei is here."

"Please." The second ancestor and Wang Yi all snickered, if you can't write a poem today, they will chop you up and feed it to the dog. Yan Bei saw that the atmosphere was almost over, and then picked up the wine that Miss Chen had just poured, took a sip and wrote: When is the bright moon? Ask the sky for wine. I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace. I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, and the high place is unbearable. Dance to figure out how the shadow seems to be in the world.

The talented women next to them were reading in a whisper, and when they saw Yanbei drinking a glass of wine, they continued to write: Turn Zhu Ge, low Qihu, and sleep without sleep. There should be no hatred, what is the long time to say goodbye? turned to sigh and said: "People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to complete." I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles. Half of the Yingying Yanyan present shed tears, and even Miss Chen couldn't help but feel sad. I thought: What has this disciple experienced to be able to write this kind of poem. But then I thought about it: this person is still literate, but why have I never heard of it.

The audience was silent, no one spoke, only the wind blew the fallen leaves, and the fallen leaves fell to the ground. After a few seconds, someone was the first to applaud: "Okay, good words." The audience boiled and applauded. The Second Ancestor said with a black line on his face: "It must be plagiarism, how can you such a vulgar person make such good words." Yanbei laughed: "Daya is vulgar, and vulgarity is elegance." Hearing this, even the boys were thinking about something. Yan Bei walked up to Chen Yinyin and said, "I have a poem that I want to give to Miss Chen, I don't know if it's okay?" Before Miss Chen agreed, Yanbei immediately smiled and said to her: "The east wind blooms thousands of trees at night, and it blows down, and the stars are like rain." BMW carved cars are full of fragrance. The sound of the phoenix flute moves, the light of the jade pot turns, and the fish and dragon dance all night. The moth snow willow is golden, and the smile is full of dark fragrance. The crowd looked for him thousands of times, and suddenly looked back, but the man was there, and the lights were dim. After listening, Chen Yinyin whispered in his mouth: "Suddenly looking back, that person is there, and the lights are dim." I couldn't help but blush, I didn't dare to look at him, and thought to myself: This Deng's informality is quite cute. The audience burst into applause again, and many talented and beautiful people couldn't help muttering, it seems that the future Qinglou poetry will be dominated by these two words, many little women already want to stay with Yanbei for life, Yanbei smiled and said to Miss Chen: "There is already a favorite person." Hearing this, Wang Yi tore the manuscript of the poem in his hand and shouted heartbreakingly: "I might as well do it." Then he fell to the side and fell unconscious. The second ancestor next to him looked at Yan Bei viciously and pulled Wang Yi away. And Yan Bei smiled indifferently. Tonight, there are many warblers Yanyan who want to pull the handsome Yanbei to the spring breeze, but they are all rejected by Yanbei sternly, and said with a smile: "Next time, next time." ”

Yanbei is not that kind of person. (The author complains)

The people are scattered, the song stops, and Yanbei wants to return.