Xu Bangrui looked calm, shook his right leg very much, and the indifferent son-in-law looked very weak, and smiled faintly: "As the saying goes, people have stumbles...... Ahem, missed, the horse has a leaky hoof......"

Puff...........

Shen Kun and other literati also joined in the ridicule, beating their chests and coughing loudly, their old faces were flushed, they were out of breath like an asthma attack, and the hand pointing at Xu Peng was trembling.

Xu Peng's face darkened, and he pointed at Xu Bangrui angrily: "Get out, it's embarrassing."

Xu Bangning disdainfully walked into the queue with his arrogant head held high, and the bastard appearance finally made Xu Pengju unbearable.

turned around, pointed at Xu Bangning, and roared: "Bangning, you come, give Lao Tzu a long face."

Sure enough, it was Jiangmen Huzi again, Xu Bangning let out a long roar, jumped up, jumped steadily into the open space of the circle, raised his head with his chest straight, and said loudly: "Daddy, dogs and horses are nothing, children are not entertained today......"

Speaking of this, he swept around very vigorously, skimming every surprised and inexplicable face.

“.......... Today the children will compose poems. ”

Puff~

Everyone present spat at the same time, spraying the sleeves of the people around them all wet, including the literati, and everyone couldn't help coughing loudly, this family is too pleasing, is it specially funny sent by Bajie?

For a while, spittle stars flew all over the sky, and in the shroud of droplet secretions, everyone completely fell into each other's wild smell of garlic, bad breath and other male wildness, and the new coronavirus had not yet awakened, or these people would have to be recruited.

Xu Pengju was demented again, looking at the second son who seemed to be more embarrassing in front of him, feeling the coughing sound of his colleagues who were not very popular, Xu Pengju was embarrassed, and he didn't know whether he should rush forward and slap his colleagues' big mouths one by one at this time, or slap his son's big mouths? In this way, he was taught not to do his job.

After being silent for a long time, after seeing enough of his son's fluttering sleeves, Xu Pengju finally made up his mind......... Let's take a sample of my son first.

No matter how you say it, Xu Pengju is also the initiator of today's outing activity, and the fan team leader's big mouth is a bit excessive, and it is more reasonable to smoke his son, as for others, it depends on the situation first.

Today, the two sons took the wrong medicine or what's wrong, they are such ruthless bastards, where to put their old faces, no longer hesitate, the red slap slapped Xu Bangning's head hard, and scolded while smoking: "Bastard, tell you to shoot an arrow, you kid has to compose poetry, do you know how to compose poetry?" What's so good about writing poetry? That's all stupid things that poor and sour talents do, and you don't have any waste to do things? Do you want to lose the face of the Xu family?

Xu Pengju's angry words called an intermission for a long cough, but it caused the anger of a group of literati.

"Shut up, old horseman."

"Be merciful, dare to insult my knowledge!"

The literati headed by Shen Kun were so angry that they jumped to their feet and scolded, and the surging counterattacks followed, Xu Pengju's unbridled mouth was too annoying, especially scolding people in front of cultural people, which was a rare wonder in the world.

How can Xu Pengju be convinced, the cough just now is the loudest of these old guys, and the strength of stomping is the most explicit, and now they are still looking for stubble, is it tolerable or unbearable, and as soon as the tone comes up, there is no difference between inside and outside, and the literati are scolded with their hands on their waists, and they are going to become a pot of porridge when they have a good time to play, and there is a trend towards the development trend of group beating mode.

"Oops! What are you doing here? The whole city of Nanjing has people with heads and faces here, what are you arguing about? Isn't that shameful enough? Liu Shiyan looked weird and played haha, pretending to persuade a few words, just persuading not to fight, I can't wait for the two sides to fight and break the blood.

Everyone is a person with status, and some people persuade them to fight, and they always have to give some face, and the two sides snorted angrily and made a temporary truce.

Liu Shiyan's eyes rolled, could he not know what kind of goods Xu Bangning had, his voice and lust, and he could compose poems, tsk......... Ruo Youyi glanced at him with deep meaning, and said with a pleasant face: "Bangning! Writing poetry is not a joke, you have to think about it! As the saying goes, buy a ...... cough, make a decision to leave, and let these well-educated people see, our powerful people also have talents who make the wind and the moon, hehehe! ”

Someone spoke for him, Xu Bangning was relieved, cleaned up his anxiety, and cleared his throat: "Uncles and uncles, old adults, the kid is not talented, although he is behind the door, he reads...... That, it's okay, these days of meditation and hard thinking, finally let the kid realize some inspiration, this is to make a poem of nostalgia, let you taste it...... Taste, cough, taste! I want to ...... in the first place."

This son was too verbose, seeing that the literati's suffocated red faces were about to show the appearance of shameless bastards, Xu Pengju couldn't help it anymore, the old face with a thick city wall was also red, and the sandbag slapped it again, and said viciously: "If you compose a poem, you will write a poem, what are you talking about, believe it or not, Lao Tzu will beat you to death?"

Xu Bangning stopped dumbly, touched his somewhat hot face, straightened his waist, pointed to a peach tree beside him with flowers, shook his head, and groaned loudly: "

The vast and sorrowful daytime slanted,

The east of the whip refers to the end of the world.

Falling red is not a ruthless thing,

Turn into spring mud to protect flowers. ”

The audience was dead silent, and the birds were silent.

The magnates are fine, there is no reaction, in their eyes this is just a limerick. The literati led by Shen Kun were stunned, and after savoring it, the original frivolous face gradually became solemn, and after chanting a few more times, his expression became more and more sluggish, and his eyes showed incredible shock.

Xu Pengju raised his heart and mentioned his throat and eyes, look at this, look at that, he didn't understand the poem, but he knew how to look at the face, and saw the appearance of a group of literati with hysteria and dementia, Xu Pengju couldn't figure out whether this poem was good or bad, at this time, he should laugh twice and say something about the scene of 'children can be taught', or give his son a brain crash to show the punishment of embarrassment.

For a long time, Shen Kun took the lead in applauding, and a group of literati also cheered in unison: "Good poetry, good poetry, it should be famous for centuries, admired by all the people, the old man's family education is decent, and he has cultivated great talents quietly, which is gratifying."

The magnates were stunned, looking at the shameless flattery of a group of literati, and the prepared belly of ridicule was suppressed alive. Liu Shiyan was even more surprised, it didn't make sense! What kind of rhythm is this, how can he not know? Quietly stepped into the ranks of the Ming Dynasty talents, and the feng shui of the Guogong Mansion that entertained to death is so evil?

Everyone's faces Xu Bangning looked at them one by one, he knew that the upgrade had been successful, and he couldn't help but be a little proud, Zhang Mingyuan, this kid has two brushes, and he must give him a five-star praise the next time they meet, and not liking it is not enough to calm down the excitement at this time.

So the outing activities reached a higher high-end atmosphere, and in just a moment, the ownership was as if the Confucian saint was possessed, and one by one he became knowledgeable, and his gestures were also elegant and easy-going, and his expression when he looked at Xu Pengju was full of surprise and shock.

Obviously, today's competition is squeezed by the government.

A pear blossom presses the begonia, and the appearance of this poem also hit the fragile psychology of the literati. So there was a terrible shout: "Wait, the old man has something to say."

Shen Kun stroked his beard lightly, his face was suspicious, and he said slowly: "Bang Ning, it's not that the old man doesn't believe you, it's really a big deal, the old man has to be cautious, and the old man asks you, is this poem really written by you?"

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