Liu Zheng is probably not used to talking to strangers, and all his speeches are said by Wang Jingzhi. It is said that he is an official and should be good at communication, and it is estimated that his colleagues and subordinates will be very miserable in the future with such a cold appearance. He walked behind the desk without saying a word, looking as if everyone owed him money.

And Li Dongsheng Yushu Linfeng Although his face is also very serious, he is handsome, his appearance is everything, when Li Dongsheng walked towards the table, he heard "Ah... It's so handsome", and some people shouted: "Lantian waits for me to love you!" ”

"I heard that your wives and concubines are all pregnant, and I am willing to serve you!"

"I want to have a baby with you too!"

The girls' words provoked laughter at the scene, Li Dongsheng really wanted to brush his sleeves and leave, the dignified Hou Ye of the Tang Dynasty was actually molested by a prostitute, as soon as this incident came out today, it is estimated that Yu Shitai will impeach him again for openly engaging in prostitution, this reputation is not good, he glanced at Cheng Chumo hatefully, there is no good thing to be with this guy. Cheng Chu smiled silently and didn't speak, he had already arrived here and could only continue to act.

Liu Zheng estimated that he was confident, and he picked up the pen and wrote, and after a while, he had already written two poems, and the maids walked through the crowd of onlookers with the poems. Then put it on the table next to it, someone chanted loudly, this kind of atmosphere sought after by everyone made Wang Jingzhi very intoxicated, although those poems were not written by him, but he was honored as a participant.

Looking at where Li Dongsheng was still studying ink, the maid next to him wanted to go up to help, but Li Dongsheng refused, and then found a five big and three rough military men to help, the rough movements made the people around laugh, and sure enough, the rumor that Lantian Hou didn't like women outside was true. Only those women have stars in their eyes, and the legends about Li Tanhua have been for many years, and now I finally see that the real person is really as handsome as in the legend, the same temperament, he is also dedicated to his family, and he is a marquis at a young age with his own ability, and the most important thing is that he still has money, where can he find such a perfect man?

When Li Dongsheng lifted the pen, there was another scream. Li Dongsheng couldn't cry or laugh when he was made, he only hated that he had made a bad friend like Cheng Chumo. Calm down and do it overnight.

The military man walked around the crowd with the poems written by Li Dongsheng like a maid, and then went in front of the person who wanted to recite the poems, and the girl still wanted to take it over and collect it like just now, but unfortunately the military man's hand was as steady as an old dog: "Our Hou Ye said that his works will not be circulated, please just look at it and read it, you can copy it after reading, but I will take the original work away." ”

"Oh, I see. It's a big loss!" Wang Jingzhi only thought of this at this time, and he thought about how to become famous, forgetting that his things were earned by others. Before he could go to Wang's mother, he heard the bard say loudly: "The fire tree and silver flowers are red, and the sky is blowing the spring breeze." The new love is busy with the beginning, and the old things are thrilling in the dream. I hope that for the time being, I might as well let the moon be hazy. It takes a lot of time to enjoy the lanterns, and it may not be the same next year. ”

As soon as this poem was read, the originally noisy venue was quiet, everyone has the ability to taste, Li Dongsheng's poem first wrote about the weather and moonlight of the Lantern Festival; Then write about the people who put the lights and watch the lights on the street, the colorful and gorgeous clothes, the dazzling and brilliant lanterns, and the women in the incense car and BMW, which makes people feel like they are in it; Finally, I wrote that I came back from watching the lanterns, went up to the tall building alone, hung the curtains, and stared at the street, only to see the lights listed, as if the sky was full of stars descending to the world. The poet climbed up and looked down at what he saw, and after the excitement was very lively, he said this coldly, and there was a kind of lost psychology, which was covered with a faint sense of loneliness.

Wang Jingzhi's heart condensed, the obvious style of this poem is much higher than that of Liu Zheng, judging from the reactions of everyone present, it is catchy to read, and it is really a rare masterpiece. He glanced at Liu Zheng worriedly, and found that he continued to think as if he hadn't heard, wrote two songs, and was now thinking about the third.

Over there, Li Dongsheng carried his pen like the wind, and another soldier walked around the field with rice paper, and no one laughed at this scene anymore at this time, and everyone waited with bated breath for the person who recited the poem to read it.

"The fire tree and silver flowers are closed, and the iron lock of the star bridge is opened.

The dark dust goes with the horse, and the bright moon comes one by one.

The wanderers are all plums, and the songs are all plums.

Jin Wu can't help the night, and the jade leak is not urging.

This poem is a notch higher than the one just now, the whole poem describes the grand scene of Chang'an City to visit the Yuan Night, and then uses the so-called "happy and bitter days are short", and unconsciously it has reached the time of the deep watch, but people still have infinite nostalgia, hoping that this annual Lantern Festival night will not pass in a hurry. The two sentences of "Jin Wu can't help it" end the whole article with a universal psychological description, which is exhaustive and inexhaustible, and reading it makes people have a lingering sound and a feeling of three days of endlessly. This poem is in the gilt staggered, and it seems to be overflowing with rhyme.

At this time, the huge Qinglou Yaque was silent, everyone was fascinated by this beautiful sentence, everyone was reminiscing, feeling, but someone was disturbing the scenery: "Dongsheng, how are you writing, why don't you speak." ”

Sure enough, it is still Cheng Chumo, he is still a little weak in his heart, losing money is not a problem, the problem is not to lose face. Seeing that everyone's reaction is so big, no one applauds it, and it is difficult to distinguish the outcome of the victory, so he is not in a hurry.

Wei Shuyu had also met him a few times, and he was barely an acquaintance and said with a smile: "Brother Cheng is too worried, Dongsheng basically has no room for them to resist, you are really, Dongsheng, this big killing weapon, you can just bring it out." Do you know thanks to this? This is to help others brush up their prestige, he is originally a nobody, and when the time comes, he will boast that I have compared poetry with Li Tanhua, although he will definitely lose, but this is also a kind of qualification. ”

"And this kind of operation?" For a muscular man like Cheng Chumo, it is very humiliating to lose, and it is really beyond his imagination that he can be bragged about by others as a successful achievement.

When Wang Jingzhi heard Wei Shuyu talking about his cousin here, he immediately said loudly: "You don't want to spew blood, is my cousin like that?" ”

Fang Yi's straight temperament is as straight as his name: "Then do you say that your cousin's fame and official position are as big as Li Dongsheng?" Shut up if you don't. ”

Just when they were arguing, Li Dongsheng wrote another poem, the person who recited the poem was already so excited that he couldn't help himself, Li Dongsheng took the initiative and wrote one masterpiece after another, completely making Liu Zheng, who had become famous in Chang'an in the past two years, unable to raise his head, which fully shows that the law that your uncle will always be your uncle is correct.

When the third poem unfolded in front of him, the bard was stunned, and there were only four lines, which is really rare. He coughed, and read it out in a frustrated voice: "Clothes and makeup are everywhere, and the lights on the sixth street are noisy for children." What am I doing in the cheongsam, but also in the laughter of tourists. ”