The three who were laughing as if no one was laughing were the few scholars who had bumped into Xu Zizhen just now, and at this time, they were standing beside a cluster of blooming early chrysanthemums and shook their heads triumphantly, looking like Lao Tzu was the best in the world.

Xu Zizhen has been thinking about teaching the three of them a lesson, but he didn't expect to meet them here again, hearing them say that they want to make a poem, but it aroused his curiosity, to say that after coming to the Song Dynasty, he has not seen anyone composing poems on the spot.

"In this case, it is up to the younger brother to throw bricks and lead the jade first." The fattest of the three gently shook the folding fan, paced back and forth a few steps, stood still and chanted loudly, "The autumn wind blows the green calyx, and the purple is mixed." ”

Xu Zizhen almost didn't slow down in one breath, this is also called poetry? Mixed with one color, this fat man plays a lot of mahjong, right?

The shortest of the three stroked his palm and smiled: "Wonderful, wonderful!" Brother Su's first sentence is so exciting, isn't it embarrassing for the little brother? ”

The fat brother Su said with a smile: "Where did Brother Ping come from, your knowledge is not under me, take it quickly, don't ask for punishment." ”

The short brother smiled at him, but he was not ambiguous, he came as soon as he opened his mouth, and put away the folding fan in his hand and smiled evilly at the big girl and little daughter-in-law who passed by: "I want to return with incense and be a flower admirer alone." ”

Xu Zizhen now has the heart to hit the wall, he knows the Tao of the second-rate university, and he has to pay attention to rhyme and rhyme when making poems, but what are these two people reading? It's not as good as oil! That dwarf is even more annoying, and the thing he made is equivalent to molesting so many women in public, it's just a yin goods!

At this time, the third scholar spoke, he was still Sven, and he didn't say anything, but he seemed to be the most dragged one, and he raised his head and said: "How can the sun set in the west, leaving regrets between the flowers." ”

Judging from his expression, it seems that he is quite satisfied with his poem, but Xu Zizhen is no longer able to complain, and even the two Dali scholars next to Duan Chen and Duan Yan also have expressions that want to laugh and are embarrassed to laugh.

The three scholars soon discovered one more thing, one sentence for each of them, and now it is six sentences, but there is still one sentence away from the whole poem, and who should make up for the last sentence? The three of them began to be polite to each other again.

Suddenly, a loud voice burst out of the crowd: "People are scattered, and they are shocked!" ”

"Haha......"

All the people who looked at the flowers here, whether they had studied or not, were stunned by this vernacular, and then suddenly burst into laughter.

Duan Chen was still a little personable, covering his mouth with his hands and barely holding back, but his shoulders were twitching and shaking, Mo Li'er turned around and bit her lip stubbornly, for fear that she would laugh out loud if she was not careful, but her little face was already flushed, Duan Yan had no scruples at all, and directly squatted on the ground with her stomach covered with her smile, tears flying.

But Xu Zizhen, the initiator of this chaos, had a blank expression and said strangely: "What? Am I not picking it up? ”

"It's you!" The fat man has recognized that this is the person who was deliberately hit by himself at the bottom of the mountain, to say that this kid is too angry, such a mud-legged man is followed by a beautiful woman like a flower, and now he is making up such a crooked poem to disgust himself, it is bearable, which is unbearable!

Xu Zizhen deliberately pretended to be stupid: "Huh? Does this brother know me? ”

"Ahh Who knows you mud legs? The fat on the fat man's face was already trembling with anger, if it weren't for his strong figure, he would have pounced and beat him, "Let me ask you, what did you mean by that sentence just now?" ”

Mud legs? Xu Zizhen is really scolded for the first time in the world, but it's no wonder that he can't wear official clothes to the temple fair, and now this dress is still borrowed from Jin Yuxi, and Xiaojin is not a rich person, this dress is also an ordinary goods bought in a ready-to-wear store, and it looks no different from a grass-headed person.

"Isn't Childe a scholar? Why can't you even understand such a big vernacular? Xu Zizhen looked surprised.

The two scholars next to him also came around, and the short man sneered: "Boy, are you tired of being lively?" Even our Deyun Club dares to offend? ”

Deyun Club? Has Guo Degang also crossed over? Xu Zizhen was stunned for a moment, turned his head and asked Mo Li'er, "What is Deyun Club?" Is it also talking about cross talk? ”

Mo Li'er finally couldn't help but burst out laughing, but as soon as the laughter came out, she felt that it was inappropriate, and hurriedly said: "Brother Xu, Deyun Club is the number one poetry club in the south of the Yangtze River...... It's just that Li'er doesn't know what cross talk is. ”

Xu Zizhen was stunned, but then said disdainfully: "Huh! The first biggest? Is it at such a level? Also mud legs...... Don't look at it, just say that you are fat, I don't think you are as good as mud legs at your level, and you are embarrassed to laugh at others? ”

The fat man's face was already blue, and he didn't know what to say, so the dwarf opened the folding fan and said proudly: "Laughing at you?" What are you? Worthy of the laughter of the young masters? ”

Xu Zizhen didn't speak yet, but Duan Yan on the side couldn't help it, jumped out and scolded: "You three don't know what the so-called guys are, you don't know what bad poems you have written, but your eyes look at beautiful women with thieves, if you say that Deyun Club is such a person, it will really be a shame for the world's scholars!" ”

As soon as these words came out, even the scholar who had always been silent and pretending to be cool couldn't help it, and stepped forward and shouted angrily: "Shut up! Where did the yellow-mouthed child come from? Dare to judge a scholar at a young age? ”

Xu Zizhen was afraid that Duan Yan would suffer a loss, so he pulled him behind him and sneered: "Yo, listening to your tone, the three of them seem to be still from a scholarly family, and they didn't ask the names of the three high-ranking surnames?" ”

Not long after he came to the Northern Song Dynasty, he didn't know if the three living treasures in front of him were so number one in history.

The scholar stood proudly, pointed at the fat man and said, "This Brother Su Shiqing is the son of Master Su, the young eunuch of the Shaofu. Then he pointed to the dwarf and said, "This Ping brother Ping is the son of Lord Nakahei of the Ministry of Rites." ”

Xu Zizhen pursed his lips, he didn't know it, he hadn't heard of it.

The scholar pointed to himself and said coldly: "No, Zhang Ling, my father is a scholar in the eighth year of the Heavenly Sage, and Zhang Xian, the former prefect of Yuzhou!" ”

Hey? Zhang Xian? It's a familiar name.

Xu Zizhen searched in his mind, and was suddenly stunned: "You mean Zhang Xian, Mr. Zhang Anlu?" ”

He really met someone he had heard of, this Zhang was a famous lyricist in the Northern Song Dynasty, and he didn't know what to do for the official Qing Dynasty, but this Zhang Da was quite famous for his romantic nature, and he married an eighteen-year-old concubine at the age of eighty.

At that time, when Su Dongpo was drinking wine, he also improvised a poem to make a joke about him: the mandarin duck was made into a double night, and a pear tree pressed the begonia. That's the old man.

Zhang Ling couldn't help but feel a little proud, and his head was raised higher and higher: "Hmph, you can be regarded as a little knowledgeable." ”

Xu Zizhen nodded violently: "Yes, yes, it seems that the three sons are really the origin of the scholarly family, admire and admire!" Suddenly, his tone changed, and he sneered, "It's just that Zhang Gongzi failed to inherit Ling Zun's literary talent, but he just learned his romance, oh no, it's not romantic, it can only be called obscene, I think Ling Zunquan has to be ashamed of you if he knows." ”

"Bastard!" Zhang Ling couldn't be cool anymore, and said angrily, "You dare to slander my father, come here, take him down for me!" ”

After all, he is the son of an official eunuch, and there are always a few dog-legged people under his command, and a few people suddenly ran past him at this order, all of them with hideous faces and menacing momentum, and they were about to capture Xu Zizhen.

"Stop!" There was a loud shout from the crowd, and a young man who was looking at the hanging boy shook his folding fan and shook it out, glanced at the doglegs, and scolded, "Go back!" ”

Zhang Ling and Su Shiqing Ping Dawu were already waiting to go up and beat Xu Zizhen violently to get out of the evil breath in their chests, but when they saw this young man appear, they suddenly wilted.

Su Shiqing laughed dryly and leaned over: "I don't know that Brother Qian is here, the younger brother is rude." Ping Dawu also came over to salute, and Zhang Ling waved his hand sheepishly and asked a few family members to retreat.

The young man surnamed Qian walked over slowly and said proudly: "I said Zhang Ling, this temple fair is a place of entertainment, what kind of system do you let your subordinates do at will?" ”

Zhang Ling seemed to be quite jealous of this scholar surnamed Qian, the corners of his mouth tugged but he still held back his anger, and then said the matter of Xu Zizhen's casual remarks and insults to the three of them just now, and finally said: "Brother Qian, forgive me, the younger brother is not willing to do such a reckless thing in this beautiful place, but this person insults his father, and the younger brother can ......."

The scholar surnamed Qian waved his hand: "Whew! It's a big deal, I thought he was wrong with you, didn't he just tell the truth? ”

"You!" Zhang Ling's face couldn't hold it anymore, and he suddenly turned red.

Qian Shusheng ignored him anymore, turned to look at Xu Zizhen, patted him on the shoulder after looking him up and down, and said with a smile: "Brother, a cloth cloth actually makes the three of them scholars popular like this, what is your name?" ”

Xu Zizhen had a good impression of him, especially the tone of his mouth was somewhat similar to his own, he was so out of tune, and waved his hand and smiled: "My name is Xu Zizhen, what do you call a buddy?" ”

"It's good to say, my surname is Qian Fang, and the words are the same."

Xu Zizhen Yile, Comrade Qian Fang? It's a postmodern name.

But at this moment, a yin and yang weird voice sounded from not far away: "Brother Qian, you are not studying at home in the middle of the day, and you are here to help outsiders bully our Deyun Club?" ”