Chapter 111

The main thing is that although the opponent is just one person, but his set of "Black Tiger Heart" footwork is too deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and the literary young people present at Nima have not suffered a heavy loss, so after seeing this guy's eager appearance, a group of literary young people who are better at lip service than fists and feet suddenly hesitated.

Do you go up and get beaten? Or do you watch your companions go up and get beaten? It was a difficult choice. So these literary young people stopped rushing forward, you look at me, I look at you, they all want to encourage each other to charge, and they are waving their flags and shouting.

It's like a group of stupid wildebeest standing on the bank of the Niluo River, and when they see the fierce crocodiles in Hanoi, they all hesitate, wanting to let their companions run out first as substitutes for the dead.

"It's going to start again, look, there's a new lantern hanging out there!" At this moment, someone suddenly shouted out.

"Hmph, don't pay attention to that guy, let's just wait for the list to come out, and then humiliate that guy." Among the literary youth, there are really no general-talented and agile people, and they twisted their buttocks for the first time, looked in the direction of the lantern, and called out.

"Brother Xu is reasonable, we are originally reading seeds, how can we fight with those rural villagers who only know how to fight bravely......

While twittering crookedly, he tried to keep himself away from Wang Yang, seeing the timid performance of these guys, Wang Yang really couldn't think of a good way except for rolling his eyes and spitting.

"Brother Wang is really heroic and heroic, which really makes the younger brother admire." Wan Bin shook his thick eyebrows, and said to Wang Yang with sincerity and convincing, a person faced more than a dozen people without a red heart or a beat, and even scared the other party to crawl before he opened the posture, which really made Wan Bin envious for a while.

"It's just average, it's not worth mentioning, it's not worth mentioning." Wang Yang laughed, very modest, and then his attention fell on the newly hung lanterns.

The third place hung out, and there was actually a poem made by Zhao Ji with the pseudonym Zhao Ji, this half-sized child who was only a little more than fifteen years old was so excited that his face became a monkey's ass, and he didn't care about the reserve and elegance that he usually pretended, and pulled Gao Yu next to him. "That's Zhao, right? That's Zhao's name, right? ”

"Yes, it is the pseudonym you usually use, Your Highness, congratulations to Your Highness, congratulations to Your Highness." Gao Yu is worthy of being a master who looks at his eyes, an elite who pits on the back, and immediately put on a surprised expression and congratulated Zhao Ji.

"Ouch, Xiao Ji is good, he actually got the third, next time I come to my sister-in-law's house, I will allow you to drink two more glasses." Chen Jie smiled and subconsciously stretched out his hand and pinched Zhao Ji's face.

Zhao Ji rolled his eyes helplessly, and could only nod again and again with a smile. "Thank you, sister-in-law, I will definitely visit my cousin and sister-in-law if I have the opportunity."

The third place of the three songs, hung out in turn, two old drivers over fifty years old hugged their heads and cried, it is said that these two are the old goods who have gone through a lot of hardships and studied poetry and books for more than 30 years, and have been unable to get into the Jinshi in the imperial examination.

But I still haven't seen Wang Yang's masterpiece, but the cute and beautiful girl Li Qingzhao smiled very confidently. "It seems that Xiaomei's other lyrics are not in the second position, that is, in the position of the leader."

"Then let's look forward to my sister's masterpiece." Looking at Li Qingzhao's appearance, Li Yu said with a smile on his face.

After the noise of the third place had passed, the two large lanterns were once again hoisted high. "Oh my God, the Guxi monk is here today? You see, it's the handwriting of the Guxi monk, hey, Li Qingzhao's masterpiece of the little lady of the Li family is also there. ”

The crowd boiled again, repeatedly trying to get close to the lantern area, but in the end it was stopped by the tenacious forbidden army, but there were still some excited literary youths, even if they made people's chests deflated, they still couldn't help but shake their heads there and chant loudly the masterpieces of Guxi Jushi and Li Qingzhao.

"Yesterday the frost and wind broke into the curtain. The deep courtyard of the curved room is embroidered with curtains. "This is a literary young man with a white face and no beard, but the scarf on his head does not know who has torn it off, and he is shaking his head hoarsely, like a recluse who has taken ecstasy."......

In this compartment, an old man over fifty years old, with white hair and flowers, was so excited that he was reading aloud the masterpiece of the little lady of the Li family with a bag of tears in his eyes. “…… The first taste of thin clothes, the first taste of green ants. Gradually a wind, a rain, a cool ......"

"It's so rare, it's definitely a masterpiece, such a masterpiece, it can be famous for eternity."

"Alas, it's a pity that the old man was born more than 30 years ago, otherwise, I wouldn't have to go to Li Taixuezheng's mansion and come to the door to propose marriage."

"Get out! You are a goosebumpy old shameless, you are almost seventy years old, older than the grandparents of the little lady of the Li family, and you still want to propose marriage, and it should be an old man to mention it. The old man is only a sixtieth year......"

"You two shameless perverted old men, get out of the way and go crookedly, don't stop us from admiring the goddess's masterpiece, and look at it again, believe it or not, I'll beat you." Literary youths are like estrus bulls with chicken blood injections at the moment.

The scene was directly chaotic, pushing and pushing, and mutual attackers abounded, and there were countless literary young people who shouted that the little lady of the Li family was the best in Bianliang, Tokyo.

The noise on the field was naturally heard by Wang Yang, Wan Bin and others, Wan Bin couldn't help but look at Wang Yang, who was still calm and calm, and his whole body was filled with a strong self-confidence, Wan Bin really couldn't understand why this product was so confident. Ya's Mo is very years old with rejoicing?

And some people have begun to look for Li Qingzhao, the beautiful goddess, even if they can take a closer look. Fortunately, Li Yu and Li Ji, the two brothers of Li Qingzhao, saw the opportunity early, and immediately moved their positions when they felt that the mood in the crowd was not quite right, and Gao Yu even transferred more than ten guards to pretend to be ordinary house slaves after getting Zhao Ji's hint, and finally let them and his group come to a more secluded position.

"Ouch, isn't that the little lady of the Li family? They're coming. Liu Yiyi took care of the green silk on her sideburns, and saw that Li Qingzhao and his party had gathered not far away at some point, and couldn't help but snort curiously.

As soon as Wang Yang subconsciously tilted his head, he happened to see Li Qingzhao and the others walking towards a middle-aged man standing under a towering ancient tree, frowning and silent.

After the three brothers and sisters passed, they all saluted the middle-aged man. "I've seen Uncle Shi, and I didn't expect to see Uncle Shi's masterpieces today, which is really my luck, and it's also the luck of my Great Song Dynasty readers."

"It turned out to be you, don't be polite......" The middle-aged man who frowned and thought hard raised his head in astonishment, and after seeing that it was Li Qingzhao's brother and sister, he finally showed a smile.

"I don't know why Mr. Li is worried, does he think there is something wrong?" However, seeing that the famous Guxi monk Li Zhiyi still looked worried, Zhao Ji couldn't help but ask.

PS:Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival,At the strong request of the majority of cute girls in the book friend group,The author is crying blood,Finally coded out the third more to congratulate all book friends on the happy Mid-Autumn Festival,Family reunion,Be happy,Pay attention to safety when you go out to play,Be sure to drive steadily like Wang Lao's driver,Pay attention to wearing seat belts,Hmm...... Be sure to take the steering wheel.

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