Let's listen to what kind of poem Erlangjun makes?

I saw that the naughty boy learned from his father Qin Su when he wanted to spit out sour breath on weekdays, pacing back and forth, if it weren't for the tiny fluff under his jaw or those milky hairs, and without the three locks of long beards that were indispensable for literati and scholars, such a little guy would have to brush his beard haha.

"Ahem! Well? …… Well! ”

Before the beginning, Qin Zheng pretended to clear his throat first, and then muttered for a moment before he spoke: "The distant mountains are green and green, and the water in the near Sichuan is sparkling. The sound of floating ducks calls for plumbing, and the spring bees buzz all day long. ……”

A seven-law poem was half done, and the sour Qin Dacai stopped without warning.

He pondered for a moment, raised his eyes to look at the place where the Luoshui was gurgling, and in the extreme distance, under the white clouds in the blue sky, the towering city towers and the continuous and straight city walls were faintly visible.

"Yan Ping, Yan An, are the city towers and city walls in the distance the outer Guo of Luoyang, the eastern capital?"

Wai Guo? What is this?

Xiao Langjun can understand the city tower, city wall, Yan Ping, and Yan An brothers mentioned earlier, but what does this outer Guo mean in the back?

The two brothers of the Yan family, who were short and dundun, stared at each other with small eyes, their eyes were full of confusion and confusion.

"Huh?! Why are you two acting like this? …… Oh! Stupid! Hey, they're two idiots! I asked you if the city wall in the distance could be the outer city wall of Luoyang, the eastern capital, and whether that city gate could be the city gate building of the outer city of Luoyang?! ”

Oh! If you had asked such a question earlier, we would have answered it to you earlier.

Wai Guo? Hehe, to put it bluntly, isn't it the outer city of Luoyang City?

"What Erlangjun said is that the gatehouse is the city gate in the southwest of Luoyang, the eastern capital, and it is called the thick gate, and the city wall is five zhang high, and the water village has been connected with the water gate since then to the north until the Luoshui water......"

"Lang Jun Lang Jun! There are many, many big warships in the water village of the official army, and when the royal ceremonial activities are held, these warships will be spread along the surface of Luoshui, and the momentum of black pressure is swaying...... What a spectacular! ……”

"Lang Jun Lang Jun! I heard someone say that in this water village, there are sailors and horsemen of the Beiya Praetorian Guard, the right dragon and the martial army, all of them have helmets and armor, strong physiques, horizontal swords, long lances, strong bows, and hard crossbows, and they are mighty! ……”

"Lang Jun Lang Jun! From the water gate and the west is only a certain distance to the north bank of Luoshui, stretching for dozens of miles until the east bank of the valley, a large vast garden scenery is the royal forbidden garden, according to a certain estimate, I am afraid that it is bigger than the entire Luoyang City, but Lang Jun can never remember that this place is a certain kind of ...... that cannot be trespassed."

"Lang Jun Lang Jun! Two miles east from the Houzai Gate is the main gate of the eastern capital Luoyang South City, Dingding Gate, tsk! What a magnificent appearance of the Dingding Gate is, and how can this small thick gate be compared! ……”

At this time, Brother Yan Ping and Brother Yan An seemed to have been opened by Qin Zheng Langjun, and they rushed to talk about the majestic grandeur of Luoyang City and the royal garden palace in the eastern capital for Xiao Langjun like a few family treasures, and they had the strength to make it clear with Lang Jun and vow not to give up.

When it comes to true intentions, Qin Zheng is really willing to listen to the Yan family brothers to introduce the geography and customs of the eastern capital Luoyang for their family, but at this moment, it is just when the talented man of Qin is touching the scene and is full of poetry, how can he spoil the poetry of the talented man because of such things that can be clearly explained at any time?

"Good, good! Didn't you thank your brothers first? Hee-hee, come slowly! After you wait for these things to be talked about and wait for a certain time to return to the restaurant, you will call for more mutton and Hu cakes and the big man of your Yan family to invite your two brothers to eat, and then listen to you and others to explain clearly and understandably, okay?! ”

But when they heard that Erlangjun was going to invite them to eat mutton and Hu Cake and their own big man, the two brothers were chattering with water, but they stopped almost at the same time as if they had a heart.

As the saying goes, half the eldest son eats Lao Tzu to death, although Yan Chao, the son of these two people, has never been harsh on the meal for treating his own two boys, but the daily meals are just some ordinary food such as cooking cakes and soup cakes, as the two small handymen in the back hall of the Risheng Restaurant, Yan Ping and Yan An brothers rarely see the meat and food like the restaurant shopkeeper, the doctor and the dining master, the boys really didn't expect that the first time they met Erlangjun would be so righteous, and the beginning of the meeting was those crispy and luscious seasonal fruits, Now it's still a fragrant mutton beard cake, and the chaotic hospitality of his own big man, and his gratitude and admiration can't help but arise spontaneously.

Hehe, what more could you ask for if you have Lang Jun treating a husband like this?!

Qin Zheng, who calmed down, looked at the towering thick city gate and the majestic city wall that stretched tall and tall at a glance, and the second half of the seven laws of poetry couldn't help but blurt out when he was grateful in his heart.

"The dignified battlements are far away from the city, and the towering and thick loads are towering into the clouds. It is in the spring every year, live up to the heart and live up to the king! ”

The upper and lower halves of this seven-rule poem are combined to read: "The green shade of the green trees in the distant mountains, and the sparkling water in the near Sichuan." The sound of floating ducks calls for plumbing, and the spring bees buzz all day long. The dignified battlements are far away from the city, and the towering thick load towers into the clouds. It is in the spring every year, live up to the heart and live up to the king! ”

Qin Dong is a black boy, who is as strong as an ox and as strong as a bear, and he is the master who eats by relying on his own physical strength, and since the day he became literate, he has been extremely disdainful of such literary and sour poetry articles.

Qin San is a black and strong little boy with a thick physique, although timid as a mouse but treacherous like a fox, when he accompanied Erlang Jun to study on weekdays, he only liked the allusions to the historical books that won by strategy, and although he had also read some poems such as the Book of Songs hastily after being trained by Ah Lang's family law, he felt that such knowledge was such a dispensable affair.

Yan Ping and Yan An, two short boys, have been put in the backyard of the Risheng Restaurant by their own Lao Tzu since the beginning of their memory, doing some rough work of feeding horses, raising pigs, catching ducks, catching chickens, sprinkling and washing pulp, and only half a year ago that they were able to enter the back hall of the restaurant to do a small chores.

This time, Lang Jun's good poetry can really be regarded as a waste of words to play the piano to the cow for him and a few other naughty boys.

Because of this, Erlang Jun Qin Zheng Qin Dacai finished this seven-law poem quite complacently, shook his head and smiled reservedly When he turned his head to look back, he found that the four fools behind him were either squeezing their eyebrows and whispering, or carefully fiddling with the paper kite in their hands, with a rich and thick simplicity between their eyebrows and eyes, and they didn't care at all that Qin Dacaizi Erlang Jun was an elegant man with a good pen and a good mouth.

Oh my God! These bad breeds who kill a thousand knives are insulting Sven! Qin Zheng's move is simply ......

What Qin Zheng, who was full of indignation and wanted to go crazy, didn't notice that Lu Wu, who was standing under the weeping willow branches not far away, was full of surprise on his face.

If you want to talk about the artistic conception of Erlangjun Qin Zheng's seven-law poem, Lu Wu, who is familiar with some writing and ink, is also ignorant when he hears it, but Lu Wu intuitively thinks that it is extremely difficult for a doll of such age to be able to make such a catchy poem in such a short time.

As for the artistic conception of this poem, it is natural to ask the heavens and the earth, and Lu Wu, who has a good heart, will keep in mind every word of the poem written by Lang Jun, and when he returns to the restaurant, he can understand his feelings by asking Qin Gong and San Lang.

When he came to the green grass with a paper kite in his hand and ran up like a joyful runner, the indignation in Qin Zhenglangjun's chest that was hard to find had disappeared without a trace, and the green grass carpet on the reed on the south side of Luoshui was immediately filled with the cries of several naughty children laughing and complaining and reprimanding and ridiculing.

It's hard to get started! It's not hard to get started.

After more than a dozen small accidents such as overturning, rubbing, winding threads, hanging branches, etc., the children who are gradually familiar with the environment and landform, wind direction and wind speed are gradually getting better, and the children who are happy to run and jump and release the paper kites are familiar with it, and after a while, the blue sky is high between the white clouds and five colorful beautiful paper kites.

I don't know how long it took to run, jump, shout and shout, but the boys who were tired of running finally pressed their paper kites down with stones, and let the paper kites flying high in the clouds flutter in the wind and soar into the sky.

The five boys who reunited lay down on the green grass blanket in a scattered manner, regardless of their respective images, grabbed the fruit left and right, opened the bow left and right, and ate and chewed, the sweat on their faces mixed with the thick and sweet juice of the fruit, flowing down the corners of their mouths, cheeks, necks, and necks, and when they felt uncomfortable, they wiped them with their sleeves at will, without any sense of disobedience.

I just look at those sleeves again, but I don't know how miserable they are!

Or even life, or even pleasure?

For this group of carefree and unrestrained children, such a comfortable feeling is that life is pleasure.

After a little eating and drinking, the energetic boys came back to life after resting for a while.

Spin wheels, somersaults, roll hillsides, pick branches, pull grass roots......

There was a lot of frolicking and fun, and it was a lot of fun.

Naturally, when the sturdy Qin Dong proposed to play a wrestling game that everyone liked, he was resolutely rejected by other people and others.

Do you think everyone else is a fool or a fool*?

If you really want to play such a wrestling game, if you think that the four of them together are not the opponents of the black boy Qin Dong, a fool and a fool will play that kind of wrestling game with you, a simple bear?!

Qin San, who had just lost the tree branch and was about to accept the punishment, had never turned over on the spot like others, only to see him smiling stupidly and rushing forward, bowing down with the strength of the forward rush while holding his arms on the ground and doing a beautiful front flip, and when he landed steadily, he looked smug between the left and right.

The youngest Qin San's hand in front of the little brother immediately won the envious eyes, cheers, and applause of the brothers Yan Ping and Yan An.

After cheers and applause, the second son looked at Qin San's black and stocky body, and then looked at the excellent short and fat body that his brother inherited from his father Yan Chao, and couldn't help but shake his head and sigh in frustration: It seems that the two brothers of a certain family can only live with the skill of cooking sauce in this life.

When the triumphant Qin San looked left and right, the happy and comfortable smile on the kid's face suddenly disappeared, and was replaced by the kind of hideous face when he was angry.

Qin San's favorite pink butterfly paper kite, the roller that controlled the line of the paper kite was originally pressed by him with a large pebble in a cluster of blooming wildflowers, allowing the pink butterfly to swim and fly in the sky to its heart's content......

Now, the pebbles pressed against the wheel have been deliberately pulled apart......

If that's all, Qin San would still be able to endure this resentment, but the most excessive thing was that one of the bastards actually sneered at a few of them provocatively, and then glared at Qin San viciously and gave the twine holding the paper kite to ...... Pull...... Break...... Finish!

Such bastards!! Just like that, I gave the twine of the paper kite to ...... Pull...... Break...... Finish!!!