The world seems to have been peaceful all of a sudden, and Wen who thinks that he has defeated Tan Fengyi for the first time, has finally lived a life like a pig in the past few days, waking up later than a dog and sleeping earlier than a chicken. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The Mid-Autumn Festival, such a festival that was extremely popular in later generations, has not yet completely penetrated into the homes of the people, and the only thing sought after is the scholar class, at least there is one more day to show their talents.

This is also a great opportunity for the majority of scholars to show their charm in front of the little ladies.

Alone in a foreign land as a stranger, every festival is full of relatives.

Although the time spans thousands of years, Wen is not in a foreign land, but he really feels that he is a real stranger.

Wen is now full of resentment for every festival, especially festivals like the Mid-Autumn Festival, which makes him feel even more heartache, and he can't feel the existence of family affection when he looks around.

The only thing that is comforting now is that the stone is as sad as himself, and when two people are sad, they will feel a little soothing in their aching hearts.

Suddenly found that he actually had time to grieve the spring and autumn, and Wen Du felt that he had passed the precarious state of life when he first entered the WTO.

"Brother Wen Shi is early, my little sister came to pick up Brother Shi to participate in the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Meeting of Yan Shen." Early in the morning, Mei Yiqi came over to call the soul.

Wen Da yawned: "Yiqi, it's only been a few days, you see that the moon is so round, it's too early." ”

Mei Yiqi glanced at the sun that had just risen in the eastern sky: "Brother Shi, the sun hangs in the sky, not the moon. ”

Wen looked up at the moon in the west: "Obviously, the moon is there." ”

Raising his arm, he pointed to the faint moon in the west.

"Oh, the sun and the moon appear together, it seems that there will be amazing masterpieces in this poetry meeting, brother, let's go there early to seize the advantageous position." Mei Yiqi was very excited.

"Okay, wait a minute, I'll go wash up." After hearing the lazy answer, he turned his head and went into the inner courtyard.

Mei San, who followed next to him, immediately complained: "Little lady, this guy is too presumptuous, I didn't clean up my appearance before I saw you." ”

"How did he offend you?" Mei Yiqi asked strangely.

“........”

The corners of Mei San's mouth twitched, how can I say that I didn't tip when I helped clean up the yard last time, and I haven't tipped all the time.

Who is our Mei San, we are the little lady of the richest family in the county and the follower of the county Huamei Yiqi, those scholars, who don't want to stammer themselves, completely ignore their own existence when they hear this, it is simply unreasonable.

This year's Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting is hosted by the Risheng Teahouse, and Mei Yiqi, as the little lady of the richest family in the county, is naturally assigned to the best elegant room on the second floor.

"I heard that this new tea set and chair are designed by Brother Wen Shi?" Mei Yiqi asked Wen who squinted over there and pretended to sleep.

Wen didn't pay attention to Mei Yiqi at all, the angry Mei Yiqi's pretty face was white and red, red and black, and the two tender white hands were about to twist the silk handkerchief.

Now that he has the kung fu to take care of Mei Yiqi, Wen is eavesdropping on the chatter of the sergeants in the hall downstairs.

I heard a scholar say: "This year's Mid-Autumn Festival is the highest level of poetry in my Yanshen County in recent years. ”

"What Zhang Caizi said is extremely true."

"This masterpiece must be made by a great talent like Zhang Caizi."

Wen's eyebrows are about to jump, this is really a person who has a butt slap in any era.

"Such a prosperous literary style, but there are also shortcomings." A brocade-clothed scholar lamented.

Wen secretly thought that this is amazing, and the way to attract attention is to find a pump like this.

"Wang Caizi, what do you mean by this?" There are obvious dissatisfactions.

"Although Wang is not talented, he participates in the poetry meeting with Yan Shen and the three evils, I think this is an insult to all of us." Wang Caizi saluted all around.

Wen Zheng listened to the excitement, who is this, there are still three evils, you have to know it.

"Oh, who are the three evils in Wang Caizi's mouth?" A scholar asked.

"This brother, you don't know this, I heard that this person has been a prostitute, a cook, and a splash." A person with insider knowledge began to break the news.

"Such a person can also come to participate in the poetry meeting, this is completely discrediting our Yan Shen Poetry Society, and we must be driven away."

"Yes, I'm ashamed to participate in the poetry meeting together, and I must drive away."

"It must be driven away."

The crowd chimed in.

was listening to the excitement, when he heard Wang Caizi shouting: "Where is the smell?" ”

Almost startled the smell out of the chair, what the hell, what do you want me to do so loudly.

"It's useless to smell you dodging."

I can't sit still when I hear this, someone is shouting, and I must know it for a while.

"Boy, what are you doing calling Grandpa?" Wen stood on the second floor and looked downstairs, and Mei Yiqi, who was angry next to her, also stood up.

"Full of foul language, we are here for the Poetry Club, what are you doing as a cook." Wang Caizi shouted.

Wen turned from the second floor to the first floor, stood beside Wang Caizi, stared at him for a long time, and then said: "If you come, I won't come, what is the reason." ”

"We are a poetry meeting place for talented and beautiful people, is it suitable for you to be a chef here." Wang Caizi despised the Tao.

"Oh? Only a talented man can stand here, how can you prove that you are a talented man and write a poem in public? Wen Rundu said.

Wang Caizi smiled proudly: "Of course you can, just open your mouth and come, you listen carefully." A goose in the sky, a fish in the water, a swan eats fish, and a cook pretends to be a talent. ”

The audience praised in unison.

"Well done."

"Excellent."

"Good poetry."

The shouts of the crowd were immediately heard.

After finishing the poem, Wang Caizi glanced at it with contempt, such a cook dared to open a academy, and what was even more hateful was that he still wanted to occupy the little lady of Huamei in the county.

I was very surprised to hear this poem, this is not a corrupt official's ya, and he couldn't make such a strange poem, so he hurriedly bent down and asked, "Brother Wang, is there an official in the family?" ”

Wang Caizi saw the flattery and said disdainfully: "No, how can there be?" ”

"Then Brother Wang has a friend who is an official?"

"What if you don't?" Wang Caizi said proudly.

Wen straightened up and said, "Then I'm strange, where did you get the confidence to drag like this." ”

"Because of my talent, if you have the ability, you can also write a poem, and I will ........"

Before Wang Caizi finished speaking, he kicked him in the stomach when he heard it, Wang Caizi immediately snorted, his body bowed back quickly like a shrimp, and his body slammed into the wine table not far behind him, and the soup plates and delicacies were scattered all over the ground.

Wen casually picked up a plate of heroes on the table, and buttoned it down according to Wang Caizi's head, and the white radish core and cyan radish skin began to fly with red blood.

The blood seeped into the white radish core, and there was a strange pink color, and when you smell it, you can know that this cook's cooking skills are not qualified, how did he graduate.

Giving up this boring idea, Wen Qi stepped forward, and began to punch and kick, scolding while beating: "Follow me, I only wrote twenty words, and I dare to show off in front of me if I don't understand bullshit."

You know? Back then, Lao Tzu and I wrote 500,000 words in the essay alone, and there were as many as eight online articles from the palace, adding tens of millions of words, and you will fool me if you get these 20 words. ”

Everyone is directly stupid, this road is not right! The fight between literati is not all about you and me, I despise you, you pout, and then I tilt my head.

Why did this start fighting?

Zhang Caizi was the first to react, hurriedly came over to pull the rack, and yelled: "Stop." ”

Wen glanced back at Zhang Caizi: "Do you have an official in your family?" ”

The corners of Zhang Caizi's mouth twitched: "How about no?" ”

Wen continued to ask: "Does your friend have an official?" ”

"What if you don't?"

Wen wondered: "Then I'm very curious, your courage to shout." ”

"Of course, it is a righteous ........"

Zhang Caizi was about to speak righteously, when he saw a group of heroes gather towards the door in front of him, Zhang Caizi screamed and immediately fell to the ground. Wen rushed up and began to beat up.

Smelling this comfort in my heart, no wonder Tan Fengyi also likes to beat people, the feeling of beating a slut is cool.

Wait, are you a slut?

Throwing away this incredible thought, he said loudly: "Who else wants to shout to stop, there is still a plate of heroes here, I invite him to eat it for free." ”

The teahouse was suddenly quiet, and he clapped his hands with satisfaction, and left the Risheng teahouse in a chic manner.