"Knife knife sword, sword, gun, kill!" Cao Gongzi, known as the first son of Guangliang, just finished chanting a poem, and the whole Qihong Building erupted into a burst of fierce applause, as if he had heard a peerless poem. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Cao Gongzi's loyal fan sycophant, Li Wenjun is still the first person to comment on poetry, I saw him shake his head and repeat the whole poem, and then said three "good" in a row, "Well, Cao Gongzi's poem is extremely clever, the first three sentences use three different weapons, and the five consecutive kills in the back are more for the three weapons, which increases the endless murderous atmosphere, it is indeed a good poem, it is an excellent men's poem." ”

Scholar A echoed: "Yes, Cao Gongzi's poem is simple and unpretentious, and it is precisely the simple quality of the scholar in the next class that he says, excellent, excellent." ”

Scholar B shook his head for a long time before he could hold back the word "good".

Looking at the continuous echoing and praise of a group of scholars, Chen Fang finally understood why so many people don't like to read original jokes in the postmodern era, but like to read comments, which have much more connotation than those original jokes.

At the same time, he was faintly worried in his heart, with the special appreciation level of these scholars on the scene, maybe Li Taibai would lose. Is it possible that I should use such good sentences as "one, two, three, four, five, three, two, one"?

"Haha, Brother Cao Gaocai, that brother, I don't know if you come first or I come first." Young Master Qin downstairs arched his hand and said, looking at his relaxed appearance, it is not difficult to see that he has also made a masterpiece.

"It's better for Young Master Qin to come first, my son is at the bottom." Chen Fang, who had never recovered from the thunder of Gongzi Cao, naturally did not fight for the second and third, and directly gave the opportunity to Young Master Qin, who had already accumulated energy and was ready to show off at any time.

"Well, since Brother Tai is not ready, then I will come first."

As soon as these words came out, Chen Fang just wanted to take off a shoe and throw it towards Young Master Qin, where was he humbling? It is clear that he is inferior to them, and he has not thought of a poem until now.

Okay, though. If you really think about it, Chen Fang thinks that he really hasn't come up with a good poem.

So Chen put on his shoes melancholy, stretched out his evil hands and grabbed a handful of the high breasts of the two wine girls, and released a handful of melancholy.

However, this time, no one noticed his lewd movements, because everyone focused their minds on Young Master Qin.

Because when Cao Gongzi first thought about poetry, Young Master Qin also began to think about it, so he didn't walk a hundred steps to find inspiration like Cao Gongzi, but opened his mouth and said: "All men in the world have chickens, and no one knows how big chickens are big or small." As soon as the day dawns when you enter the cave room, you don't pay for the second visit to the (green) building. ”

"Good, good, good poetry." Suddenly, thunder sounded again, but Chen Fang had already taken the opportunity, and there was only one sentence of praise in his eyes when he looked at Young Master Qin--sure enough, he was so wet with one hand, so wet!

But what Chen Fang thought was that other scholars could not care about it, and they all applauded Young Master Qin, and carefully unraveled the whole poem.

"Good poetry, elegant in the vulgar, intentional in the elegant, full of wild attributes of men, elegant and vulgar appreciation, really good poetry."

"Yes, yes, I have already stiffened slightly to show respect."

“……”

Listening to the endless admiration upstairs and downstairs, Chen Fang was really happy for Young Master Qin, fortunately he traveled by himself, not him to the afterlife, otherwise he would have been sentenced to 357 years for spreading bad literary works in public.

At the suggestion of Young Master Qin, the discussion upstairs and downstairs gradually subsided, he looked up at Chen Fang, and said provocatively: "Brother Tai, Cao Gongzi and I have each written a poem, and everyone thinks that what we have done is not up or down, I don't know if you are ready, Brother Tai?" If not, we can wait a little longer. ”

Hearing this, Chen Fang rolled his eyes, at the beginning he still had a good impression of Young Master Qin, but then he realized that this guy was more annoying than the impatient Cao Gongzi.

"If it's about obscene poetry, it's really not as good as Young Master Qin, but since it's a fighting poem, even if you know that it's a loss, you have to try it hard." After that, Chen put up his clothes straightened, suddenly put away the loach fan, and said in a tragic tone: "Qinghai Changyun Dark Snow Mountain, the lonely city looks at Yumen Pass. The yellow sand wears gold armor in a hundred battles, and Loulan will not be returned if it is not deciphered. ”

As soon as this poem came out, the audience fell silent. Chen Fang stood for a while with a sad face, and when he saw that everyone did not react, he only said that he was not at the same level as others, shook his head and walked downstairs.

There is no way, since he lost, he is not embarrassed to stay here anymore.

However, when he was about to walk to the door, under the leadership of the Qihong Mansion, he didn't know which one was leading him, and he actually began to recite this poem in unison, and the momentum was vast, far comparable to Qin Cao and the others, but this reaction made Chen Fang stumble under his feet, and he almost didn't fall.

"It's a good sentence, 'Yellow sand wears gold armor in a hundred battles, and Loulan will never be returned if you don't decipher it.'" Brother Tai, I admire your high talent, and we are even more ashamed of your concern for the country and the people. For a while, the praise was endless.

Chen Fang stood dumbfounded, although he knew that poetry was good poetry, but he didn't expect it to be so touching to everyone?

How did he know that at this moment, far outside the Yumen Pass, many horse thieves and rogues were looting in the area of the Yumen Pass, and his poem just depicted that scene, how could these scholars who claimed to be worried about the world not be touched?

"Brother Tai, don't go, let's discuss the matter of throwing pen from Rong." The hot-blooded young man on the side grabbed Chen Fang.

"Alas, no, I'm powerless, and going to the battlefield will only become a drag, so it's okay if I don't go." Chen Fang shook his head with a snort.

"Brother, why don't we have a drink and communicate?" Another person grabbed Chen Fang, who was about to leave, Chen Fang waved his hand and said, "I can't drink enough, brother, please take care of yourself." ”

“……”

In the face of all kinds of enthusiastic invitations, Chen Xinli was very proud, but on the surface he was sympathetic to the heavenly man and refused.

"Brother Tai, since you don't want to stay, can you tell the surname Gao?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone realized that until this moment, everyone didn't know Chen Fang's real name, and they all stared at Chen Fang with eager eyes.

Chen Fang turned around and glanced at Young Master Qin, who had an iron blue face and a green face, opened the loach fan with a brush, and walked forward with a very pretentious look, and as he walked, he whispered his name with a pretended to be lonely.

"It's just a few words, the surname is Chen, and the single name is a word."

As a result, the exclamations in the Crimson Mansion were eight degrees higher, and it turned out that he was the author of "Zhi Wei Paid"!