Although Li Qingzhao didn't hear what the "fan" in his mouth was, he still heard what he meant, and couldn't help but be a little surprised. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info A student like this who is only eight buckets high, even if he is not arrogant, he has to be awe-inspiring, this one doesn't seem to have anything to do with it......

He Yuan didn't know that his enthusiastic actions had a bad review from his idol. He was still very excited, and he had the posture of rushing over to sign an autograph, this time even Zhao Huan couldn't stand it, mainly because he looked at the old man Li Gefei's face was a little unsightly......

It's ugly!

Liang Yong and Song Song couldn't help but glance at each other, there was a trace of disdain in their eyes, even if they had a little talent, they couldn't hide the vulgarity in their bones. He felt it was time to put an end to the smugness of this smug guy!

He coughed dryly, stood up calmly, opened his arms, looked around, and saw that people were looking at him, so he had to look at He Yuan, who was still probing his brain, with a smile on his face.

"Today's Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Meeting, there is "Breaking the Array" in front of it, and "Partridge Day" in the back, which will surely become a great story in our Jinling, but the old man is very curious, if you compare these two poems, I don't know which is better or worse? He Gongzi has a lot of research on poetry theory, I don't know if he can analyze it for you? ”

As soon as he said this, everyone's eyes couldn't help but look at He Yuan, and they couldn't help but secretly compare the two poems in their hearts. Liang Yong's question seems peaceful, but in fact, his intentions are very sinister. If "Breaking the Array" is strong, it will not only become a madman who doesn't know what humility is, but also risk offending the transfer envoy, if he admits that he is not as good as "Partridge Day", it will be a slap in the face.

What's worse is that He Yuan's poem is not suitable for the taste of the Great Song Dynasty readers at all, don't look at everyone's excitement just now, it was shocked by his bold and depressed style of words, if you really want to take it out and taste it carefully with Li Qingzhao's "Partridge Heaven", many people can't help but draw a question mark in their hearts, is such a word a word?

The people present were all human spirits, where could they not hear the traps in this topic, and couldn't help but look at Liang Yong thoughtfully, especially Qiu Qianli and Seed Master Dao and others, they couldn't help frowning, but this topic was also within the scope of poetry exchange, but it was not good to forcibly divert the topic.

The county lord of Tianxiang couldn't help but lift his heart, forgetting the hatefulness of the thief in front of him, and was inexplicably worried. Li Qingzhao couldn't help frowning, and looked at Liang Yong with some unhappiness. This question is really a bit of a villain!

He Yuan was busy handing Sister Qingzhao a smile here, smiling so flatteringly, nodding like a shopkeeper, who would have thought that people would let the big beauty not look at it, and suddenly come to see him? He glared at Liang Yong with some annoyance, this old thing is trying to make trouble for himself today, do you really think you are a persimmon that is easy to pinch?

He smiled, stood up against the table, and looked at Liang Yong with a playful expression.

"Mr. Liang, do you want me to say that "Breaking the Array" is good, or do you want me to say "Partridge Heaven"? Do you think I'm a fool, or do you think everyone here is a fool and can't see your dirty thoughts? A lot of age, not to mention being kind to others, but also coming out to stir up the wind and rain, stirring up right and wrong, lest the world be chaotic, is it possible that your age is to live to a dog? ”

Liang Yong's face was pale, and he almost vomited blood, and a group of people in the hall couldn't help but be stunned, no one expected that this guy would directly lift the table in front of the prince, and if he didn't agree with him, he would directly lift the table, saying that a good gentleman is like jade, and what about the style of a good gentleman? Even Zhao Huan couldn't help but be stunned, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

Only the little star is about to pop up in the eyes of the county lord Ling'er, handsome! That's how it should be, that old guy who deliberately stirs up trouble is so hateful......

"Shaft—"

Liang Yong was so angry that he trembled, he was still proud of the soft knife he handed this time, and wanted to see He Yuan's jokes, but he didn't expect that people would not accept the invitation directly, and directly lifted the fig leaf on the surface.

"Shaft? You are an old and disrespectful old horseman, what qualifications do you have to scold me? The so-called respectful people, people always respect them, you are old, you don't know self-esteem and self-love, but you jump in front of the juniors to stir up right and wrong, the intentions are hateful, but you want others to respect you, how cheeky you are! What deserves respect is a person's conduct, not just a person's age. I really don't think there's anything respectable about a person of inferior quality like you! ”

"You-"

Liang staggered a few steps under his feet, and pointed at He Yuan with his trembling hand, not knowing where to start. In fact, this kind of thing is like this, you can't wipe your face, you don't lift the table, it's really difficult to do, if you really tear your face, it's really simple! He Yuan doesn't care what kind of gentlemanly style he has, his principle is that whoever dares to come up and slap himself in the face will slap him back!

Huang Si looked at Zhang San speechlessly.

"Why hasn't this guy grown, or is it the virtue of this street ruffian?"

"Why, could it be that the person you want us to follow in the future is a wreck who has been slapped in the face and has to be sent to his face with a smile?"

Zhang San hugged his arms and said coldly. Huang Si was suddenly silent, and looked at Liang Yong, who was so angry that he almost vomited blood, with a sympathetic expression, you dare to provoke such a person, are you afraid that you will not die of anger?

"What are you? Since you are trying to trick me, I will fulfill you, didn't you say that you want to know the difference between me and the words of Yi'an Jushi? Okay, then I'll tell you! ”

He chuckled and looked at Liang Yong with disdain. Could it be that his unlucky brother is so confused, this table is all up, why do you have to jump into someone's pit. Zhao Huan secretly dragged hard, but this guy lost his temper, and he couldn't hold it, so he had to cover his face and accept his fate. Seed Master Dao and Qiu Qianli couldn't help but sigh in their hearts, this little friend is too straightforward, even if he directly lifts the table and tears his face, he even jumps into other people's pits stupidly......

Only the county lord of Tianxiang, her eyes suddenly lit up, she was too familiar with this hateful thief, and knew that this guy would never be stupid enough to jump into the pit, so she must have a better way to deal with it.

"If you have to ask me about the difference between the words of Yi'an Jushi, I have a comparison here for you. The words of Yi'an Jushi, together with seventeen or eighteen girls, holding the red tooth board, why should the song be light blue and crimson, my words, must be Kansai Han, copper pipa, iron plate, singing bow like a thunderbolt. ”

As soon as this statement came out, the whole hospital was amazed! This analogy not only staggers the comparison between the superior and the inferior, but also aptly points out the different characteristics of the two. After he said this, I originally felt that "Breaking the Array" was not graceful, but I couldn't help but feel that the two lyrics were really Chunlan Qiuju, and each had its own victory!

Liang Yong heard this, and knew that he was completely planted this time, and he couldn't support it anymore, his body shook, and a fart sat on the ground, his face was as gray as ashes, and he couldn't speak. (To be continued.) (To be continued.) )