Eight old men are enough to make two tables of mahjong. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 In the cauldron in the info room, the mutton bone soup was boiled loudly, and Lin Lan and the nine people were brought to eat it with a slice of mutton.

Lin Lan saw the unkind look of the one-eyed dragon, and understood that Wang Yan obviously didn't tell him about his relationship with himself, and felt that he was on an equal footing with all the elders, and in this regard, he could only eat meat silently, so as not to be sprayed by the old men.

"Chen Zhice, the old man asked you to invite Mr. Qin, but he didn't say that he would bring this stinky boy as well, don't you think it's a bit inappropriate to let a junior sit on an equal footing in such an atmosphere?" Wang Yan glanced at Lin Lan, as if Lin Lan dared to break the relationship between the two and immediately killed him with his eyes.

Chen Zhice said with a smile: "Yan Gong just came to the academy, how can he not see the demons of our academy?" Master Qin, what about the poems made by Lin Lan today, show them to Gong Yan. ”

Wang Yan narrowed his eyes and sneered: "You are everywhere?" Is it that the academy is too idle this year, so that the money in the treasury will be wasted next year, and let Master Chen pay for it yourself. Obviously, Wang Yan was a little dissatisfied with Chen Zhice's self-talk in inviting Lin Lan over.

If Lin Lan had a bit of eyesight at this time, then he should just find an excuse to leave. There are steps under the stairs like this, and Lin Lan wants to watch Wang Yan and Chen Zhice pinch each other, and deliberately eat mutton in a muffled voice. looks like it's none of your business, you quarrel with you, I eat mine.

Wang Yan glanced at the song "The Song of the Great Beijing Stopper", frowned, and said, "Just give it back to a Jiashang?" Master Qin, is this old guy threatening you? ”

Qin Qing said with a smile: "Lin Lan's poems have always been good, this stopper, interpreted by General Chen, is also a good work, it is not too much to give a first, you can go home for the New Year." If it's a weekday, it's also the level of the first class. ”

Lin Lan ate happily, and several mountain chiefs also ate meat. For them, poetry is like playing the piano to the cow, no matter how good or bad he writes, they can't afford to offend each other on both sides, so they just take care of themselves and eat themselves.

Wang Yan twisted his beard, glanced at Lin Lan, and said: "The snow is full of bows and knives, after all, it is not like a spring breeze overnight, and there is a scene where thousands of trees and pear blossoms bloom." "The Song of the Great Beijing Stopper" is indeed wonderful, but when it is put in the north of the country, such a side poem is not pleasing. The thugs used it as a footwrap that was dirty. Such poems are like the meat cooked with precious spices, even if it is very delicious, in the eyes of the scholars, it is difficult to reach the elegant food. ”

Lin Lan shook his chopsticks and rolled his eyes, why should this family be embarrassed by their own family. What is the desire of the reader? It must be the official to the slaughter, and the bell rings and eats. Life can be put into Jinluan, and death can be justified. Those who put pen to paper and supervised the army wanted to make meritorious contributions and worship the generals, but the two paths were different.

Chen Zhice glanced at his mouth, he was born as a literati, but after the baptism of the battlefield, he had already taken off the taste of rotten Confucianism, and said with a smile: "Pity my northwest warrior Daxue is full of bow and knife, Wu Yue Erlang still laughs at Xiaoxue is difficult to cover the bow knife." ”

Compared with the two sentences "Suddenly like a night of spring breeze, thousands of trees and pear blossoms bloom", the momentum of the tail couplet of this plugged song was compared, which made Chen Zhice a little angry. However, his own poetry is overstretched, and it is difficult to write more magnificent poems than those two sentences in Wang Yan's mouth.

"Hey, Lin Lan. Is there still a ready-made poem? If you write well, the old man will write a poem preface for you, so that those ignorant people in the south and north of the Yangtze River will know how my soldiers in the north of Beijing guard the country. ”

Lin Lan looked embarrassed and said, "Do you really want me to do it?" ”

Chen Zhice sat down with a golden knife and said, "Of course, your poems have become pickled meat in Yan Gong's mouth, are you willing?" ”

Lin Lan wanted to say that the two poems that came out of Wang Yan's old thief were also written by himself. But seeing Wang Yan's cannibalistic eyes, it's better to think about it.

He whispered: "The Yellow River is far above the white clouds, a lonely city and ten thousand mountains. Why should Qiang Di complain about the willows, the spring breeze does not pass the jade gate. Which meat was also eaten, poems were also written, and the younger generation took their leave. From Wang Yan's face, Lin Lan came up with a faint killing intent.

A few old men sat by the pot in a daze, and were amazed by a song "Liangzhou Ci" to the point of being incomprehensible.

Chen Zhice stroked his beard in his hand, muttered something, and said: "Why should Qiang Di complain about the willows, the spring breeze does not pass the jade gate." Good! All right! This time, he admired Lin Lan from the bottom of his heart. This poem must have reached the mouth of the old pawn in the northwest, and it will also evoke some sorrow!

Wang Yan took a sip of mutton soup, gently blew off the white foam in the bowl, and muttered, "Is the stinky boy possessed by a ghost?" ”

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The lights of the smoke room were dim, Zhang Cang looked at the stacked splits, and took a sip of the tea in his hand: "What if you know people?" In the end, it was I, Zhang Cang, who was the first to kick the door! ”

His eyes were filled with fanaticism. When he wakes up tomorrow morning, he will be the brightest of all! He put the splitting piles into the wooden box, three years of hard work, if you can exchange it for the emperor's protégé, it is worth it!

He glanced around at the smoke room, and lay on the bed with a sigh of relief, not even taking off his clothes, so that tomorrow, he could stand in front of Wang Yan more quickly and call him a teacher.

He muttered feverishly, "It's all worth it." ”

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In the courtyard, the three people who were originally "fighting the landlord", when Lin Lan returned to join, became a "double buckle".

The transparency of the rice paper is too high, and the paper used to make playing cards is still the cardboard paper specially made by Lin Lan. In such a card game, in addition to Hou Haomiao's interest, Nian Fourteen, who focused on reading, and Pang Zongyao, who focused on eating, were not very interested. However, after playing a few games with a hard pull, even the usually meticulous Nian 14 felt that the performance appraisal was over, and he could indeed relax.

"Nineteen, you're a fucking genius! I've never played this thing before, it's funny. ”

"To two! Ya, who else! Who else! Pang Zongyao believed Lin Lan's nonsense, saying that it would be good luck to tie a rope on his head to draw cards, so he untied the belt of his trousers and tied it on his forehead, making a two-way appearance.

Nian 14 and Lin Lan are at home. Facing Pang Zongyao's pair of juniors, he also shook his head and pinned his hopes on Lin Lan.

Seeing Pang Zongyao's arrogance, the big man laughed at the old man: "Fourteen, today Lao Tzu must let you spit out the split cards you won!" It's been there! ”

Lin Lan smiled at the corner of her mouth and said, "Don't talk too much." Four nines, there is wood? ”

As soon as he saw Lin Lan suppressing his cards, Pang Zongyao immediately looked like a slack-free ball.

"I'm sorry, but I got to the top." Lin Lan spread his hands and said that he had finished playing the cards.

"Yes."

"Yes." Nian Fourteen said quietly.

Hou Haomiao glanced at Nian Rong's cards, and felt that at this time, he had to be detained by pressing a hand, so he decided to slow down a hand first, fight for a flat buckle, and said: "Let you out!" It can still shine! ”

Nian Fourteen was silent for a moment, and the cards in his hand were spread: "I'm sorry, Junzi." ”

"Wow! Old Seven, you dragon king magnify the water! ”

"I'll go, where would I have thought of such a big straight!"

Lin Lan smiled and said: "Double buckles, five splits per person, no arrears." ”

Pang Zongyao's gambling is still there, angry and angry, and crying after giving the split: "Nineteen, Ming'er can't find the split, I guess I can't survive this year, woo woo ......"

Lin Lan shuffled the cards, looked inconsequential, and said, "I invite you to watch the play tomorrow, I will definitely satisfy you!" ”

"I don't like to watch dramas! Lao Tzu wants to split! "The people in the courtyard have learned a bunch of mantras without learning from Lin Lan one by one......

Lin Lan looked calm and calm, and said with a smile: "A good show will set up a stage, and there will be card splitting." ”