"Since Miss Lihua spoke, my son will naturally give you face, let's not mention this matter for the time being, let's get to the point quickly, today it is said that the martial arts fight will not succeed in the Wendou, and Wang Yan will be convinced." Gao Ajunfeng said.

"Humph!" Wang Yan didn't speak, but snorted heavily, very disdainful.

Seeing that the two were no longer entangled, the woman in black hurriedly said: "Thank you to the two sons for selling their concubines and saving face, so that they can temporarily put aside their prejudices." Later, the concubine will play another song in return. ”

"Good!" Everyone cheered, and it was a great joy to be able to enjoy the beautiful sound of the woman in black again. You must know that this woman in black has only appeared once since the beginning of the third day, and she plays a tune every time, which shows that this opportunity to listen to one more song is very rare.

"Okay, this son will come first, this son will come first!" When the sound of everyone's cheers dropped slightly, Gao Ah Junfeng shouted impatiently.

Everyone quieted down, and the woman in black looked in the direction of Gao A Junfeng and said, "There is a loving Gao Ah Gongzi!" ”

Gao Ah Junfeng coughed loudly a few times, adjusted his breath, and then sang loudly: "Black gauze and jade face, reflecting each other." Thin eyebrows and beautiful eyes, picturesque and rolled. Soft hand, gently twist slowly. The sound is like a clear spring, and the dingdong is crisp. Sinking fish and geese, shy flowers and closing the moon. Mulan hides her face in shame, and Feiyan throws herself into the lake! ”

After Gao A Junfeng finished reciting, his two followers, Hu Jun and Wang Meng, immediately clapped their hands. The crowd downstairs also cheered, after all, Gao Ajunfeng is Gao Anaqiu's son, where is his identity and status, even if he lets out a stinky fart, there are many people who shout incense.

"Poof", Wang Yan squirted out a mouthful of tea, coughed vigorously, and his handsome face turned red.

"Is this also called poetry?" Listening to the cheers downstairs and Gao Ajunfeng's smug laughter, Wang Yanda was disdainful.

"Ah Gongzi Gao has won the award, where can the little woman compare to Zhao Feiyan?" The woman in black smiled and said, "I wonder if there is any other son who is willing to give a masterpiece?" ”

"I'm coming, I'm coming!"

……

Next, one after another, people began to chant poems on the spot, but for some reason, the quality of the poems was unsatisfactory, compared to Gao A Junfeng was also between the best, and some were even worse, only to hear Wang Yan scratching his ears and cheeks, wanting to vomit. It's a pity that Wang Yan is not good at this way, and he can't if he wants to vent his evil anger.

Poetry was really not good in the Northern and Southern Dynasties, especially in the north, there was almost no development, but you can know a thing or two by looking at the famous poets in history. This is mainly due to the wars in the north, the fierce integration of ethnic groups, and the dominance of ethnic minorities, which suppressed the development of Khan culture to a certain extent.

"Brother Wang, please take a look." Watching Wang Yan depressedly pouring tea one bite at a time, he couldn't help but laugh, and dipped his hand in the tea to write a line on the table.

Wang Yanzheng was surprised, and when he read what he wrote, his eyes suddenly became bright, and his face was red, as if he had been beaten with chicken blood.

"Everyone, please listen to this child's work!" Wang Yan learned from Gao A Junfeng's appearance, coughed a few times, made a full gesture, and under the repeated urging of the guests downstairs, he said loudly: "Caixia shines on the window, and there is a man in the house." ”

"What is this? Can it also be called poetry? I'm laughing to death! Gao A Junfeng sarcastically laughed at Wang Yan while laughing wildly, his two loyal followers were naturally not far behind, and they were in line.

The guests downstairs were not so arrogant, but they were not optimistic about Wang Yan, after all, they were all frequent visitors here, and they still had some understanding of Wang Yan's ability. Wang Yanren is smart, but he is not good at composing poetry, as for Gao A Junfeng, not to mention, the most headache for Mr. in the school is him, he can't compose poetry, and it is difficult for him to recite an article.

Wang Yanhun ignored Gao Ajunfeng's laughter, and sang to himself: "The body is about eight feet." ”

When this sentence came out, Gao A Junfeng smiled even more cheerfully, and even the woman in black frowned slightly.

"Horizontal volume." Wang Yan's voice rose suddenly.

Except for Gao Ajunfeng's laughter, the other voices of the entire Drunken Moon Building suddenly disappeared. Gao Ajunfeng was puzzled, when he heard Hu Jun stop him: "Childe, don't laugh." ”

"What's wrong?" Gao Ajunfeng asked in surprise.

The entire Drunken Moon Tower fell silent at once, looking very weird, but it was like the eve of a storm.

"Wang Yan, you bastard! How dare you insult this son? ”

After a while, a terrible roar resounded throughout the Zuiyue Tower, which shook people's ears and bones, and their eyes were glazed.

"Gao Ah Junfeng, what are you talking nonsense? When did Ben Gongzi scold you? Wang Yan suddenly got up, stood at the door of the private room, and glared angrily in the direction of Gao Ajunfeng.

"You dare to sarcastically mock my son for being fat, you are looking for death!" Gao Ah Junfeng roared.

"Hey, did my son name him? Some people are so funny that they actually find their own scolding! Wang Yan sneered and said in a weird manner.

"You-" Gao Ah Junfeng was furious, knowing that Wang Yan was ridiculing him, but he was helpless. If he really wants to find trouble with Wang Yan, then he is sittingly looking for scolding, which is undoubtedly very embarrassing.

Seeing that Wang Yan and Gao A Junfeng did not deal with each other, Gao A Junfeng was pressed down, and he was furious, and the woman in black spoke: "Wang Gongzi, your poem is ingenious, but it doesn't show your talent!" I also hope that Wang Gongzi will present a masterpiece, so that the slave family can learn! ”

"Well, Miss, wait a minute." Wang Yan's face was bitter, he walked back to his seat, focused his eyes on happiness with anticipation, and said in a low voice: "Brother Xing, quickly help the foolish brother think of a way, this poetry foolish brother really can't come!" ”

"Brother Wang, Miss Lihua asked you to compose poems, how can you ask me to ghostwrite?" Happy to sit there and enjoy a leisurely cup of tea.

"Oh, Brother Xing, for the sake of us having drunk wine at one table, you can help me!"

"No, be honest."

"Y-you really don't help?"

"No."

"Brother Xing, you can do Brother Fool a favor!" Wang Yan gently put his hands on his happy shoulders, gently leaned on his arms, and said in a snorting voice, his eyes resentful as if he could open the stone.

"Poof", my heart jumped with joy, and there was no tea left in my mouth, all of which was sprinkled on Wang Yan.

"I hate it, it makes people so hot!" Wang Yan lightly hammered his happy chest, rolled his eyes, and said in a loud voice.

Happy intuition felt that the hairs all over his body suddenly rose in an instant, and a bad chill arose in his heart, which instantly hit his whole body, making him a little creepy.

happily put down the teacup, suddenly pushed Wang Yan away, jumped up and begged for mercy: "Brother Wang, I'll help you, don't do this again!" ”

"Humph! That's pretty much it! Wang Yan straightened his shirt and smiled happily.

"Wang Yan, are you empty in your stomach and have no poetry to sing? If this is the case, you will decisively admit defeat, and my son will have a lot of them, and I don't care about you! After waiting for a while, but not seeing Wang Yan say a word, Gao A Junfeng acted and squeezed.

"Fart! This son is only eight buckets tall, and he is rich and has five cars, how can you compare with this straw bag? Wang Yan refuted loudly.

"You-"

"Don't be impatient, don't be impatient, we all know how much ability Wang Yan has, and we will wait for him to be embarrassed." Gao A Junfeng was about to get angry, but Hu Jun stopped him again.

Gao A Junfeng is a fiery temper, usually arrogant and arrogant, relying on Lao Tzu's power, arrogant and domineering. Wang Lin was suppressed by his father in the court, and Wang Yan naturally did not give Gao A Junfeng a good face.

"Brother Xing, are you alright?" Wang Yan said that he was right, but he had no idea in his heart. He has only two sides to happiness, although it is familiar at first sight, and he also knows from the conversation that happiness is extraordinary, but he does not know about happiness's attainments in poetry. It's just that the few sentences that were sarcastic about Gao A Junfeng made him feel funny, and he didn't, so he pinned his hopes on Xing.

Happy and confident, he smiled confidently, and wrote quickly on the table again with his tea. Wang Yan read aloud while watching: "The clouds want to dress and the flowers want to look, and the spring breeze blows Revlon." If it weren't for the jade mountain, it would meet Yaotai under the moon. A branch of red dew condenses incense, **Wushan is in vain. By asking who in the Han Palace is like? Poor Feiyan leans on new makeup. Famous flowers love each other, and they look at it with a smile. Explain the infinite hatred of the spring breeze, and the agarwood pavilion leans on the railing in the north. ”

This poem was originally "Qingping Tune" written by Li Bai, which was used to praise Yang Guifei's beauty, but it was shamelessly stolen at this time.

After Wang Yan finished chanting, the hall was silent for a while. This time, it was because of the beauty and charm of the poem, especially the woman in black, a pair of dark eyes burst out with a group of fine light, and the corners of her eyebrows and eyes were full of shock and joy.

The woman in black was the first to sober up, and praised happily: "The prince is really hidden, there are such masterpieces, the slave family almost missed it!" ”

"Wang Yan, is this really what you did? How is it possible, quick to say, where did it come from? Gao A Junfeng heard it in his ears, which was extremely harsh, and he couldn't help but question.

"Fat people fart, it stinks! Gao A Junfeng, don't use the heart of your own villain to save the belly of other people's gentlemen! Wang Yan now feels quite face-saving, but he is also very shocked in his heart.

He is not a straw bag who does not learn and has no skills, although he is not good at writing poetry, it does not mean that he can't read it. Happy is only thirteen years old, but the poems he wrote have everyone's demeanor and extraordinary talent, and his attainments are not far from Xie Lingyun. This can't help but make Wang Yan admire happiness more and more, and at the same time secretly happy that he didn't make the wrong friends.