"Ahh Yes! Yes! Although the three of Huang Yingying's words made Huang Ziqian's eyes twitch slightly, Huang Ziqian could understand.

"After all, he has been in the army, and he may ...... This poem will be a little more bold. Huang Ziqian also found a suitable reason for Huang Yingying for free.

"O sea! You're all water! "Son, what's wrong with you?

"Horses! You're four-legged! "Son, are you kidding me? I've got all the appetizers ready, and you're showing me this?

"Beauty! You're so beautiful! Su Yu saw that the chopsticks in Huang Ziqian's hand had now begun to slowly deform, and without any sound, the chopsticks in Huang Ziqian's hand turned into powder.

"Below the nose is the mouth!" Huang Ziqian's anger is full, and he can release his ultimate move at any time.

……

"Dad, how is my poem?" Huang Yingying felt good about himself and squeezed his eyes at his father.

"It's not hard to stay at home! The family is unfortunate! Huang Ziqian's sudden roar made everyone present think that Huang Ziqian was suffering from some disease.

Huang Yingying, who cared about his father, quickly came to Huang Ziqian's side after seeing his father's strange behavior.

"Dad, are you alright?" When Fang Tang saw it, he covered his forehead with his left hand and sighed mournfully.

"The little white rabbit has thrown himself into the net." Under Huang Yingying's terrible scream, Fang Tang covered his ears with one hand and motioned for Xiao Er to come over with the other.

"Hurry up and prepare a pen, ink, paper, and inkstone for me." Huang Yingying's voice was too loud, causing the shopkeeper to not understand what Fang Tang was talking about.

"Guest officer, do you want a whole fish feast?"

……

The boat of friendship is capsized.

After talking and analogizing, Fang Tang finally got the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone he wanted.

"Isn't it just poetry? I'll do it for him! Fang Tang endured the noise in his ears, his hand raised and fell, no, he finished copying a poem like a dragon flying and a phoenix dancing.

……

"Well, I haven't copied homework for a long time, and my speed has dropped a bit."

"Daddy! Spare me! Huang Yingying begged for mercy and woke up Fang Tang, who was still there lamenting the drop in his hand speed.

"General Huang, wait! The poem that Ling Gongzi wrote just now is actually here! Dafang Tang had the courage to stop Huang Ziqian, who was about to smoke Huang Hero, at this time.

"Boy, what are you talking about" Fang Tang's words worked, only to see that he stopped and continued to smoke yellow heroes.

After packing up his clothes a little, Huang Ziqian came to Fang Tang's side with a curse in his mouth.

"What did this kid write?" Huang Ziqian, who was not very literate, kicked the tiger's eyes and glanced at Fang Tang fiercely.

"Boy, you didn't lie to me, did you?" Facing Huang Ziqian, who also had the spirit of Wang Ba, Fang Tang swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty.

"Of course it was written by Ling Gongzi, if you don't believe it, you can ask your son." After hearing Fang Tang's words, Huang Ziqian had a trace of suspicion.

"This kid can't even write his own name, how can he make poetry?" Huang Ziqian, who had been crawling in the court for a long time, understood in the blink of an eye that Fang Tang was looking for himself to go down the stairs.

"Sure enough, it's the handwriting of the rabbit cub, the old man doesn't know how to read, eldest niece, you can help me take a look." Huang Ziqian's high-sounding words made everyone present take a breath of cold air in unison.

"How do you know your son's handwriting if you don't know how to read? Old general, don't you rely on the old and sell the old, okay? ”

Su Yu, who heard the flaw, also smiled, and Su Yu slowly walked to Fang Tang's side with broken steps.

Su Yu originally planned to praise a few words after watching the poems, but as a talented woman in Youzhou, I am afraid that not many people will doubt the quality of the poems written by Huang Yingying.

But Su Yu didn't expect that after seeing the poem for the first time, he fell into it deeply and couldn't extricate himself.

"Big niece...... How's my son's poem? Seeing that Su Yu was silent for a long time, Huang Yingying beside him asked anxiously.

"Good poetry! Good poetry! After Su Yu said this, his eyes stared at Fang Tang.

She couldn't believe how the young man with the strange headdress in front of her could have composed such a poem.

Such a famous person, why haven't I heard his name in Youzhou?

"Let the kid see." Li Zheng also had a trace of anxiety in his heart at this time, Su Yu's shocked expression didn't look like a fake, could it be that this person really made a shocking poem.

"Boy, learn more from my son in the future." After hearing Su Yu's evaluation, Huang Ziqian felt excited.

Li Zheng didn't have time to deal with Huang Ziqian's cynicism, and all his attention was now on "the poem written by Huang Yingying." ”

……

"The boy is ashamed of himself." After reading Fang Tang's poem, he said in a depressed tone.

Compared to the poem in front of me, my own poem is not called a poem, it is now just a few rhyming sentences.

Writing poetry requires the writer to have a wide range of experience and knowledge, and not only these, but the birth of a poem may go through countless days and nights.

But Li Zheng couldn't believe what was in front of him, how could the person in front of him make such a majestic poem in such a short period of time.

"The kid threw in the towel." Li Zheng saluted Huang Ziqian and said, and when he was done, he also bowed to Fang Tang, which meant that he had completely lost to Fang Tang in composing poetry.

After the guests in the restaurant saw Li Zheng admitting defeat, their hearts were full of curiosity, and they wanted to see what kind of poetry could make Li Zheng admit defeat willingly.

It's just that the hob meat Huang Ziqian next to Li Zheng made them temporarily dispel this idea.

After seeing Huang Ziqian, who kept showing off in place, Su Yu said to Huang Ziqian respectfully.

"The dinner party has been prepared, please Uncle Huang move."

Huang Ziqian didn't continue to show off after listening to Su Yu's words, and the old fritter also knew that everything had a degree.

Huang Ziqian, who was in a happy mood, slapped his son on the head again.

"Son, you did a good job this time, you didn't embarrass the old man, continue to maintain it in the future!" Huang Yingying, who was slapped inexplicably, also grinned and agreed.

"Dad, don't worry, I'll write you a poem every day after that!"

Huang Ziqian thought that he would have to listen to "the sea is full of water, and the horse has four legs." He slapped Huang Yingxing's head again without saying anything.

"What did you just say, boy? Mrs. Feng didn't hear clearly. ”

Huang Yingying was about to say it again after hearing that his father didn't hear clearly, but at this time, Huang Ziqian interrupted him.

"Dad, I said I would ...... in the future"

"Your kid behaved well, and after leaving, the old man will go to the Assassin's Mansion for a banquet." Saying that, Huang Ziqian left here with Fang Tang.

After seeing Huang Ziqian and his party leaving, everyone quickly picked up the poem written by Fang Tang just now and watched it.

But at this look, they were all shocked!

"The scenery of the northern country, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow."

"Looking inside and outside the Great Wall, only reckless."

"Up and down the river, suddenly lost and surging!"

Fang Tang was in a hurry just now, and the first poem that appeared in his mind was Qinyuan Spring Snow.

Fang Tang didn't believe that such a majestic poem could not compare to a poem similar to a limerick poem by you Li Zheng?

……

"I cherish the Qin Emperor and the Han Dynasty, and I lose a little bit of literature."

"Tang Zong and Song Zu, slightly coquettish"

"A generation of Tianjiao, Genghis Khan, only bends the bow and shoots the eagle eagle!"

"Go to the past, count the romantic characters, and look at the present!"

"It's a good one, and it's up to now!" After reading this poem, the guests in the restaurant felt that their blood was surging, and there were countless strengths in their bodies!

"This poem should not be extinguished in Youzhou, we should let all the talents in the world see this poem!" After someone proposed, the guests in the restaurant moved one after another.

A moment later, the news from a Youzhou shocked the entire Tang Dynasty.

"I heard that a poem came out of Youzhou, I wonder if you have read it?"

"Look, I heard that it was made by Huang Yingxing!"

"What, a street fighter? Did he really change his mind? ”

"Huang Yingying suddenly knows how to compose poetry, you know?"

"Huang Yingying has become a poet immortal, do you know?"

"I heard that after Huang Yingxing's head was smashed, he suddenly knew how to compose poetry!"

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