Wei Wu laughed twice, and looked at Yan Wenhou with bad intentions, but saw that Yan Wenhou was wearing a white robe and a white face, and he had a little white face, so he opened his mouth and said, "The handsome boy accompanies me!" ”

As soon as this next link came out, the surrounding spectators laughed one after another, feeling that this little two is a master, and this sentence actually scolded Yan Wenhou as a prostitute who let others play with him.

On the guardrail on the second floor of the passenger ship, a handsome and beautiful boy heard this couplet, and the cherry smiled like the crescent moon in the first half of the moon. If Comrade Wei Wu saw it, he would be afraid again, this son turned out to be the little girl who wanted to kill him with three swords. At this moment, she couldn't help but cover her mouth and say to herself: "This Dengzi hooligan Xiaoer, I didn't expect that there was still a little talent, it was this next link, but it was obscene!" She secretly gave this little guy the name of "Dengzi Rogue Little Er", and she didn't realize it.

Yan Wenhou's white face immediately turned purple when he was scolded by this sentence, raised his eyebrows and snorted, and opened his mouth to say: "This little guy doesn't know the height of the sky, and he is like a monkey on the street!" ”

"Bai Gongzi is so clever and eloquent, but he actually makes the uncle comfortable!" Wei Wu didn't think about it at all, and opened his mouth to answer. This sentence is quite vague.

The little girl standing on the second floor blushed and snorted, "This little guy is getting more and more obscene." However, the pair is extremely smooth. ”

Wei Wuyang looked at Yan Wenhou with a red face and red ears proudly, and said with a smile: "Thick-skinned boy, I'm not bad, haha!" He scolded Yan Wenhou angrily, but it soothed the depression in his heart. Scratching, what kind of Jinling genius, what kind of literati scratcher, in front of my Fifth Brother Wei, aren't they all floating clouds!

The surrounding literati shook their heads secretly, this Yan Wenhou is also quite famous in Jinling, and many girls in the boudoir admire him, but they suffer a big loss to the pair in front of this strange little guy!

Yan Wenhou's face was black for a while and purple for a while, he was so angry that he had nothing to say, and he held it for a long time, but he gave a fierce "hum~", turned around and went straight to the cabin by himself, and the surrounding spectators saw that there was no excitement to see.

"Dare to ask this son's surname, where is the fairy town?" An old man in a green robe around fifty years old, with a long beard fluttering in the wind, a three-foot green front on his waist, a majestic instrument, and an extraordinary appearance.

"Haha, my name is Wei Wu! Jing Chu people! Wei Wu snorted, took out the shriveled dry food from his arms, and actually gnawed it up, this morning was really a little sad.

"Oh? It turned out to be Wei Gongzi! The old husband Li Qinglian is a person from Mianzhou, and now he sees Wei Gongzi who is knowledgeable, but he doesn't know where to learn from his family? Can you have a reputation? The old man took two steps closer, not thinking about Wei Wuyi's broken robe, but it was very different from the literati scratcher next to him.

"Fame, fame, I'm the Yellow Crane Tower of Ezhou - I'm about to take office - the second little guy is also!" Wei Wu had a shy old face, not ashamed.

"Haha, little brother Wei said it well, said it well, fame, fame, fame!" Li Qinglian grinned, but the corners of her eyes were quite gloomy.

"What? It turned out to be him! Thinking that he is talented and world-famous, how can he be interested in this shameless and obscene disciple Xiao Er? The girl upstairs muttered to herself and shook her head. She turned around and beckoned to the beautiful scholar beside her and said, "Xiaohuan, you go and ask Mr. Li to come up and say that I want to ask for an article." ”

"Yes, Miss!" This scholar has a crisp voice, but he is also dressed as a man.

"Little Brother Wei is really good at writing and ambition, and he doesn't care about fame and fortune! It's really much more chic and comfortable than the old man! Li Qinglian saw that Wei Wu didn't care at all when he talked about fame, and she was surprised in her heart, so she felt that this little er was by no means simple-I had never seen a little second who was so talented that he was angry, and he also scolded people without dirty words!

"Aha, Mr. Qinglian has won the award, he has won the award, my little ink, it can be compared to Zhuge Liang and Zhou Gongjin" Wei Wu's face has already reached its peak, and he doesn't mind bragging at this moment! "Ahem," Li Qinglian laughed a little embarrassed.

"Mr. Li, my son-in-law invites you to come to the building to recite poetry and discuss the right, and I want to learn from Mr. Wei Wu was about to tell Zeng Guofan and Jay Chou, but he saw a handsome scholar trotting over, bowing to Li Qinglian, and said respectfully.

"Huh? Who is your son-in-law? "Li Qinglian is such a witty character, at this moment, when she sees this scholar with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, but she is a woman, and she sees her knowledgeable appearance, she is quite curious about this "son", could it be the prince and grandson of which family?

"Little, Childe only asked me to say that his surname is Li." As soon as Xiaohuan stood in front of this world-moving figure, he was a little excited in his heart, and he almost said something wrong.

Li Qinglian gently stroked her beard, glanced at Wei Wu, and said with a smile: "Okay, since Gongzi Li invited, little brother Wei, why don't you go upstairs with me?" ”

"Hehe, someone invites you to eat, please drink, of course I'm going, didn't a great man say: Isn't it a bastard to take advantage of it!" Wei Wu shook his head and cited arguments.

"Ah, who is the great man who can say such words?" Li Qinglian was dumbfounded, and she was stammered by this sentence.

"Ah, haha, no, no, this sentence is a common saying in our hometown, we are in a small place in the countryside, Mr. Li, don't be weird, don't be weird." Wei Wu was also a little presumptuous in front of this old man who seemed to have a great reputation.

"But, Mr. Li, our son-in-law didn't say that he would invite this son-in-law to go up." Xiaohuan saw that this little guy who was full of nonsense was going to follow him upstairs, so he was anxious for a while, and hurriedly opened his mouth to stop him.

"Hmph, I, Li Qinglian, want to fight against this little brother's poetry, if your son-in-law doesn't want to invite him, then I'll stay here and accompany Little Brother Wei to talk a few words!" Li Qinglian raised her eyebrows, quite imposing, and snorted.

"Huan'er, invite Mr. Qinglian and this Wuwei brother to come up together." A clear voice came from the second floor, Wei Wu looked up, but saw that the second floor near the mast was a four-sided pavilion, and the lintel was hung high with light yarn, swaying in the wind, gorgeous and elegant.

Between this pavilion sits a beautiful nobleman, with a sandalwood carved bun pinned to the green silk, two pear blossoms embroidered in a beige robe, and a jade belt around the waist inlaid with gold edges, so luxurious!

"It's you, chick!" Wei Wu was stunned, and remembered the feeling of the sword blade on his neck, only to feel a slight chill in his neck, and a cold sweat broke out on his back.

"Humph! Xiaohuan didn't hurry up to bring Mr. Qinglian up! The chick snorted softly and didn't look away.

Wei Wu and the others followed the small ramp around the back of the deck to the pavilion, the girl who drew his sword against Wei Wu was respectful to Li Qinglian at this moment, and when he saw Li Qinglian going upstairs, he immediately stood up and said, "The little woman Li Muxin has seen Mr. Qinglian!" I have heard Mr. Qinglian's poetry and painting all over the world, and his swordsmanship is unparalleled, and I admire him in my heart. Li Qinglian is so famous in the Tang Dynasty, in front of Mr. Qinglian, she naturally doesn't dare to hide her surname anymore.

Tsk, this chick, she was so spicy in front of me last night, why is she so well-behaved when she sees Li Qinglian today? Obediently long, Lao Tzu understands, beating is kissing and scolding is love, and this little girl secretly promises Lao Tzu. Wei Wu secretly teased himself in his heart, thinking of Li Muxin's upright "chest muscles", he couldn't help but feel itchy and crispy in his heart, and a pair of thief eyes looked at the location of that pair of great shores.

Li Muxin glared at Wei Wu, but the root of her ears was slightly hot, and she said lightly: "When the little woman was in Jinling, she heard that Mr. mentioned a poem about Lushan, and she had a little experience in her heart, and she wanted to discuss it with Mr. ”

"The five old peaks in the southeast of Lushan Mountain, the blue sky cut out the golden hibiscus. The beautiful scenery of Jiujiang can be taken together, and I will nest clouds and pines here! ”

"The little woman listened to Mr. 's poem, but she wanted to travel the world to Kyushu, but she remembered the beautiful scenery of Lushan and was reluctant to leave, does Mr. think?" Li Muxin opened her mouth and whispered, this poem is lyrical with scenery, extraordinary momentum but slightly sad, under her voice like a yellow warbler out of the valley, it is elegant and quiet.

Li Qinglian smiled slightly, didn't say anything, and turned her head to look at Wei Wu.

"Haha, I said Mu Xin Meiniuer, I think what you said is right - but it's too superficial, too superficial!" Wei Wu shook his head and looked at Li Muxin who gritted his teeth with a hippie smile.

"Hmph, then tell me about the deep understanding of Mr. Qinglian's poem!" Li Muxin heard him actually call himself Muxin Meiniuer, and she was shy and annoyed in her heart.

Fifth Brother Wei glanced at Li Qinglian meaningfully, bared his teeth and grinned: "Mr. Qinglian's poem, I'm afraid it's not in the wilderness, but in the temple!" ”

As soon as these words came out, Li Qinglian's face changed slightly, nodded slightly, and said, "Little Brother Wei, please tell me carefully!" ”

"I think Mr. Li is self-healing five old peaks, willing to make this blue sky more beautiful, and Jiujiang I think is the intention of Kyushu, Mr. Li is full of talent, only willing to serve the imperial court, so self-healing five old peaks, but suffering from the country has no way to say 'I will be here Chaoyun Song', old man, what I said can be in line with what you thought at the time?" As soon as Wei Wu's words came out, not only Li Qinglian's face changed, but even Li Muxin, who was secretly scolding Wei Wudeng's disciple and stinky hooligan in her heart just now, was also stunned.

This little shopkeeper has such insight?

Li Qinglian smiled and said: "I really can't imagine that the little brother is so knowledgeable, and the old man admires it very much, I see that we are boating in the river, why don't we each write a poem?" ”

"Mr. Qinglian's order, the little girl doesn't dare to disobey!" Li Muxin secretly teased in her heart, this time I see that you, a small shopkeeper, will have a few lewd pairs, can you still propose a good poem?

Obediently long east, isn't this going for my life, let me be okay with a few pairs, these seven steps into a poem are simply embarrassing in Wei Wu's heart, nodding, playing haha, no response.

Li Muxin pondered for a while, but saw that this little guy really looked embarrassed, pursed her lips and smiled slightly: "Please Mr. Qinglian for guidance, the little girl will make an axe first!" ”

"The blue waves of spring water reflect the shadow of the ship, and the peony is Jiaoxing. The kingfisher cries softly in the clouds, and the warbler sings and sings the words of the swallow. ”

"Good poetry, good poetry!" Wei Wu slapped his face and shouted!

"Hmph, what's a good way?" Li Muxin only felt that the words and deeds of the person in front of her were disgusting, but she felt strange in her heart, and couldn't help but snort.

"The mountains are beautiful, the water is beautiful, the scenery is beautiful, the poetry is also beautiful, and it also praises the saints today. But—" Wei Wu's voice changed.

"But what?" Li Muxin's heart was slightly anxious, and she interrupted Wei Wu's voice and asked.

"But, Shimei, people are more beautiful, haha!" Wei Wu grinned with bared teeth.

"Little Brother Wei, don't laugh, how about I also compose a poem?" Li Qinglian smiled slightly, opened her mouth and said: "Mulan's sand tangzhou, Jin Xiaoyu sits at both ends." The immortals are waiting to take the yellow crane, and the river guests have no intention of following the white gull. The pen is shaking the five mountains, and the poem is laughing at Cangzhou. If fame and wealth are long, the Han River should also flow northwest. ”

This poem is the artistic conception that the wealth is not long, and the glory is no longer long, Li Qinglian's eyes are gloomy, and she turned her head to look at the long river.

"Wei Gongzi, where is your poem?" Li Muxin listened to Mr. Qinglian's poems, and secretly admired them in her heart, but she turned her head to look at Wei Wu and teased.