"Throw it away." Li Zaixing said lightly: "It's barely okay, right?" ”

Wei Yingwu almost spit out a mouthful of blood. It's barely okay, don't you see that Wang Zhun's face is already like a pig's liver? However, he is not a fuel-efficient lamp, seeing that Wang Zhun was deflated and couldn't touch Miss Miao'er, he was happy in his heart, and then he burned oil and gave Li Zaixing some eye medicine.

"It's a good result, of course, but it's also about the opponent. If it weren't for the fact that the opponent was too weak, Brother Li might not be so easy. Wei Yingwu smiled: "It's not interesting to throw a pot, let's go and chant poetry." Today, I congratulate the new science and technology jinshi, and it is really unreasonable not to chant two lines of poetry. ”

Li Zaixing's eyes rolled, and then he smiled: "I can't chant poetry, so don't force me." Throwing pots, I'm in the best hands, and it's really not interesting to have a suitable opponent, Wei Saburo, why don't we gamble? You're going to win, and the horse is yours. ”

Hearing the three words of Teller, Wei Yingwu was moved. However, he shivered again when he glanced at the pot full of arrows. He said that it was not difficult, but in his heart he knew that he would not be able to win against Li Zaixing at all. Li Zaixing's bet on Teller Bi is just a sweet bait, and I don't know what bad intentions he is hiding.

He is not a stupid thing like Wang Zhun, so he is not fooled.

"There is a chance to throw a pot, and it is not too late to do it next time." Wei Yingwu pulled Li Zaixing's arm: "Let's go, let's go to poetry, if you want to be famous in Chang'an, you can't just throw pots, you have to rely on literature." ”

Wang Zhun's face was red and white. Wei Yingwu's words poked into his heart one by one. He has obviously played at a super level, but Wei Yingwu said that his level is too weak. Poetry is endowed, he is as ignorant as Li Zaixing, Wei Yingwu is talking about Li Zaixing, but do you know that he is not talking about Wang Zhun? In fact, Wei Yingwu himself is a good thing, can he make poetry?

Wang Zhun was about to make a move, but Miss Miao'er tugged at his sleeve: "Thirteen Lang, it's okay to stop here." ”

Wang Zhun suddenly understood, if he lost, he had to learn to bark as a dog, and now it was a draw, Li Zaixing still had five arrows in his hand, and if he threw another arrow, he would be embarrassed. Thinking of this, he hurriedly covered his mouth, and turned his head casually, when he didn't hear Wei Yingwu pointing at Sang scolding Huai.

Li Zaixing raised his eyebrows slightly, a little displeased: "Wei Sanlang, the inch is long, the ruler is short, you can't chant poetry, and it's not an unsightly thing, why do you have to be strong?" I've said it all, I don't know poetry, I don't even understand what rhyme means, how to make poetry? ”

Seeing Li Zaixing arguing with today's protagonist Wei Yingwu, many guests came over. Du Fu was also on the side, but he didn't dare to come forward to help. When Li Zaixing and Wang Zhun threw the pot, he had already made poems, although he had been working on the manuscript for a long time, and he thought that the poems he had made were not bad, but the response was mediocre, and no one applauded or applauded. In this case, he didn't think he had the strength to stand up for Li Zaixing, so he could only watch with a guilty face as Li Zaixing was squeezed by Wei Yingwu.

Wei Yingwu invited Li Zaixing in just to make him lose face, how could he let him go because he thought he couldn't make a poem. He laughed: "Since Brother Li doesn't know rhyme, then we will open up to Brother Li, no matter what rhyme Brother Li has, as long as you can make a poem on the spot, Yuefu is okay, or poetry, there is no limit to five words and seven words, we will count you as passing." How is it? ”

Li Zaixing's eyes rolled and he breathed a sigh of relief. Lao Tzu just can't rhyme, if I don't force rhyme, I can still recite a poem randomly. Although I haven't read many books, I can still remember a poem or two. He was happy in his heart, but his face became more and more ugly: "I really won't do it, otherwise, I will still punish the bar." Just now I saw a lot of people who didn't write poems, and they were all punished for drinking. ”

While speaking, Li Zaixing went to get a wine glass, poured himself a glass of wine, raised it high, and said loudly: "Under Li Zaixing, I haven't read any books, I can't write poems, I can't write things, I sit with you Wenqu stars today, I don't dare to offer ugliness, I dare to use this wine to accompany you." ”

After speaking, he was about to drink, Wei Yingwu grabbed him, and said with a straight face: "That's not good, we all treat Brother Li lightly, we don't ask you to rhyme, Brother Li doesn't dare to make poems, it's a bit hypocritical." Wine is to be drunk, and this poem is to be done. Regardless of whether it is good or bad, even if Brother Li casually repeats a few nonsense, you will pass the test. That's not embarrassing for you, is it? If you still refuse to do it, then you will look down on me Wei Yingwu and all of you here. ”

Li Zaixing glanced at Wei Yingwu, leaned into his ear, and whispered, "Wei Sanlang, you made up your mind today to embarrass me, right?" ”

Wei Yingwu smirked: "Brother Li is serious, Brother Li is serious." ”

Li Zaixing sighed helplessly, put down the wine glass, and scratched his head: "Since Wei Sanlang is gracious, then I'll say a few words nonsense." By the way, wait until I'm done throwing the arrows. ”

Wei Yingwu said with a smile: "Hurry up, hurry up, we are all waiting for you to recite poetry." ”

Li Zaixing was not in a hurry, he picked up the arrow in his hand and threw it, and the arrow fell into the pot in response. Li Zaixing threw five arrows in one go, and the five arrows entered the pot like beads, and easily scored another 70 points. He shrugged his shoulders and said to Wang Zhun who was pale: "Thirteen Lang, how many dog barks should you learn?" ”

Wang Zhun was dumbfounded, he originally thought that Li Zaixing had forgotten about it, but he didn't think that Li Zaixing hadn't forgotten it at all, so he killed him and squeezed him directly into the corner, without even giving him a space to dodge.

Wei Yingwu was originally a little impatient, but when he heard this, he immediately raised his eyebrows, and urged Wang Zhun to shout quickly. Although everyone didn't dare to squeeze Wang Zhun like Wei Yingwu, they were not willing to come out to relieve Wang Zhun of the siege, and they all waited to see his jokes. Wang Zhun was forced to be helpless, glared at Li Zaixing viciously, blushed, opened his mouth, shouted seven times in a row, and then brushed his sleeves away.

Miss Miao'er was so frightened that she was about to get up to chase Wang Zhun, but Li Zaixing stopped her and smiled: "Little lady, don't forget to bet, please wait in the boudoir for a while, when it's over here, I'll go and talk to the little lady about wine." ”

Miss Miao'er glanced at him, and suddenly laughed: "Okay, if you want to lose the bet, I will wait for you in the room." After speaking, he bypassed Li Zaixing and hurriedly chased out. By the time she chased her to the door, Wang Zhun had already left in a huff.

Her sister Yang Lai'er took the time to rush over and said angrily: "Miao'er, how did you do it, why did you provoke this plague god." ”

Yang Miaoer pouted and said: "Sister, where do I make trouble, it is clear that the villager is not sensible, and he has to force Thirteen Lang to learn dog barking with Wei Sanlang." He didn't want to think about it, could he compare with Wei Sanlang, Thirteen Lang didn't dare to provoke Wei Sanlang, he wanted to pinch him to death like pinching an ant to death. ”

Yang Miaoer already knew what happened, and when she heard Yang Miaoer say this, she sank her face: "You still dare to talk back, didn't you propose to learn to bark a dog?" Okay now, if you get into trouble, I'll see what you do then. ”

When Yang Miao'er heard this, she immediately panicked, she took Yang Lai'er's arm and begged, "Sister, what should I do?" ”

Yang Lai'er frowned slightly, and thought for a while: "This young man came to my house and gambled with Wang Zhun again, I'm afraid he really likes you." You can be wronged, talk to him, and persuade him to hurry up, go out of the city before the night fastor, and hide for a few days, so as not to lose his life in vain, which is really a pity. ”

"You want me to accompany him?" Yang Miao'er stared at her, stomped her feet and said, "I'm not, his language is vulgar, his demeanor is Meng Dang, I haven't seen the world at first glance, so I don't talk to him." If you want to go, it's a big deal that I'll let my mother beat me. After speaking, without waiting for Yang Lai'er's persuasion, he turned around and left.

Yang Lai'er was so angry that her face turned pale, but she couldn't let it go, she bit her lip and thought about it, turned around and called a maid, and whispered a few words in a low voice. The maid nodded and hurried to Li Zaixing's seat.

After Wang Zhun and Yang Miaoer left the table one after another, Wei Yingwu, who was in a good mood, grabbed Li Zaixing again and couldn't wait for Li Zaixing to make poems. He made up his mind to let Li Zaixing fall off the handle and be laughed at. Just admits that he can't do any line of poetry, and asks him to chant a few words of bullshit poetry, and with evidence, it can be used as a talking point in the future, which can be regarded as a small breath of evil.

Li Zaixing knew that Wei Yingwu didn't have any good intentions, and he didn't plan to let Wei Yingwu go so easily. While racking his brains and thinking hard, he complained: "Wei Sanlang, you are making me ugly." I'm going to have a night talk with the little lady later, if I fall off this handle, won't I be laughed at by her? ”

Wei Yingwu's heart felt as if he had been pricked by a needle. Li Zaixing threw a pot to win Wang Zhun, and Wang Zhun's attempt to get involved with Yang Miaoer failed, which was originally a good thing, but how much better is Li Zaixing's rough billet than Wang Zhuneng? Thinking that he was going to go to Yang Miaoer's boudoir to talk later, he had to have some intimate contact with Yang Miaoer, and his heart felt like he had knocked over the five-flavor bottle, and he was unspeakably uncomfortable. At this moment, he wants to force Li Zaixing to recite poetry, so that he will lose face and leave a bad impression in Yang Miaoer's heart, so that he will not be so intimate when the time comes. It would be great if Yang Miaoer could get him out.

"There are beauties waiting for you, so Brother Li should hurry up." Wei Yingwu said with a smile: "Don't live up to the beauty." ”

"That's right, the Spring Festival is worth a thousand gold, I still finish the poem early and go to meet the beauty. It's rude to make a beauty wait too long. ”

"Exactly, exactly." Wei Yingwu forced a smile and was in a complicated mood. He wanted to see Li Zaixing's jokes, but he didn't want to watch Li Zaixing go to meet Yang Miaoer after reciting poems.

Li Zaixing coughed and forced a smile: "Then I'll groan." I said in advance that I wouldn't make poems, but I just said a few words randomly, and if there is anything inappropriate, please don't laugh. ”

"Just moan, no one will laugh at you." Wei Yingwu said excitedly: "Everyone, be quiet, Brother Li is going to recite poetry." ”

The crowd forced themselves to laugh. They have already seen that Wei Yingwu is not at ease, and he clearly wants to make this country boy make a fool of himself. Rhyme is the most basic requirement for making poetry, and people who don't even know how to rhyme can make poems, isn't this nonsense? This poem must be bullshit, full of mistakes, and generous. To put it mildly, this is a joke, Wei Yingwu invited him in just to make everyone happy.

Du Fu covered his face and couldn't bear to look at it anymore.

That Wang Shiyi Lang frowned slightly, and his eyes were full of sympathy. He wanted to step forward to stop him, but when he looked at Wei Yingwu, he didn't dare to come forward, so he could only sigh secretly

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