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"You...... You ......" the subordinate slowly moved away, a little incredulous. Unexpectedly, this rotten straw bag turned out to be today's poet! Oh my God, what a ridiculous result. He simply couldn't accept this reality. Yang Fan slowly walked up to the attic. However, the most unacceptable thing is the two people who have just been proud, but they didn't expect their hopes to be disappointed and their faces were greatly damaged.

The boy looked at Yang Fan a little cruelly and snorted coldly.

"Childe, can you come in and talk about it?"

"Nature." Yang Fan bypassed the screen, stood by the curtain, looked inside, and couldn't see the woman's true face clearly.

"Childe is brilliant in writing, and his lyrics are even more skilled. The little woman admired it so much. ”

Yang Fan smiled and said, "How dare you, how dare you." He also copied this good poem casually, wanting to see the face of the first prostitute in Yangzhou. The common characteristic of men in the world is color. It's just that some people can cover it up well and restrain it, while some people can't control it, and that's the real pervert, the shameless.

"The little woman took the liberty of asking, are you Ling Hebo Yang Fan?"

Yang Fan, who was standing outside the curtain, raised his eyebrows, why, was he recognized so quickly? He forgot that the name he had just signed on that word was Yang Fan. Somewhat vaguely asked, "What do you say, girl?" ”

The woman frowned, "Look at the poem you made, Childe, the style of the words is graceful and delicate." If it is really Lord Yang¢, this person who can make an imperial ode should not write such a delicate and graceful style of words. So the little woman guessed that she had the same name as Ling Hebo. ”

Yang Fan then remembered that his ode to the emperor was already familiar to even the people in the south of the Yangtze River. Once this style of words is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. He is Nalan Xingde again, and he is Lao Mao. It's really inappropriate, so I laughed. said: "Miss Qianqian is really as delicate as silk. That's right, it's really not Ling Hebo in Xia. Yang Fan didn't say this against his heart at all, because he was already cut off.

The woman said: "Is this decisive poem really made by Yang Gongzi?" ”

Yang Fan smiled: "Indeed. Could it be that Miss Qianqian has also seen other people's lyrics? ”

A woman's voice immediately came from inside the curtain, "Childe is too worried." Qianqian just thought that such a delicate and slightly resentful boudoir lyrics were made by a woman, and then looked at the thick penmanship, not like a weak scholar. So I was curious, so I asked Childe to come and ask, and I didn't mean anything else. In terms of this word alone, it can definitely be regarded as today's poet! ”

In the last sentence, the woman deliberately raised her voice so that everyone present could hear it. Even more slap the man in gorgeous clothes and the drunkard in the face.

"Wait!"

"Wait!"

The man in gorgeous clothes and the drunkard finally couldn't hold their faces, got up and said, "Since it's a poet, I have to show it to everyone." Let's have a taste. ”

"I'm not convinced." The drunkard is outspoken, and he doesn't beat around the bush like a man in a gorgeous dress, and directly speaks his heart. In the midst of the curtain, the woman stood up. said: "In this case, I will read Yang Gongzi's work below, so that you can also taste it." ”

"If life is only as it first seems. What's the autumn wind sad painting fan. Waiting for idle changes but old people's hearts, but old people's hearts are changeable. Lishan language is half a night. Tears and rain rain bell will not complain in the end. How is Bo Xing Jinyilang, who wishes on the same day. "The woman has an excellent memory. I've just seen it once, and I'll never forget it. After chanting, he said, "What do you think?" ”

"I'm convinced." The drunkard turned and walked away. The atmospheric person, after losing, took it orally and left directly. Yang Fan nodded, and secretly said that Yangzhou is a strange talent, and there are still talented people.

"Is this word really written by this son? How does it sound like it was written by a woman? The man in the gorgeous dress sneered, "If it is written by Miss Qianqian, it will be written below." But if it was written by this brother, I don't believe it. He felt that such delicacy could not be written by a man.

Yang Fan smiled: "Why don't you believe it? ”

"Because Brother Tai is a man."

"Oh? Could it be that Brother Tai hasn't read Wen Tingyun and doesn't know Liu Yongliu's three braids? To write about a woman's state of mind, do you have to be a woman to write? Yang Fan said with a smile. Indeed, if you really let yourself compose lyrics, such delicate and graceful with resentment, you really can't do it. But this poem is really written by a man. Since he copied his words, it is necessary for Yang Fan to maintain the gender of Nalan sexuality.

"Huh. But in terms of this poem, it can indeed be called the poet of this time. It is better to be ashamed of yourself. But if someone plagiarizes other people's lyrics to win a poet, it will inevitably seem a little shameless. If Brother Tai wants to say that you filled in this word, can you make another one? ”

"It's ridiculous. Could it be that this brother said that if he didn't do it below, he didn't do it below? Even if you make another song in the next, Brother Tai said that it was not written in the next, so is it clear? What's more, what qualifications do you have to question below. Yang Fan drank a little wine, and he was also a little angry, and said wantonly.

"You!"

"Me." Yang Fan smiled, "How?" ”

"Shameless!" The man in the gorgeous dress shook his sleeves and turned his head sideways, looking at Yang Fan fiercely. A woman's voice came from behind, and said: "The poetry competition is just fun, Han Gongzi's poems, the little woman also admires them, if it weren't for Yang Gongzi's decisive words, this time the poetry is really yours." ”

The woman's words were extremely decent, and even the man surnamed Han was half angry when she heard it. "So, is there anyone else who can match this couplet, and if so, can come forward? If it is neat, the little woman can also sing and dance three songs for the couplet. ”

Yang Fan saw the pen that had been set up on the side, and said with a smile: "Since there is no one here who can match it, Han Gongzi seems to be a little unconvinced just now, and he will be ugly!" ”

He held his sleeve in his left hand and wrote in the air: "Ten years of cold windows, entering the ** family academy, abandoning the seven emotions and six desires, studying the five classics and four books hard, taking the exam three times and twice, I must be in it today." "At the end of the pen, it is already a dry pen, and the middle vertical of the Chinese character is like a withered vine, extending to the bottom.

"Good! That's right! The voice was sharpened, as if it had come straight out of his throat, followed by a round of applause.

Yang Fan followed the prestige, and the voice with a flattering taste in the shamelessness was not Ma Peiwen, who else. His pen was placed on the pen stand, and he arched his hand with a smile, and said, "I'm sorry, it's a little untidy, and I hope you will laugh." Although, if you look at it word by word, there are indeed some problems in some details, but such a long pair, the semantics can be smooth and coherent, not rigid, even if it is a good pair. (To be continued......)