was originally a tall poetry competition, but the two of them instantly lowered it to a slap in the face. The two of them held each other's poems, looking like if you don't return me, they will die together.

Qian hunchback turned the decree in his hand upside down, read the two sentences written on it, and immediately sneered: "Shili Street Pavilion sends friends away, and when you go, Meng Meng is full of farewell." How can you be shameless, Lotte's verses, if you add two words, it will become your dead fish's eye? ”

"You!" The man's eyes widened, and he was very angry, pointing at the money camel and scolding: "That's better than you." Everyone, give a review, look at what is written, even a seven-year-old child's limerick is not as good. Come, come, hear. When I see the sunset, it's like a farewell to an old friend. I watched the moon set, and tears stained my clothes. ”

"Tut-tut, what the hell is this?" The man threw the paper away. He still has to be cheeky, and if he still stays here, he will become a ridicule. Just after ridiculing the money camel, he said: "Staying with such a person is just a good thing." Go too! He threw up his sleeves and left angrily.

Qian Huozi looked around, saw those people looking at him strangely, and it was also a little ugly, and he looked behind the screen, feeling that there was no hope of seeing Miss Qianqian today, and he also left in a gloomy manner.

"It was a small episode just now, and Qianqian didn't know that such a situation would happen. Qianqian played the first tune to cheer you up, hoping that there would be a masterpiece. Also, is there anyone who can make this couplet? ”

"Haha. Miss Qianqian is really understanding. Wait for me some time, this couplet, since Miss Qianqian took it out, it must be a little difficult. A boy smiled and bowed.

Enough trouble is enough, and there are constantly poems and texts that are finished and presented behind the curtain. Yang Fan can be regarded as plagiarism to the end. I came with a handful of Nalan Rongruo's works. A total of eight lines are sprinkled: "If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind and sad fan." Waiting for idle changes but old people's hearts, but old people's hearts are changeable. Lishan said that it was half a night away, and the tears and rain did not complain. How is Bo Xing Jinyilang, who wishes on the same day. ”

For Nalan's poems, Yang Fan himself doesn't like them. I always feel that I lack the masculinity that a man should have, and I am a little charming. The rhetoric is gorgeous. The emotions are delicate, but it always reads like a woman, even like a resentful woman murmuring. Since this work is written for women. If Yang Fan wrote a poem about the vast country, it was a little out of place, so he moved this "ancient" work over.

Seeing that Yang Fan had finally started writing, the servants cheered up a little, and served with some courtesy. Yang Fan's pen walks the dragon and snake. Although he writes quickly, his penmanship is still thick and steady, without any frivolous penmanship.

Coherent.

A proclamation, full of writing. The eight-column verses are also considered to be the best in the middle. Especially the first two sentences. If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind and sad fan. It's a graceful sentence. On the signature, Yang Fan finally wrote the title and name, and handed it to the next person on the side.

The man's eyes swept and he almost burst out laughing. This writing really stinks enough. It seems that the poems are not much better. One after another, dozens of poems were handed to the curtain. In addition to being famous for singing and dancing, Qianqian is also a famous talented woman in Yangzhou, especially for her appreciation of poetry.

In the curtain, the woman's green veil covers her face. The slender hand flipped through the manuscript of the poem. Nodding his head from time to time, he divided the poem into two stacks without spending half a column of incense. There were only three in a stack, and the remaining dozens were all returned one by one.

The maid on one side stood next to her and said, "Miss." There are three more here. Who do you think is today's poet? ”

The woman shook her head, and her red lips bit back under the green gauze. "These two poems are also good, but they lack some spirituality after all." The maid pointed to another work. said: "Then why doesn't the young lady keep only one song, but leave three songs?" ”

The woman picked up the word that had been written a lot and said, "This poem is really well written." used several allusions to the oath of Emperor Tang Ming and Yang Yuhuan, as well as the final farewell. Spoken by a woman and listened to by a man. expressed the feelings of 'girlfriends'. I was a little sad to read it. ”

"Then what are you waiting for?"

The woman hesitated and said, "It's just that I really can't think of what kind of person can write such delicate and plump good words." This person is likely to be a woman, so she is a little hesitant. She picked up the word again and murmured: "If life is only as it was when I first saw it, what is the autumn wind and sad fan." That's a very well written word. But this word is not like that written by a woman. ”

"Does Miss suspect that this person copied or bought this poem ghostwritten by a woman?"

The woman nodded and said, "Huh? The name Yang Fan is familiar to students. I don't know where I've seen it. ”

"Ah, miss. Didn't Miss have a poem a few days ago, which was written by a Yang Fan? The maid asked. The woman was taken aback, "Could it be ...... Is it Ling Hebo? Impossible. She shook her head and said, "Lord Yang's style of words is bold, how can he write such graceful words." It must have been a duplicate name. ”

"Oh, miss. Wouldn't you know if you let that boy come up? ”

The woman nodded and said, "It's fine." This decisive poem deserves to be the best of today's poetry. That's him. The people outside who had been returned to their seats sat back in their seats, a little dejected. Only a personable rich boy in the front row, and a drinker sitting in the back, and no poems on the table on one side.

Of course, there is also a Yang Fan sitting in the corner, and there is no poetry manuscript in his hand.

The maid walked out from behind the screen, holding the rolled-up poem manuscript in her hand, and said: "Ladies and gentlemen, today's poet, Miss Qianqian has already made a candidate, and he is ......."

The personable boy smiled and bowed his hand to the people around him, and said, "Accept and concede." ”

The madman, who was sitting at the back, didn't seem to notice the man in front of him, raised his glass and walked towards the front.

"He's ...... Yang Fan, Yang Gongzi! ”

As soon as these words came out, the face of the boy in front of him, who was still giving his hands and humility, turned pale, and the drunkard slipped his footsteps and sat directly on the ground. This...... Can this be slapped in the face a little more thoroughly? Yang Fan, who was sitting in the corner, nodded at the subordinate standing on the side of the road.

"Childe, don't be impatient. When Shikui comes on stage, you have to go upstairs before you can go upstairs. ”

"Trouble Jean, I'm going to take the stage."

The subordinate looked around to see where the talent was, and he could get the appreciation of Miss Qianqian, and said to Yang Fan casually: "You wait, wait...... What the? You...... You...... You...... Going to the stage? ”

Yang Fan smiled without showing his teeth, and then said indifferently: "Yang Fan is under him." (To be continued.) )