The answer is about to come out, and the woman I saw on the street just now on a pony must be this person. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

As soon as this "kid" poem came out, the audience was shocked.

Qian Qianyi is a famous genius of the Qing Dynasty, and the poems he says are naturally not bad, snowflakes are like palms that are difficult to cover his eyes, and the wind is like a knife and constantly worried! Endless sorrow, endless momentum!

Although there are no people here who can stand up to turn this pockmarked face upside down, but there are many people who know poetry and can comment, this poem, regardless of spirit, rhyme, connotation, isn't it stronger than the one of the boy surnamed Liang?

"Good poetry! Good poetry! ”

Everyone on the side clapped their hands and applauded, one called the poem majestic, and the other praised this son for being able to turn the tide and save this poor Ziyun girl.

"You ......" Mazi gritted his teeth, but he was helpless, he said in advance today that it was a fighting poem, if his real skills were not as good as others, he could still rob him? I couldn't help but look at Zhao Youfeng, and the meaning in my eyes was obvious, this poem is really stronger than yours?

Zhao Youfeng has been very frustrated recently, he claims to be a social science talent, but recently he has been defeated again and again, compared with his own little poem, this kid just now recited this poem, it is indeed a superior judgment, which can't help but shake his head, indicating that he is also poor in donkey skills.

Mazi's face changed from the arrogance just now, shook his head with hatred, snorted coldly, and walked away.

The old bustard was a little painful and a little proud, but finally there was no cold scene today, and he had painstakingly arranged the big drama for so long, if he really came up with a pockmarked face and set off the scene, it would not be interesting, so he couldn't help but stiffen his chest: "This son is talented, but which son else comes up to challenge?" ”

This poem was written by a great man of later generations, who can beat the horse?

For a long time, no one came to the stage to challenge.

The old bustard was a little unable to stand: "Is there really no one to come up to challenge?" ”

There are less than 200 men in the audience, and they all look at the Ziyun girl like a mosquito seeing blood, why are they so calm?

The old bustard didn't understand poetry, so he couldn't help but feel angry in his heart, but at this time the Ziyun girl spoke: "Childe's poem, it is really sad, as if the person standing in the wind and snow sighing vividly shows it, the little woman has never heard such a good poem!" Childe is a great talent! ”

The old bustard woke up like a dream, it turned out that he really met a hard stubble today, and the people present were not that no one wanted to go on stage, but that no one took the stubble!

"Then please invite the son to the stage, today, tonight, I can have a drink and talk with Miss Ziyun."

There is no liveliness, many visitors are also feeling bored, and the living room is no longer as crowded as just now.

"Miss, how is this?"

The maid next to this "childe" was a little anxious, and she didn't choose what to say, the person had already gone a lot, and it was no longer so noisy, and the dog had sharp ears, so I heard it.

The dog smiled, the big guy didn't have a lively look at this time, but his own excitement came, the teacher's daughter came to the brothel to smash the field, and now she won the top spot in a daze, look at how you end!

Hmph, you can take out the poems you recite at will, you deserve it! Gou Yu thought of hatred in his heart.

The old bustard and the crowd that had not yet dispersed urged the young man to hurry up to the stage, but the young man was calm at this time, and his face was not much better than that of the maid: "Eh, this ...... There's something wrong with this, right!? ”

A half-grown girl came to the brothel to prostitute that amorous prostitute! This is a strange talk, besides, this half-grown girl is still the daughter of her teacher, Li Gouyu just wants to laugh now, it is really a big world, there are no surprises!

"Why is Childe there? Is the Ziyun girl who dislikes us not beautiful enough? ”

It stands to reason that people like Lao Bustard should be the best at distinguishing between men and women, but probably because there are many people, I didn't even see it, and Li Gouyu felt more and more funny.

"Dog, what have you been laughing at? Didn't you see that today's Oiran has fallen to his house? ”

The little fat man wondered.

"Brother Zhiyong, did I tell you that I have a mentor named Li Dayong, and he has an only daughter?"

Li Gouyu said with a smile.

"Yes, I said it, what kind of Xin'er is called." The little fat man said, only after a long time did he wake up like a dream, looking at the maid beside this woman with an impatient face, his face was flushed, this son is not like the suave man just now, is it difficult, is it difficult or a woman pretending to be a man?

"What? You mean......"

The little fat man came back to his senses and couldn't help but exclaim.

Li Gou smiled and said nothing, it can be regarded as a tacit acquiescence, this Nizi, who has been unchanging for thousands of years, is she still arrogant today? A woman looking for a prostitute, this thing!

"Why is Childe still where he is?" The old bustard sensed that something was wrong, and the people around this boy were a little sparse, why, why did this person look like a daughter? Are you wearing thin tea sticks on your earlobes?

Is it still a female bird?

In ancient times, most of the Qinglou and brothels would raise some turtles, thugs, etc., like these to make trouble, naturally there is no good end, the old bustard's face is pale, this can't help but be a little angry, this person, even teased his head!

"You kid, you got this big bargain, and you are still stunned here?" One man was also surprised.

Thinking that Ziyun girl is smart and clever, she has already seen the clues at this time, and she can't help but sweat for this "son", this person is old-fashioned and warm-hearted, and he was afraid that he just wanted to help himself, but now, how can he pass the old mother's level?

No matter how stupid the old bustard is, he can see it now, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he described it as the old lady next to Queen Huanzhu Gegli, hum, it seems that he wants to teach this girl a lesson.

"Someone......" The old bustard was furious, and shouted, but the son who won the leader was scared and cried, and the little maid next to him was also pear blossoms with rain, today, it seems that he is in trouble, and he knew that he would have to hold the young lady no matter what!

"Wait, I have something to say."

Li Gouyu waved his hand.

Anyway, this Li Lanxin is also the daughter of her mentor, if she is detained in the Qinglou, where will her teacher's face go? It's a slight punishment for dragging on for so long just now, and now it's time for me to do something.

"What's wrong? Is it possible that this son still has good words and sentences? The old bustard's face was already a little unkind at this time, and the subtlety of the poems was probably exhausted by this little girl dressed as a man, but the platform that he had worked so hard to manage for so long was also smashed by this person!

"Yes, the kid had a temporary idea, and when he thought of a song, he had to take it out and offer it ugly."

Li Gou has remained unchanged for 10,000 years.

Everyone here was shocked, but this son's poems have already exhausted the sorrows of the world, how can anyone stand out and come up with better poems than this one?

Miss Ziyun was also surprised, and everyone present looked at Li Gouyu in unison.

The little fat man was so nervous, it seems that he has not stopped following Li Gou, you are so full of words, if it is smashed, none of us will come up with this door today!

Li Gouyu, are you really a good poet is that cabbage, a handful of copper coins?

Li Gouyu smiled indifferently and slowly spoke, "What the contemptible people want to recite is a poem. ”

Li Gouyu said that he would recite this poem.

A trip to the mountain, a trip to the water, the body to the side of Yuguan, a thousand tent lights in the middle of the night. The wind is changing, the snow is changing, the dream of the broken hometown cannot be realized, and there is no sound in the old garden.

Baihualou for a long time, there is no sound, this word, is really the end of the world's coldness, the world's sorrow, is it really the son of the dozen years old in front of him?