At this time, Zhang Hanyue is like a warrior who is about to die, although these are nonsense, but these are the essence of pickled girls summarized by predecessors! Modern girls can't resist it, where can a little ancient person of yours do it?

The more Zhang Han spoke, the more excited he became, the saliva flew everywhere, and the sky was dark.

As he spoke, Zhang Hanyue looked at the little beauty, only to see that her current state of the whole person was dizzy, and the soul of the whole person had long been unaware that Zhang Hanyue had flown to Java.

After a long period of hard struggle, Zhang Hanyue suddenly felt that something was wrong.

"...... here" Zhang Hanyue couldn't help frowning and looked around.

He suddenly felt that he couldn't cry or laugh, according to Zhang Hanyue's observation, what kind of ghost seminar is being held here, maybe Zhang Hanyue's affectionate confession just now was too loud, and now everyone is looking at Zhang Hanyue with angry faces, and even the little beauties on the side are implicated. Between her head bowed low, like a child who had done something wrong.

Between them, an old man with white hair looked at Zhang Hanyue and the two, coughed twice pretendedly, and said:

"Ahem, others don't know, don't you know? Azusa? The poetry club was originally a poetry meeting, and it was an artistic conception that was emphasized, but the two of them were so noisy, it was really swept away! If you don't have a little ink in your stomach, get out! As he spoke, the more the old man spoke, the more angry he became, and the anger was that his beard jumped up, and he was talking about this kind of person when he blew his beard and stared.

"Humph! You white-bearded old man, if you don't slap you in the face, you won't know how many eyes Lord Ma has! Zhang Hanyue secretly sneered.

But the little beauty on the side was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, and the sweat on her face was dripping down like golden beans, which made people want to caressed it in her arms.

Where does this Zirou know what poetry? To understand, you just know the surface of some fooling prostitutes,

"There are all masters here! I was supposed to sneak in and steal the teacher! What to do! ”

"Old man, you just spare us, I didn't mean it, okay?" Zi said softly with tears in her eyes.

"What's this?" The white-bearded old man's heart was secretly refreshed, and he pretended to be fair and made a selfless appearance and embarrassed by the old feelings.

"Zhente is an actor, this guy, I know she's not a good bird." Zhang Hanyue looked at the "performance" of the white-bearded old man on the stage and said.

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The white-bearded old man stared at Zirou with an obscene look, his eyes full of desire. He just wanted to make it difficult for this Zirou now, and then let her beg him.

"Then I can ...... Hey, hey, hey! The white-bearded old man thought in his heart.

Zhang Hanyue patted her gently on the back and said, "Don't be afraid of me!" ”

Zhang Hanyue thought about it for a while, and said in his heart: "I'm a dignified history college student, hum!" ”

At this time, an old man with a white beard walked out shaking his head, stroked his beard, and said:

"A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a blind date. Raise a glass to invite Mingyue, and the shadow becomes a trio. The moon does not drink, and the shadow disciples follow me. Temporarily accompanied by the moon will be shadowed, and the joy must be spring. I sing and wander, and I dance in a mess. When they wake up, they mingle together, and when they get drunk, they disperse. Eternal knot ruthless travel, phase Miao Yunhan. ”

As soon as the voice fell, the audience was in an uproar, and a scholar-like person was holding a bewitching woman who didn't know how many layers of foundation she had vomited on her face, holding a fan, shaking her head and walking out of the crowd, walking and looking at Zirou proudly, and her eyes instantly showed an obscene look. The scholar cleared his throat and said,

This poem was written by Li Bai, Li Baihuai gave up, his political ideals could not be realized, and his mood was lonely and depressed. But in the face of the dark reality, he did not sink, did not go along with the pollution, but pursued freedom and longed for light, this loneliness could not be discarded, so he took the bright moon as a bosom friend and invited each other to drink. At the same time, he also whimsically regarded his figure as a kind of affectionate and knowledgeable person, and invited him to drink together. On the surface, there is a bright moon and a shadow, as if he is not drinking alone, but the moon does not drink, and the shadow apprentice carries him, which highlights Li Bai's loneliness at that time. His poems are novel in conception, wonderful in imagination, and deep in emotion, which are unique and charming masterpieces in Li Bai's lyrical poems. It is very consistent with our theme today, which shows that Liu Lao's level is really unmatched! "Don't forget to pat the fart after that.

"Good! All right! Liu Lao can make such a masterpiece in this situation, it is really unbeatable! This is something that you great disrespectful people can match! I propose that they be thrown out at once to make an example! I saw a fat man who couldn't speak with a slow pace, holding a gold-inlaid fan in his hand, and a song of Li Bai's Climbing the Stork Bird Tower was written on it, and there was a typo.

Zhang Hanyue almost laughed out loud now, it was simply a joke.

The person who spoke was also a local wealthy businessman, and he was usually not a few, and now he also came to this kind of Fengyue place to be elegant.

"Yes! Oh, yes! ”

The wealthy businessmen on the side echoed one after another, Zhang Hanyue looked back, good guys, all of them are some strange-looking nouveau riche here, as well as silk merchants and grain merchants with fat brains. These people sitting here can simply be described as crooked melons and cracked dates.

And the woman with a face thicker than the city wall was writhing like a water snake in the scholar's arms.

At this time, Zirou was already dead.

At this time, I saw Dao Zhang Hanyue walking out unhurriedly.

"What bullshit, that's poetry? What can this kind of soft poetry do except increase decadence? Our country has become what it is because of people like you! Zhang Hanyue's voice was not loud, but everyone present heard Zhang Hanyue's voice.

"Wow!" The audience was in an uproar, it was like a drop of water dripping into boiling oil.

Suddenly, the whole venue began to whisper, some angry, some better, and the old man who wrote the poem just now was angry and his hair was white, his beard stood up, and his face was blue and he couldn't say a word.

And the old man who presided over was also startled, and secretly complained in his heart, if he lost his job and life for the sake of the last beauty, it would not be worth it. But at this point, he can only bite the bullet and continue to go up.

The whole venue exploded at any time, and the crowd was immediately excited.

"Get him out! Kick him out! No, no, no, report to the officer! Report to the official, arrest him on the boat! ”