There was no sound around, and the talents were like petrified.

The two talented people around Tang An were already dumbfounded, and Li Qingfeng's two famous people naturally knew that they were ruthless people who had won the king of poetry from the Lushan Poetry Society, but they didn't expect that the famous and terrifying genius had something to do with the most inconspicuous little scholar in front of him.

What's even more surprising is that people deigned to take the initiative to say hello, but Tang An didn't take the other party in his eyes at all, and scolded him in front of so many people, just like a grandfather scolding his grandson. Just listening to that unbearable language, where does this guy use this place as a poetry club? It is clearly regarded as a vegetable market.

Shocked to shocked, the talents have to admire in their hearts: this little scholar is really too enjoyable!

The fat man's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said "inadvertently" to He Ling, who was looking at Tang An: "Even scolding people rhymes like this, it is worthy of being mixed with me." It seems that he has already understood everything I taught him back then..."

He Ling's eyes were bright, and he didn't hear the fat man's boasting at all. He muttered in his heart: "He treats his master so loyally, and he treats his enemies so daringly, how many people in the world are as affectionate as him?" ”

Li Qingfeng was like falling into an ice cellar, and he was scolded by a subordinate in front of everyone, and his face was like burnt red carbon. But with the aura of a "great talent", he naturally couldn't be as unscrupulous as Tang An, so he could only break his teeth and swallow it in his stomach.

"You... Very good! Hopefully, you'll make it to the next round, because by then, I'm going to make you lose ugly! ”

Tang An glanced at him disdainfully, and muttered: "If you can't scold, you know how to threaten others, you don't have any grace at all, and you're a great talent, I'm sorry!" ”

Wind... Demeanor? You gather the most vicious language in the whole world to scold me, and still talk to me about manners?

Li Qingfeng's head was dizzy, and he almost spurted out a mouthful of blood. His fingers trembled and pointed at Tang An, and he staggered a little to find his "Jasmine" table.

As soon as he sat down, he listened to the talented man beside him kindly remind: "Brother Li, this table is 'peony'..."

Seeing that the scene was out of control, Lan Haitang stepped forward and said: "Poetry will talk about Taoism, which is an elegant thing to cultivate sentiment. It is also fate that everyone gathers here, and please be strict with self-discipline, so as not to spoil this precious friendship. ”

After that, the beautiful eyes glanced at Tang An, as if to say, "You don't make trouble for me!" ”

After the little scholar scolded the big talent, the students were really much more honest, but the eyes that looked at Tang An were completely different. Wang Cheng and Lin Shuang at the "Mei" table treated Tang An with a faint sense of awe, and they no longer looked at their subordinates as if they were mocking. Just imagine, even Li Qingfeng dares to scold, what else does he dare not do?

Seeing that everyone was almost seated, Lan Haitang handed He Jinlu an inquiring look, saw the latter nodding and said, "Since all the talents are ready, then... The poetry meeting has officially begun! ”

The crowd watching the battle immediately cheered, and many of them were familiar with the sons of the people present, cheering for their friends. Among them, the most conspicuous is Su Meier, who wears flowers and branches.

Even if Su Mei'er, who was standing next to Wei Jianling, wore a veil, her bewitching figure, sexy outfit and talking eyes all made the surrounding talents fall into the mud. Such a flawless fairy is enough to make any proud man bow his head high. The talented people shook the folding fan with their waists straight, trying their best to show the chic appearance of a lupine scarf, while a pair of eyes glanced at the beauty who was the focus without exception.

Su Mei'er looked at Luo Dongchen who was not far from her at this time, her jade hand was very cute and opened next to her mouth, and she shouted loudly with her little feet: "Dongchen, you must win the championship!" ”

Like the moving voice of the yellow warbler out of the valley, Tang An straightened his mouth: The fox spirit is really a fox spirit, and it is called a small bed tune. It's only been a long time, and he has changed from "Luo Gongzi" to "Dongchen", a pair of shameless dog men and women!

Luo Dongchen greeted with a smile, looking calm and comfortable, with a romantic charm. The little lady around me was like a deer hitting her face with spring, and she couldn't wait to have a fire with this beautiful son immediately. When they saw that Luo Dongchen only smiled at Su Meier, the women were shocked in their hearts, and for a while, the scolding of "fox charmer" and "shameless" overflowed.

Not to be outdone, the fat man who came to He Ling's side with a dead skin and raised his voice and shouted: "Tang An Tang An, the third in the world!" Winning the poetry club, only I Tang An! ”

This fat man, it's very rhyming! But this is the third in the world... Wouldn't it be a little too modest?

"Tang An? I've never heard of it! ”

"Hmph, the third in the world, winning the poetry club, what a big breath!"

"That is, if you want to get the first prize, you asked me if Chen Zizi has it!"

"Shhhh Brother Chen, don't make a noise! That person is Tang An! ”

Everyone was angered by Cheng Caihe's words, and immediately looked around for the rumored "third in the world". Among them, there are many talented people who have heard of Tang An's name in the capital, and quietly give these big guys a little "hint".

The crowd followed the "hint" and found the boy with a crooked brown hat, but no one said a word.

Tang An waved everywhere with a humble face, and said with a somewhat wry smile: "I'm sorry, let everyone laugh." Next... It's Tang An. ”

really saw Tang An's true face of Lushan, but the talents lost their temper. Thinking about the scene where Tang An pointed his nose and scolded Li Qingfeng, everyone asked themselves that their psychological quality was not enough to resist those vicious words that emerged one after another.

Of course, the most pressure is still Wang Cheng and Lin Shuang, who are at the same table as Tang An. The two of them had long lost their original pride, Lin Shuang picked up the wine jug on the table, poured a glass of wine for each of the three, and said, "Brother Tang, dare to ask us what should we choose for the topic of this wine order?" ”

Tang An said: "Tang is soft-spoken, just to come over and have a good time." As for the choice of the topic, it is still up to the two to decide. ”

Wang Cheng breathed a sigh of relief. He was really afraid that according to Tang An's temperament, he would choose some meat jokes as the topic at random, wouldn't he laugh to death! After thinking about it, he said: "Since we have the fate to sit together and drink, we will use wine as the theme, do you think so?" ”

Lin Shuang laughed and said, "Yes, with wine as the theme, it should be the situation." ”

Tang An saw Lin Shuang's smile so proudly, and secretly said that this guy must have been prepared for a long time, and he worked the poems of wine. However, with his ability, he did not refuse, and said with a smile: "Okay, let's cook wine and talk about heroes." Who comes first? ”

"Since he proposed it first, then Wang Mou drank this glass of wine first." Wang Cheng drank all the wine in the cup and said, "The jade cup is full of elixir, and it will leave a fragrance in the throat." The wine passes through the intestines, and the aftertaste is fragrant. ”

"Good! With wine as the topic, the aftertaste is endless, Brother Wang is worthy of being a genius in Ganzhou! Lin Shuang picked up the wine glass and said: "In the next inheritance of Brother Wang's wine, there is also a small poem, please two of you to comment." ”

The wine in the cup raised his head and said: "Qingyun Bairi deer mountain top, the wine is a song between the clouds." Three cups into the stomach are heroic, half drunk and half awake and half immortal. ”

This poem is not simply about drinking, but a combination of fiction and reality, which is poetically better than Wang Cheng.