Sure enough, after listening to Luo Dongchen's touching "prayer speech", many girls were dizzy and intoxicated, and they only hated that he didn't say it to themselves.

Some girls are even thinking that if Luo Gongzi can confess to himself like this, then... Xiangyun Inn should have an empty room tonight, right?

"If someone prayed for me like this, I would die immediately."

"Little Lolo, how can you say this to other women? I'm going to die of grief. ”

"I'm not alive anymore, he likes other women! Xiaocui, don't pull me, let me jump! ”

Looking at many beauties looking for death and life, I don't know what it's like to be a talented man. But forced by Luo Dongchen's strong aura and wonderful performance, it did make them full of sarcasm and sarcasm in their throats, and they couldn't say a word.

No wonder they are discouraged, compared with Luo Dongchen's methods, their performances are like local chickens and dogs, which is really not enough to watch. Many talented people shook their heads and sighed, afraid that they had lost the qualifications and confidence to pursue "Xiao Zhuge ".

Of course, Tang An is not one of them. The words of this little white-faced man like a dog made Tang Anqi's first Buddha born and two Buddhas ascended to heaven. Damn, who are you flirting with, actually molesting my future wife? It's okay for you to learn to flirt like those clowns who jump off the beam, but they are still flirting with such technical content, how can you make Lao Tzu embarrassed!

Prays? Ride your sister!

If you really let this kid compare, you will definitely not be able to catch up with the blue begonia; If he can't catch up with Lan Begonia, then he won't be able to become a son-in-law of Shangshu; If you don't become the son-in-law of Shangshu, not only will you be prosperous and rich, but you won't even have to drink the northwest wind! This surnamed Luo, does he want to kill Lao Tzu?

On the Star Picking Alley, under the influence of Luo Dongchen, the sound of boiling pursuit gradually became quieter, and only some people who were either thick-skinned enough or boasted of not losing to Luo Dongchen were still persistent, and they poured out their hearts and minds; The young ladies on one side are still crying and shouting for death and life, only hating Xiao Luoluo for being indifferent, and some even climb the railing and climb the treetops to force each other to death, and the contrast between the two sides is extremely obvious.

Luo Dongchen, who was at the core of public opinion, was unmoved, and took a deep look at the red lips under the window curtain, but saw that the red lips were still the same as before, and the people in the window seemed to be indifferent to what they had done.

Luo Dongchen's brows furrowed slightly, but he quickly stretched out, arched his hands, turned around and was about to leave, without any delay, as if he was indeed praying for the blessing.

Such an action, in the eyes of those infatuated girls, is a chic mess.

As soon as he left, Tang An was in a hurry.

Come elegantly, walk freely, leaving only unlimited space for reverie, know how to return if you want to refuse, you are a love saint! I want to think that when Lao Tzu picked up girls, the fragrant car, wine, light banknotes, and three sentences of flickering, no matter how loyal the beauty was, how could you be compared to a poor scholar!

His head turned sharply, and he secretly wondered what ancient women ate in the end: flowers? No! Snacks? Can't afford it! Lighting the lamp? That's plagiarism! Sword dance? No...

Time waits for no one, Lan Haitang's boat fang has no intention of staying, and still sails forward with the water waves. Luo Dongchen had already descended the stairs, his figure was gradually moving away, and there was not much time left for him.

Tang An's forehead was already overflowing with beads of sweat, but he had to decide his future fate in a moment, and he was afraid that whoever he was would feel a lot of pressure. It's really tiring to put an ancient sister!

Just when the crowd was about to leave with the boat, Tang An suddenly glanced at the restaurant next to him, and hung a pair of couplets on the left and right, the upper one was "Spoon Palm Five Lakes Cuisine", and the lower one was "Wine Dissolves the Four Seas".

Poem?

Tang An only felt that a flash of inspiration had flashed in his mind, and he finally knew how to suppress the surnamed Luo.

Tsai carefully went through the poems about pickled girls in his mind like a movie, and suddenly, Tang An opened his eyes, with a confident smile on the corner of his mouth, a chic wave of his long sleeves, and his eyes stared at the red lips exposed under the veil, and read aloud: "Vermilion lips are a touch of beauty." ”

A touch of red lips? The people closest to them muttered again, then looked at the red lips on the boat, and muttered, "It's so appropriate!" ”

Tang An's voice was loud enough, and the people around him could hear it clearly, and they couldn't help but stop, looking at the poor scholar at the ferry with some surprise, they couldn't imagine that such a poem came from the mouth of such an unremarkable young man.

But... Although the poems are good, there should always be a que! Many people can't help but wonder what this kid will say. Even Luo Dongchen, who had already walked down the stairs, couldn't help but stop, his face slightly stunned.

The night breeze blew Tang An's washed white clothes lightly, and his black hair flew, and there was a hint of dust.

Tang An put his hands behind his back, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but raise a smile, and just when the boat fang passed by him, he finally blurted out: "Begonia has no color!" ”

The red lips are a touch of beauty, and the begonias have no color!

"What a poem!"

The boy who knew the goods in the crowd muttered a few words, and couldn't help but look at the sloppy young man with admiration. This sentence is clearly written on the lips, and it should be appropriate for the situation. But in fact, just a touch of red lips in the last poem is already charming and moving, even if you have never seen this lip, it is enough to give people infinite reverie. How beautiful is it? How charming is it? It can be said that it has whetted people's appetite.

And the next sentence is the real finishing touch - begonias have no color. As we all know, begonias are the most delicate, and they also imply the name of blue begonias, a pun. Just a stroke of the corners of the lips, the begonias lose their color, what kind of thrilling beauty is that? Just the lips are still like this, how beautiful is that person?

One word writes lips, and one word alludes to people, which is really wonderful. Even these self-proclaimed talented sons couldn't help but nod their heads again and again, lamenting that they couldn't make such good sentences. The young ladies who cried, made trouble and hanged themselves also stopped crying, silently chattering on both sides, and when they looked at the little beggar again, their eyes were also brighter.

Compared with Luo Dongchen's hypocritical prayers, Tang An's poems are straightforward and unabashedly appreciated for beauty, which is both straightforward and happy, and is more in line with public opinion. There is no doubt that Tang Ansheng won this time.

"Look, Miss Lan is smiling!"

The boat is getting farther and farther away, but people can clearly see that the red lips are raised in a slight arc, and it is not difficult to imagine that the mysterious face behind the curtain must have been sprinkled with sunshine.

Luo Dongchen trembled slightly, clenched his hands, and let go, and couldn't help but glance back at the down-and-out young man, so he left unwillingly.

Tang An finally smiled when he heard this, wiped the sweat on his forehead, and said with a smile: "Shangshu son-in-law? It looks so easy! But since the chick is smiling, why doesn't she even say something? ”