"What's wrong with my poems! It's obviously a masterpiece! The fat man was thrown to the ground, rolling and splashing, looking at his clothes, it seemed that he was not born in a poor family, at least he was also a rich family.

"The waist is thin and the chest is big, the skin is white and the hands are thin, there is a veil on the face, and there must be beauty behind the veil. I wrote all the characteristics of the young lady, and I wrote it vividly. The fat man said dissatisfiedly.

"Hahahaha...... Hahahaha......"

Hearing the fat man's high-pitched voice and rather awkward poems, the crowd of onlookers all laughed, and the characteristics were really written, but where is this poetry, even if it is a vernacular text, it is a preface that does not match the afterword.

This bit of ink also went up to challenge, which really made the people around watch the excitement happy, although the poems of the previous few people were mediocre, but they were not like this.

Seeing that everyone around him was laughing at himself, the fat man began to roll on the ground and splash it, and it could be seen that he must have been spoiled by his parents at home.

However, because this time, the owner of Nangong Restaurant invited several prestigious teachers in the city, although these teachers have little power, but the students they have taught before are all over Jizhou, quite prestigious, so no one dares to retaliate against this Nangong Restaurant.

"Uh...... That's what you're talking about as punishment? Looking at the fat man who was still rolling and splashing on the ground just now, Huang Dahe was speechless for a while.

"Well, it was thrown out by a strong man, I heard that they are all martial artists of the Soul Refining Realm who are some famous in the county, if you lose, there is no room for resistance at all." The person who introduced him nodded, and the smile on his face couldn't be stopped, this fat man was definitely the funniest guy so far.

"In short, if you want to challenge, go to the front and shout, the topic is very simple, that is, write a poem describing this eldest lady." The person who introduced him continued, and at the same time looked at Huang Dahe, wondering if he would have a chance to surpass this fat man and become one of the few "bright spots" tonight.

"It's really stinky and beautiful." Huang Dahe frowned slightly, the topic is such a stinky fart, and he doesn't know whether this eldest lady is ugly or beautiful, but his goal is just a free meal, and he doesn't care about the appearance of this eldest lady at all.

"Hmph......" The person who introduced him snorted disdainfully and ignored Huang Dahe, because there was a new challenger on the stage, dressed very well-read, and looked like a person who could succeed.

A few minutes later, when the knowledgeable person just now was thrown off the stage, Huang Dahe had already come to the front of the ring.

In front of the ring, there were many well-dressed young men frowning and conceiving poems, and on the stage, a veiled woman sat quietly behind the table, very decent.

It's just that I can't see the facial features, which makes people always have some reverie, but this woman's body is just like the fat man's "poem" before, with white skin and tender skin, and a delicate body.

It should be said that the level of the fat man just now is a little worse, but the description is quite correct.

But looking at the constipation-like expressions of the young men around him, Huang Dahe shook his head helplessly, these guys are afraid that they are all aimed at the eldest lady on the stage, wanting to win the hearts of beauties with poetry, not at all like his purpose is simply to want an overlord meal.

"I want to sign up." Huang Dahe raised his hand and said.

At the same time as the words fell, Huang Dahe immediately received all kinds of disdainful glances from the surroundings, compared to others, Huang Dahe's clothes were too plain, and even looked a little shabby because of the battle during the day today.

Many people's first impression is that this is a guy who is more like a troublemaker than the fat man just now.

Even the owner of Nangong Restaurant on the stage and the gentlemen invited couldn't help frowning, they really couldn't imagine what kind of poems a person dressed like Huang Dahe could make.

This naturally includes the veiled eldest lady, but Huang Dahe can already feel the unhappy gaze of this eldest lady, and it seems that he is taking him as a troublemaker.

"I'll definitely buy new clothes tomorrow......" Huang Dahe complained silently in his heart, but the purpose of his trip was a big meal, and he didn't plan to deal with these guys at all.

"Let me confirm first, as long as you make a poem that the eldest lady is satisfied with, you can eat for free?" Huang Dahe stepped onto the stage and immediately asked.

"That's the case......" The owner of Nangong Restaurant nodded awkwardly, this is the first person to ask such a question today, how does he feel that this man is clearly coming for his family's food?

You know, this poetry arena is not about wine......

To be honest, just rushing to this point, the boss of Nangong Restaurant suddenly didn't dare to underestimate Huang Dahe, this guy is "extraordinary"......

"So what's the title?" Huang Dahe asked without hesitation.

"The title is naturally to write a poem about a little girl, of course, if the poem you make is mediocre and vulgar, you will be thrown off the stage."

"Okay." Huang Dahe nodded, then pretended to be pensive and walked up on the stage.

His move made all the onlookers in the audience smile, thinking that after pretending like this, it is estimated that it is another "amazing work", right?

"Sister...... Brother Huang is okay, right? Looking around, Zhang Bei's face was slightly red, obviously not optimistic about Huang Dahe's current situation.

"This ...... I don't know. Zhang Jiao said helplessly, she is really not familiar with Huang Dahe, but I don't know why, she always feels that Huang Dahe seems to have no problem at all, after all, every time he looks bad, he can always surprise people.

"Don't worry, Brother Huang is fine, he is very powerful." But at this time, Yan'er held her head high and said proudly, she was obviously the most confident in Huang Dahe.

"There it is." After Huang Dahe walked more than a dozen steps, he suddenly froze, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he fixed his eyes on the veiled eldest lady.

"Clouds want clothes, flowers want to look." Huang Dahe looked at him and said in a frustrated manner, only the first sentence came out, and the scene suddenly became strangely quiet.

Regardless of whether you can understand it or not, but just Huang Dahe's subdued and frustrating reading method is very compelling.

"The spring breeze blows Revlon, if it weren't for the jade mountains, it would meet the moon in Yaotai." Glancing back at the audience, Huang Dahe recited the "Qingping Tune: Part I" borrowed from the poet immortal Li Bai completely and affectionately.

Of course, it's not that he deliberately wants to be affectionate, it's just that it's rare to memorize an ancient poem, which slightly evokes some nostalgic feelings, so it is also very affectionate and meaningful.

Thinking of this, he had to sigh again, his three hundred Tang poems finally did not have a white back, thinking of the back of his hand that was swollen like a steamed bun by his father because of reciting poems, he is also infinitely melancholy now.

"Good!"

I don't know who shouted, and the whole venue immediately "crackled" and applauded.

"Well, it's really very meaningful, it's a great talent!"

"Yes, yes, this poem is worthy of Miss, if there are no objections, let this person pass, right?"

Immediately, several teaching gentlemen looked at each other, and as literati, they still knew whether Huang Dahe's poem was good or not.

Whether it is the structure or the rhetoric, it is impeccable, and the lady in front of her is described as a fairy, which can be described as quite smart, compared to the previous mediocre search for words to praise, both the idea and the artistic conception are slightly better.

"I'm not convinced!" But at this time, the richly dressed young man in the audience said coldly, "You must have copied this poem from somewhere, this poem must not have been made by you." ”

"Oh? Are you not convinced? Huang Dahe looked at the young man with an unkind face, this jealousy is too strong, right? He just wants to eat a free meal, should he be so troublesome?

"I'm not convinced! Do you dare to write a few more poems? As he spoke, the young man walked into the ring and asked proudly, although poetry was not his forte, but he recognized that the village in front of him must have copied someone else's work, and there was no goods in his stomach.

"Yes." Huang Dahe nodded lightly, and said in his heart, if you want to fight, you will fight, Lao Tzu has 300 Tang poems, what can you do with me?

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