"Oh my God! Old Xue, come with me! Zhou Yunfeng can't stand it! Chen Haopeng suddenly rushed out and put Xue Pu on his shoulder in the corridor on the deck.

"Little fox, how is he?" Chen Haopeng asked

"Still drunk!" Little fox.

"It's too late, let Lao Xue go with me! The poetry party has started again! Lao Xue, I know, people are drunk and sober! ”

"Eh, eh, eh..."The little fox was stunned for a moment, sober fart, all broken!

Xue Pu was confused, muttering blindly: "A big watermelon, one-size-fits-all flowers, one for you, one for him... Little fox, this is my Tai Chi, you remember! ”

"Are you sure he's called sober?" The little fox asked.

"Leave it alone, make do with it! Hurry up and put on makeup to accompany him on stage! Chen Haopeng said.

The little fox nodded hurriedly, knowing that it was time for her to make a move.

Chen Haopeng carried Xue Pu and told him about the events at the conference, but Xue Pu only asked where Wang Zebin and his wife were?

Let's say that above the conference, the competition has resumed, Ye Lao was threatened to return to the judges' seat, and his old eyes were full of thoughts and secretly left tears, and he wiped his tears.

At the age of three, he came to the poetry club with great pride.

Now the situation is no more obvious, Chen Sansui is a member of the Eight Banners Group, and the purpose of their planning of this conference is to make the Celestial Empire humiliate in front of all countries, so as to reflect the decline of Wendao.

Then he took the opportunity to coerce the poet Taidou Mr. Ye Jialan to work for the Eight Flags Group.

In the end, a cruise ship loaded with explosives was used to start a war.

Do a good job of the first part of their restoration of Manchuria.

And Zhou Yunfeng on the stage also figured out the problem: "No, it's my Tiezi's article that is forced to plagiarize at the age of three!" The relationship is a bit complicated, I'll take a look at it. Anyway, drag the time, and the mud, and wait until my iron comes! ”

Soon the poetry will begin again.

The bright moon rises into the sky, and the bright moon is ten thousand acres, and it will be the night of the full moon on the sea, and the moonlight is the brightest.

The bright moon shines in the ocean, looking at the sky and the earth from afar, a pair of bright moons compete for glory.

Chen Sansui said: "Everyone has been waiting for a long time, there has just been a little situation, a little controversy, but it doesn't matter!" After the poetry meeting is over, everything can be decided. ”

The audience discussed: "Yes, yes, let's talk about the poem first, and in the end, even if it is plagiarism, we can find the main owner of the poem." ”

"It's impossible that our idols can't be plagiarized."

People in the venue were talking to each other, and in order to ensure the smoothness of the game, the plagiarism was discussed.

"Hahaha~~ On poetry, on poetry, boring, boring, it's better to drink~ right, Brother Wang?"

On the second floor of the venue, a handsome voice came, ticking, ticking, and fragrant wine dripping from upstairs.

Everyone looked for it and saw Xue Pu looking like a drunken Taoist, leaning on the railing on the second floor, holding a bowl of wine in his hand, still drinking slowly.

Everyone looked at him, but he was like a poet who was indulging in poetry and wine, drinking with Wang Xiaoyan.

"Little fox, your daughter is good red~" Xue Pu said to the little fox downstairs who changed into a Hanfu long jacket.

The little fox pursed his lips and sneered, "A thousand cups are not drunk, two cups will be poured, but I am not drunk, my daughter is red, what a lewd thief." ”

The three-year-old raised his head and shouted, "What are you doing on it!" We're racing! ”

"Poetry is based on words, songs are chanted, the most free thing in the world is poetry, there are too many rules and regulations in your competition, and you can't produce good poems~ It's very boring!"

Xue Pu stretched his waist, dozed off, and lay lazily on the second floor, with one leg hanging down on the railing.

Kazuo Umegawa asked, "According to your meaning, if you don't follow the rules, you can write good poems~"

"Don't follow the rules of the world, but follow the rules of the heart, in order to do a good poem! The country was founded by heart, and the truth of inventing the heart is not understood? ”

Kazuo Umegawa looked aggrieved.

Suddenly, Xue Pu poured a full bottle of wine from the wine jug and threw it out from top to bottom, and the wine glass flew smoothly in the air.

Whoosh –

Another cup.

Soon the captains of all the teams present had a glass of wine for each person.

"Hahaha, compare with one by one~, I am more than the world..."

Xue Pu's eyes suddenly brightened, and he took the wine glass and drank it all.

Everyone is awe-inspiring, and one person is more than the world, what kind of tone is this? There is a way that literati are contemptuous, and each has its own dissatisfaction.

The third year old said: "You have already given up the game, and you are not qualified to compete again!" ”

Xue Pu smiled slightly: "Ao, do you know what true fragrance is?" Xue Pu turned on his mobile phone and played the recording, which happened to be the audio of Chen's three-year-old cheating in the room.

"You!"

The little fox smiled slightly, she washed off her makeup, although she was still a country and a city, Chen was three years old and couldn't recognize her.

The female fans in the audience panicked: "Ah! Cheating at the age of three! ”

Wow, wow, one round.

The third year old said: "It's like it's like it!" But I'm at home, so I've got to set the rules! ”

Ye Lao is good at poetry, but he is old and decrepit, and he is not as good as he was in his early years, but he also knows that young talents, if they are arrogant, they will inevitably not be able to escape the four words of talent and agility, if they want Xue Pu to win, they must improvise poems.

Immediately: "When it comes to previous poems, most of them are carved with axes and chisels, and it is very advisable to improvise poems." Let's see which one wins! ”

The three-year-old immediately looked awkward.

The Japanese are good at sake, and when they see the amber color of the wine glass in their palms, they can't help but think about it, and the poems come to their hearts and secretly have the certainty of victory, and then they say: "Hahaha, since everyone has wine in their hands, you might as well start the first poem with wine." ”

"Eh, the Japanese people are so Yaxing~~ It's a pity that the taste of sake is too light~ I'm afraid it's not poetic~" Xue Pu snorted.

As a result, he stumbled and fell from the sky with a flask.

actually stood firmly, but he was drunk and upset, like a drunkard.

Kazuo Umegawa said angrily: "Since our wine is not good, then your wine is okay?" I don't believe it? ”

Xue Pu smiled slightly, picked up the wine jug, and poured it into his mouth, when he drank several liters, his face was red, and he didn't know whether he was awake or drunk.

"Hehe, there is wine, there is wine~" Xue Pu was half drunk and half crazy, and shook the wine jug in his hand: "Hehe,

I have a jug of wine, enough to soothe the dust.

A drink of the country, a long song of the sun and the moon soul.

The crazy text shook the five mountains, and the comic pen shocked the high clouds.

Drunk hope letter is close, and the green cow is so good! ”

The poem came as soon as he opened his mouth, chanted and stopped, and said the word "good" in unison.

All the contestants are chilled together: a drink of the country, a long song of the sun and the moon, what a bearing, what a madness, it is really embarrassing.

The Japanese old ladies are obviously the masters in the team, and they are right when they open their mouths, but they are ashamed of themselves, so they want to stop talking and withdraw back.

The little fox leaned drunkenly in front of the door, grabbed a female fan and said, "Poof, how, handsome, my man~"

Female fans instantly changed their idols.

When Chen was three years old, he was furious, knowing that Xue Pu was already drunk, so he couldn't care about many poems that directly memorized Xue Pu, hoping to use Xue Pu's poems to outperform Xue Pu.

Chen was three years old and said: "Come, Xue Pu, let's compare and write about beauties." ”

"Wow! Okay~" Chen opened his mouth and recited at the age of three: "There is a good girl in Jiading..."

Xue Pu scolded again: "This is a fool who wrote the narrative poem of the Three Massacres of Jiading!" ”

Chen's three-year-old heart is cold, it is true, what he just recited is Xue Pu's description, the Qing army's Jiading three slaughter scene poems.

Xue Pu took a slow sip of wine and looked at the little fox: "

After the rain, the peach blossoms bloom but are ashamed, and the pink and delicate makeup is light.

I often send three points of laughter when I meet people, which makes me feel lovesick for a while..."

The little fox's face turned red when he landed, who was so sultry, who laughed with whom, and showed mercy everywhere! Pretended to be coquettish and turned his face away.

The little fox was ridiculed by the good poem, and rejoiced on and off the field.

At this time, there were a few foreign girls, two big ocean horses and a little black donkey, who had a good impression of Xue Pu, and they squeezed the little fox aside with their tall horses, shouting for Xue Pu's WeChat from below.

Xue Pu has always been disgusted with foreign women with a heavy body odor, and wants to borrow a fan to fan the smell, and he thinks that the little fox is beautiful and unique, so he came up with a poem.

Looking at the little fox's half-breathed and half-smoked face, he couldn't help but smile: "

I saw Xue Pu drunken and said:

I heard that Hu Di has a lot of enchanting queens, and her posture is graceful and beautiful.

One day, Zhaojun went out of the west, half like an autumn fan and half like mud. ”

As soon as the poem was finished, a few foreign girls were embarrassed, and they left when they shook their hands.

Mr. Ye also applauded again and again, and discussed with several experts: "This poem is first written about orchid enchanting and graceful, and it is everywhere, but as soon as I saw Zhaojun, I was disgusted like an autumn fan and the soil on the ground." And he's still teasing the girl~"

Everyone applauded, and Xue Pu was drunk and staggered, and suddenly fell in front of Ye Lao: "Hey, hey, Mr. Ye is rude~Hiccup~"

He hiccuped, and was held up by Zhou Yunfeng: "Damn, how much wine have you drunk!" ”

"Eh, you don't understand, Li Baidou has a hundred poems about wine, I can't drink a bucket, I can also write thirty or fifty poems about him!"

Drinking here, Xue Pu has actually arrived, regardless of the southeast, northwest, and west.

He smiled at the king and begged for another pot of wine, and leaned against the corner.

The contestants from all over the world were embarrassed, knowing that Chinese was not their first mother tongue, and the poems and texts they participated in were all made by working hard months in advance.

There will always be a lack of that simple nature that comes from the heart.

And Xue Pu's poems seem to be unadorned, but in fact they have reached the realm of "clear water out of hibiscus, natural carving".

China's people are vast and talented, and their level is already the best in China, but they were unexpectedly defeated by an unknown boy.

Wu Zi bowed to the wind and turned away one after another.

Wang Xiaoyan also shook his head, sighing at the quirk of this little brother's drunken poetry.

"Eh, don't go! Come back to write poems and play~ It's all here, and the money has been spent, isn't it~" Xue Pu was already confused.

These foreign players came back one after another, and they were confused, only thinking that this Xue Pu might be able to spit out some shocking poems.

Chen Sansui looked stunned, plagiarism or non-plagiarism is obviously not important now, because even if he copied it, he used the poems of Xue Pu in the past to attack the current Xue Pu, and it would definitely be too late.

Miss Ruquan didn't even participate in the competition, and directly started the live broadcast, and the live broadcast of Xue Pu composing poems while drunk.

Sultan Hong hurriedly called Su Yao's parents and enrolled her in ten intensive classes of Chinese studies.

The audience coaxed: "Little brother, little brother, can you poetry and Yuefu?" ”

"Hahaha, yes, why not?" The so-called Yuefu is the ancient style, the real ancient style.

Xue Pu leaned on the pillar, his eyes were drunk, he was already in the realm of forgetting things and me, and he hiccuped a long wine hiccup~~~

As soon as he opened his mouth, he chanted: "Yuefu, tanka line."

The autumn water is muddy, and the tide of the North Sea is incomparable.

The tail is foolish and hugs the pillar, and the soul dies on the girder bridge.

The gold bottle is easy to be full, and the day is easy to shorten.

A hundred years of bitterness are submerged, and the happy year will be late.

Chang'e steals the elixir and laughs in the moon of self-love.

Dayi is empty and trustworthy, and he is lonely all year round.

How to be watery, melancholy clouds and vast.

It's better to drink good wine and have fun with others. ”

Zhou Yunfeng said happily: "Tiezi,, I'll remember it for you~~ I'll listen to a love poem." ”

Xue Pu suddenly let out a long sigh, his eyes did not look at the little fox, and he was secretly lonely.

The little fox felt something, and suddenly his eyes moistened.

Xue Pu muttered a set of seven laws:

Acacia is one of them

The sorrow in the world is love, and I have no intention of being surprised when I come.

Tears float in the early night, and the cold rain is like a pity.

The news occasionally hurts the guest, and the sound book is not enough to ask who is clear.

The infatuation in the Palace of Eternal Life is long, and the Pengshan Mountain enters the sea.

Lovesickness is the second

The bottom of the peach blossom fan said that it was lovesick, and the day before the Zhuang Confession Hall was late.

Promise Xiangjun to hold white hair and not sing palace words to the emperor.

The metabolic spring of the country is still there, and the world is withering and people are unknown.

The wooden pen flowers on the roadside are still blooming, and the Anjiao Fang domain is endowed with new poems?

Lovesickness is the third

In the middle of the night, the cold invaded Beichen, and the sad wind tent was thoughtful.

The shadow of the virtual curtain is frosty, and the reclining sentiment hurts the wine bottle.

Colleagues talk a lot and are ambitious, and they write love essays for Yi.

The soft intestines are cut inch by inch, and they are acacia to the moon wheel.

Lovesickness is the fourth

Suddenly listening to "Chang'an Midnight Song", lovesick and sad through the small pavilion.

The earth is wide and helpless to sink into the sea, and the sky is like a jade river.

Invite He to find the blue bird, and it is difficult to drive the five cloud cars to welcome the immortals.

I heard a lot about the loss of love, and I didn't see the immortals.

After the poems and texts are chanted, everyone present at the moment is sad, and everyone is lovesick and sad, as if there is endless sadness...

The sorrow in the world is love, and I have no intention of being surprised when I come. The sentence comes from Tiancheng, and when it is usually unpretentious, it is concise and profound.

Ye Lao was also quite relieved and said hello again and again.

When Chen was three years old, he saw that Xue Pu was like this, and he immediately walked to Xue Pu and said softly: "Brother, I'm really sorry, but I really have something important today, and I hope you don't make trouble." I have 10 million yuan to give, and I hope you..."

Xue Pu was drunk at that time, where did he know what money was not money, and laughed loudly: "Hahahaha, money, I want money to have and use, I am a poet, and an article can be worth 10,000 dollars!" Do I care about your money? ”

The three-year-old turned dark.

Chen Haopeng complained: "If you drink too much, pretend to be forced, think about your online results!" ”

Xue Pu's face darkened, he lifted the wine glass, frustrated and lonely, and staggered out of the hall.

However, the poetry will not disperse, and this Xue Pu is the focus of this poetry meeting.

He laughed, half-jumped, half-walked, drank fine wine, and lay drunk on the deck, the moonlight shining with a white jade glow.

He raised his glass and drank alone, so happy that he only heard him sing and sing:

"In ancient and modern times, the guest sleeps under the moon, and there is no money for wine after sleeping.

If you have no money, you will sell Lingyun Fu, and you will be shocked by the pen.

Buying wine is only for a midnight dream, and you don't need money to buy wine in a dream.

I'm a madman, why do I need to drink, sing a song to my own madness.

The sound of the phoenix song moved the jade pot to turn, and the sea water was rippling and the moonlight was cold.

Dapeng flew out of the North Sea, and the wine star fell into Jiuquan.

Fame and wealth are insignificant, and fame is like smoke in the eyes.

Shangcai Goshawk lost its yellow dog, and the Huaiyin general did not see the sky.

The deceased returned to Taiyue in a deep state, and did not know where to lean on the bottle.

Tsubaki Chiaki is one year old, and Wang Xie Luotang is on the edge of the grass.

Heaven and earth are like pitching, what is the year of life?

The clouds are beautiful outside the three mountains, and it is a fairy to leave the dust behind.

The ancients and the present are like flowing water, and the bright moon shines on the ancient plains.

It is better to pour the wine in the cup temporarily, and howl in the pine wind between the world and the world.

King Chen was drunk and rejoicing, and the six armies did not move forward.

Liu Lingshan is drunk and needs wine, and the three lamps sleep with the ancients.

Li Bai drank 300 buckets in one drink, and there were thousands of poems in Pingkangfang.

Drunk and wanton must be a high roller, and being able to dance the dragon is the abyss.

I can't do Chu Yin, I only wish to die on the side of the beauty.

Why bother with wine when you are proud of life, and there is no money for wine when you are disappointed in life.

”

After the poems were chanted, Xue Pu slept on the ground, sleeping alone, the wind between heaven and earth, and the undercurrent rolling between the blue sea.

None of this seemed to have anything to do with him.

It's rare to get drunk in life, what does it have to do with me except for wine?

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This poem is relatively large and long, and I don't know if it meets the reader's appetite, so it is widely recommended.