Scholar Zhao stood up and said, "Quiet, quiet! Such a good night, we should be grateful for the great deeds of our ancestors." Don't let the ignorant wait to sweep away Yaxing. I have long sighed at the wisdom and talent of the predecessors, it is really easy to come by, and the exit is a chapter, what is the best way for you here, you can be like the style of the ancestors!" everyone bowed their heads in contemplation, and then shook their heads in unison and remained silent......

"Your son, Wen Cai Zhuozhuo, why don't you come to the stage again to solve our doubts! This time, you can't talk nonsense and make fun of me and others!"

Ah Lang was bowing his head and talking, and when he heard it, he was stunned: Nima's! It's not over! Today you are purely targeting me! It's probably the old man Yang who is playing tricks.

Then he hurriedly said: "Okay! It's coming to me again so soon!" After speaking, he grabbed his clothes with both hands, bowed his waist, hunched his back, and jumped on his toes, jumping three times, and kept muttering to himself: Oops! Oops! Hurriedly ran to the stage......

When the fat man and the monkey saw it, a mouthful of soup spewed out of their noses: cough, cough, cough...... The cough continued.

Meng'er was curious: "What are you two doing!"

The fat man smiled and said, "This thing is starting to be a demon again, you look at Ah Lang's walking posture, it doesn't look like he is in a hurry to go to the toilet to pull poop?"

Meng'er and the others all looked at Ah Lang, and then "poof", hurriedly covered their mouths, and laughed silently......

Everyone in the audience was also staggering: You think this is a latrine!

The emperor was upstairs, and a mouthful of tea almost squirted out......

The queen also shook her head frequently......

The second elder gritted his teeth even more, his face flushed, lest he laugh out loud......

Ah Lang walked to the stage, took out a small sweet potato from his arms, bit it into his mouth, and said while chewing: "Rank, I haven't eaten enough, you should eat it quickly!

Everyone looked at the golden sweet potato in Ah Lang's mouth, and when they thought of his posture on stage, there was a retching sound in the audience, and there was an endless sound of retching: vomiting...... Vomit......

After Ah Lang finished eating the sweet potato, he wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and suddenly his momentum was awesome, as if he had changed into a different person. The so-called classics of the ancestors, or a poem, perhaps a sentence, etc., can represent the most valuable and meaningful doctrine of a nation and an era, and its value and significance are permanent.

Everyone in the audience nodded one after another, and the emperor was also silent.

Ah Lang continued: "Everything in the world is an eternal imitation of the Great Dao, which cannot be surpassed, but can only approach it infinitely. With this voice, people will inevitably feel something, and they will inevitably think of the same things, which is called "feeling the same way." We often have: I have spoken what I want, I have spoken the mouths of the ancients, I have written what I want, and I have written the hands of the ancients. Before I was born as an ancient, and after I was born as an ancient, I feel that all of you here are often trapped in it, but I won't, I will only be a bystander, looking at you. Lin Hua thanked Chunhong, too hurried. Helplessly, the cold rain came in the morning, and the wind came in the evening. Rouge tears, drunk together, when heavy. Since people grow hate, water grows east. After speaking, he slowly looked up at the full moon in the sky, and his eyes seemed to have a red electric light, shooting straight into the sky......

Everyone also looked at Ah Lang silently, pondering what he had just said......

The three girls in the audience all looked at Ah Lang in surprise......

Qianyu: The husband has such a high state of mind, and his achievements are limitless......

Meng'er: Langlang! I adore you so much! You are like a male god at this moment, Ou! Cake buyer......

Qingqing: Good writing! Good poetry! Ah Lang's literary skills are so deep that I sigh to myself, "in the future" must ......

"Good poetry! good artistic conception!" The emperor shouted upstairs: this word is a model of instant lyricism, which embodies the infinite hatred of life's frustration in the depiction of the remnants of late spring. This kind of sadness is not only an expression of one's own frustration, but also a regret that covers the life shared by the entire human race, and is a kind of lament that integrates and condenses countless painful life experiences. It's a little sad at this time, but I like it so much!

Everyone in the audience also applauded......

Ah Lang then sat down on the chair in front of the stage, looked at the guzheng on the table and said: "The soldiers in front, for us to stick to the border pass, we and other people can drink and talk here, watch the moon and enjoy the scenery, and talk freely!

The crowd was silent......

With a stirring prelude to the guzheng sounded......

Mournful, melodious, desolate singing followed......

I am a fighter

Destiny is a battlefield

I put on my suit

Don't hesitate

My only faith

It just can't be reviewed

The only one by virtue of

It is the understanding of the years

I can't take off the saddle

Just for you

will erode the fighting spirit

After all, I'm still so vulnerable

But galloping everywhere

That flash of life

Who will embellish the loneliness of the road for me

The future is bumpy

Let the youth fade away

I will always be the triumphant warrior

Stretch out your arms, please

Stretch out your arms and wait for the warriors of the expedition

Oh... Oh... Oh...

I'm a young warrior I'm a young warrior

I'm a young warrior, a young warrior

Oh... Oh... Oh...

The audience was silent, and there were tears in their eyes: how many hot-blooded good men threw their heads and spilled their blood at the border. The parents, wives and children at home are looking forward to the return of their sons, husbands, and fathers. But the reality is not satisfactory, and what is waiting for may be a mutilated limb or even a fired porcelain jar......

The emperor and others on the stage were also full of tears......

Meng'er and a few people were even more tearful......

Qianyu is even more chest-constantly rising and falling: the husband has never been on the battlefield, how can he have such a deep feeling, there is such a brilliant husband, who is well versed in the world, I am precious Qianyu in this life, what else can I ask for......

"It's okay, then I'll go down, don't call me again, I'm busy!"

"I can't see that Ah Lang Gongzi is usually exaggerated, but he is a hidden literati! My grandmother will soon be 60 years old, can Ah Lang Gongzi be here to celebrate my grandmother with a poem as a celebration for the younger generation!" Yang Zhanxing said in the audience.

Ah Lang said in his heart: Your grandmother's birthday is about me, and you want me to celebrate with poems, you wait.

Then he said, "Okay, then I'll compose a poem for the old lady on the spot!"

Then he paced back and forth on the stage......

Suddenly, he stepped on the stool, tilted his shoulders and tilted his head, crossed his waist with his left hand, and pointed his right hand like a sword, pointing at Mrs. Yang upstairs and said, "This mother-in-law is not a person!"

The audience suddenly became restless and exploded......

"Gui Alang, you dare to insult my grandmother in public!" Yang Zhanxing said viciously.

The faces of the people upstairs were also cold, and the emperor said in his heart: You kid is too daring to say it in public, how can I end it for you?

"The Nine Heavens Fairy descends to the earth," Ah Lang said again.

The audience nodded their heads: Good poetry!

The emperor and the others upstairs also looked pale......

"The offspring born are all thieves!" Ah Lang pointed at Yang Zhanxing in the air.

The stage and the audience began to be agitated again......

Ah Lang then said: "Steal the fairy peach and give it to your relatives!"

"Which old mother in the audience, and her birthday is approaching, would it be good for someone to compose another poem for her?" Ah Lang arched his hand.

Everyone in the audience shook their heads: You have to go down quickly! You are slapping someone, and then giving a candy to eat, scolding people to the extreme, and we can't refute you yet. This time it will not be human, and it will be a fairy, and the little heart can't stand it. You should hurry down and rest, hurry up......

Most of the people were drunk, staggering, and departed......

In the palace of the King of Freedom, Ah Lang and Qianyu snuggled up to the branches and looked at the full moon......

"Sister Qian, let's go to the moon one day, okay?"

"Okay! Wherever the husband goes in the future, Qianyu will go wherever she goes, like a shadow......" Qianyu hugged Ah Lang tightly, watching the light of the moon reflect Ah Lang's handsome face......