"Huh? Second Senior Brother, you are also here! ”

A man in purple came over at some point, sat down next to Gu Qianhu, naturally poured two glasses of wine, and drank one for himself, his face was pale red, it seemed that he had drunk a lot before.

Gu Qianhu frowned and asked, "What are you doing here?" ”

"Of course, it's drinking and chanting poetry, chic and free, is this a friend of the senior brother? Hello, my name is Sun Moyun, the third junior brother of the second senior brother. ”

The third junior brother of the second senior brother? It took a while for Ling Hu Su to react.

Stretching out his hand not to hit the smiling person, Ling Hu Su replied with a smile: "Hello, my name is Ling Hu Su." ”

"It turned out to be Brother Linghu, who has been looking up for a long time. Hiss, Brother Linghu's little face is whiter, whiter than a woman. ”

Gu Qianhu slammed the table, dragged Sun Moyun up, and scolded, "You go back to your own table." ”

"What are you doing, what are you doing!" Sun Moyun broke free and smiled brightly at Ling Husu, it didn't look bad, he was really temperamental.

When Sun Moyun left, Gu Qianhu first apologized, and then exposed.

"This person is my third junior brother, don't look like a dog, in fact, he hides a knife in his smile, and secretly does some things like male thieves and female prostitutes, don't be deceived by his appearance, there are many women who have been deceived by him." Gu Qianhu was very worried, for fear that Linghu Su would also be deceived, he had learned Sun Moyun's kung fu to deceive women, which was a must.

Ling Hu Su smiled and said nothing, the entanglement of their brothers and sisters was none of his business.

At this time, ten minutes have passed, and the woman on the stage said loudly with a smile: "Everyone, ten minutes have come, who has good poetry?" ”

Most of the people in the audience are watching the play, and they can't write good poems, and for a while, they are like a group of demons dancing wildly, and messy sentences are born, until someone shouts: "The snow is full of snow in the morning, and the leaves are light and the sun is cold." The eaves flow is not dripping plum jelly, a kind of solitary is not idle. ”

Suddenly, everything was silent, and everyone looked towards the source of the sound, it was Sun Moyun, who was scarlet-looking, holding a beauty and drinking wine, very chic.

"A kind of loneliness is not idle, good, excellent." The woman on the stage admired.

When others saw the poet, they also praised it, partly because they thought the poems were really good, and partly because of Sun Moyun's identity.

Gu Qianhu whispered to Linghu Su: "My junior brother, the only good thing is that he has some literary talent. ”

"What about you?" Linghu Su asked him.

Gu Qianhu's face was red, and he was embarrassed to drink a glass of wine, the meaning was self-evident. He is obsessed with martial arts, so naturally he doesn't pay much attention to poetry.

Gu Qianhu felt a pang in her heart, most girls like literati, she won't ......

"Brother Linghu, I'm preparing to spend more time on poetry, a year, no, half a year will surpass him."

"Very good, good luck." This was very perfunctory, but Gu Qianhu was full of confidence and made up his mind to find a few masters to study hard after he went back.

Sun Moyun is out of the limelight, which will naturally cause others to be dissatisfied, but not everyone will be jealous of his identity.

"The west wind blows the snow at the beginning of the third watch, and the auspicious heaven is sent and the year is removed. Half of the new light has not yet been raised, and the peach charm is written behind the lamp. The man shook the folding fan, shook his head and finished reciting, causing the audience to applaud.

"This person is Zhao Rui, the first genius in Tancheng, who knows nothing except writing poems and writing. Some people ridiculed, saying that Zhao Rui couldn't even eat, and he needed someone to feed him. ”

"Really?" To Husu's surprise, how could there be such a person.

"Of course it's a joke and an exaggeration, but since there are such rumors, there must be three points true."

As soon as Zhao Rui's poem came out, it divided some people, and the two sides argued with each other, both of them felt that their poems were better.

The woman on the stage hesitated, unable to decide who won and who lost, on the one hand, she was the first talent in Tancheng, and on the other hand, she was the core figure of the Carefree faction, and she might even be the future master, and she couldn't judge anyone to lose.

"Brother Linghu thinks who is good about the poems they compose?" Gu Qianhu wanted to talk to Ling Hu Su, but Ling Hu Su patronized and played with the beauty in his arms, ignoring him, so he found a topic.

"It's not good, it's so-so."

Ling Husu doesn't like poetry, he just likes to use it to pretend to be forced.

Gu Qianhu agreed very much, because he didn't understand it at all, but Ling Husu's words caused dissatisfaction among the people next to him, he was Zhao Rui's faction.

"Heh, the tone is not small, you have the ability to compose a song."

"Not interested!" Ling Husu decisively refused, he did have Yongxue's verses, but there was no need to take them out. With this kung fu, it is better to flirt with the beauty in your arms.

Ling Husu's refusal made the man even more uncomfortable, so he told the others around him, so that more and more people knew that there was a madman here, saying that Zhao Rui and Sun Moyun's poems were not good.

Linghu Su didn't know that he had offended almost everyone by saying casually.

"This son, since you said that my poems are not worth mentioning, may I ask what you think?"

Zhao Rui is a tall and thin man, wearing a brocade robe, and he must have a good family background.

Only then did Linghu Su know that the situation didn't seem right, Gu Qianhu dragged him and whispered, "Let's slip away!" ”

If it was something else, Gu Qianhu could still help, but he couldn't help with poetry.

Ling Husu agreed, go to the people, anyway, you have had enough.

The two got up to leave, and a figure suddenly came and blocked the front, it was Sun Moyun.

"Senior brother, what are you going, the atmosphere is just right, why don't you compose a poem?" Sun Moyun smiled, if he didn't know the inside story, he would definitely think that their senior brother had a deep relationship.

Gu Qianhu's face was dark, for the position of the master of the door, he and Sun Moyun had long been on opposite sides, this was something that everyone knew.

"If I don't do it, what can you do with me?"

"If you don't do it, it will come out tomorrow, Gu Qianhu insulted the literati of Tancheng, especially Zhao Rui and Zhao Gongzi, by then, heh, senior brother, your reputation will stink."

If you are not afraid of provoking big people, you are afraid of provoking literati, and a few poems and articles can make people discredited. If there is anyone behind you, you will fall into the abyss.

However, Gu Qianhu couldn't put the blame on Ling Hu Su, he took Ling Hu Su's hand and took him away, silent.

Ling Hu Su was speechless, is this guy addicted to catching him!

"Wait a minute." Ling Hu Su broke free, turned around and returned to his seat, beckoned to Gu Qianhu, and said, "What's the hurry, it's so lively, it's a pity to go, isn't it just a poem, I suddenly have a little interest, just write a poem!" ”

Ling Hu Su pretended to be profound, closed his eyes in reverie, opened his eyes after a few breaths, and recited aloud: "The north wind swept the white grass and folded, and the snow flew in August." Suddenly, like a night of spring breeze, thousands of trees and pear blossoms bloom. ”

After reciting, Ling Hu Su got up and flew out of the window, and Gu Qianhu, who had reacted, followed.

"Suddenly, like a night of spring breeze, thousands of trees and pear blossoms bloom."

People are chewing on the flavor of the poem, unaware that its author has left.

"Good poetry, good poetry."

"The artistic conception is wonderful, and it deserves to be the first."

"The first is well deserved."

People who were close flocked to the window, but there was still Linghu Su's figure, only the cold wind of late autumn, cold and biting.

The woman on the stage was fascinated and said: "This poem has won, may I ask who is the great talent?" ”

No one responded.