Chu Tiange wanted to say more, Ye Qingli had already said: "Of course I won't regret it!" Let's compare it to poetry! However, if you lose, how do you say it? ”

The people burst out laughing.

"She actually asked, what should Brother Guo do if he loses?"

"It's really unashamed, how could Brother Guo lose?"

"Didn't she really have a brain in the water, thinking she might win?"

Guo Bin raised his head and said very proudly: "How can this son lose?" You better think about what you should do if you lose! ”

"Well...... "I mused," he muttered, "it's too impersonal to let you take off your clothes." So be it, if you lose, you ......"

Everyone around them gasped.

If that's the case, even if you don't die, you only have half a life left.

Guo Dagongzi, this is trying to kill Ye Qingli alive!

A trace of murderous intent flashed in Ye Qingli's eyes.

Sure enough, he is worthy of being a scholar, and his heart is much more damaged than ordinary people!

Hmph, since you are unkind, don't blame me for being unjust.

She said coldly, "Okay, I promise you!" But if you lose - then I'll give you a leg! ”

She smiled faintly: "Half a life is a leg for you, you won't disagree with this deal, right?" ”

Guo Bin shook the folding fan in his hand indifferently, "Okay, then it's up to you!" ”

He didn't even pay attention to what Ye Qingli said.

In his opinion, how could he possibly lose?

Unless the sun comes out of the west!

"Wait!"

Chu Tiange suddenly raised his hand and said, "Although it is compared to poetry, there must be a standard, you can't make poetry, you will judge, right?" ”

She had just thought of this important question!

It's not chess, losing is losing, winning is winning.

Evaluating the quality of a poem is somewhat subjective.

What if they cheat?

At this time, in the private room on the second floor, two old men suddenly stood up.

"If you don't mind, how about being judged by the old decay?"

Someone around gasped.

"It turned out to be Mr. Ni!"

"And Mr. Duan, these are all contemporary Confucians!"

"With these two old gentlemen as judges, it will be very fair!"

These two old gentlemen are both famous Confucians, one was once the president of the Hanlin Academy, and now he has retired to Linquan, and the other is the chief of the most famous "Changshan Academy" in Daluo. It's all about the current generation.

The two of them happened to be drinking here today, but they didn't expect to see such a lively scene.

Mr. Ni said solemnly: "Miss Ye, the two of us are old, and we both have a bit of a thin name, and we also have our own appreciation for poetry and writing. There will be no favoritism, you can rest assured. ”

Ye Qingli looked at these two old gentlemen with a righteous face, and admired them very much, bowed down and said, "Then it will trouble the two old gentlemen." ”

Of course, Guo Bin and others will not have any objections.

They went up to the third floor together, and their group sat in Linjiang Pavilion, while Ye Qingli sat in the Nanpu Pavilion opposite with Chu Tiange.

These two names are quite poetic, and the plaques on them are all inscriptions by famous artists.

Ye Qingli also learned calligraphy, and at first glance, he felt extraordinary.

Chu Tiange whispered to her that it was the most famous calligrapher in Da Luo.

She was a little worried and said, "What can I do about this?" ”