Qi Fei raised his eyebrows after listening to the middle-aged man's words, what does this thing mean? What should I do if I lose? This thing has a purpose!

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"Hahaha, this is what you said yourself, a little scholar, not me!" The middle-aged man stroked his palm and smiled, as if he was a little proud in his heart.

Qi Fei touched his chin and said, "I don't know if I lose, what does Mr. want?" ”

He wondered in his heart, it seemed that this middle-aged man had something to belong to, but what? I don't have anything of value in my own home, two dilapidated courtyards, a few pieces of old furniture...... Well, it can't be Xiaoyuan's junior sister, right? I have heard that the atmosphere of the Tang Kingdom is open, and there are many people who send concubines to each other among literati and warriors, if this is the case, I am bound to make these people's lives worse than death, dare to have this kind of thought, it is not too much to die!

The middle-aged man smiled, glanced at the wooden barrel that was originally filled with sour plum soup, but now it was empty, and said, "If Mr. Xiao Duan loses, then give me the recipe for sour plum soup." ”

When Qi Fei heard this, his heart was relieved, he laughed a few times in a low voice, and said: "Mr. This is bad, although he is proud of his all-round talent in civil and military affairs, but this will test the eight directions, if it is about martial arts, naturally no one can surpass it, but since ancient times, there is no first, no second, even if the article is almost the same, but under the crooked pen of the examiner, there are different results, in the next from the distance, there are no relatives in Chang'an, and there are no elders who are officials, if you really fall off the list, but the silver on your body is about the same, and you have to rely on this sour plum soup to make a living, If Mr. wants my secret recipe in a word, wouldn't he have taken away his way to make a living? ”

The middle-aged man heard this, and glanced back at the few people behind him, the expression on his face was quite intriguing, and then he continued to look at Qi Fei and said: "Tang Changming, I don't agree with the words of the little scholar, although the scientific examination involves all aspects, but the fraud will definitely not happen, Mr. Xiao Duan is too worried." ”

Qi Fei glanced at him, shook his head, and said, "I don't argue with Mr. about this, if I lose, would it be good to provide Mr. with a bucket of sour plum soup every month?" ”

"A bucket is too little!" The middle-aged man waved his hand and shook his head.

"Two barrels?"

"Too little!"

"Three barrels?"

"Still less!"

Qi Fei smiled, you can't win a few buckets, Lao Tzu doesn't believe that he will lose!

"How many barrels does the gentleman want?"

"At least eight barrels!"

"Mr. is joking, then you don't need to read in the next place, it's good to make sour plum soup for Mr. every day, at most five barrels, no more in the next is not comparable!"

"Okay, five buckets are five buckets, then I'm going to solve the problem!" The middle-aged man was a little proud.

Slowly, Qi Fei suddenly felt something wrong in his heart: "Sir, I haven't said that if I win, what is the lottery head?" ”

As soon as he said this, several people on the other side looked at him with smiles, and their expressions were obvious, boy, you won't win!

The elegant man had an unfathomable smile on his face at this time, and said with a fan: "Mr. Xiao Duan, what do you want?" ”

Qi Fei was stunned, how the hell do I know what you have!

He frowned: "Although my life is light, I haven't thought about winning any gold and silver things, but ......"

His face suddenly became teasing, and he said, "But if I win, I want this fan in this gentleman's hand!" ”

"Huh?"

"Oh?"

"Hahaha, Mr. Wu, someone has taken a fancy to your signature fan!"

"Old Wu, don't lose your signature fan! If you really lose, I'm afraid this little Mr. Duan will become famous! ”

The middle-aged man also laughed at this moment: "Mr. Xiao Duan, why did you take a fancy to this fan?" ”

Qi Fei said lightly: "I don't know what treasure this fan is, I just think that this Mr. Wu, tomorrow is not hot, but he always fans back and forth, he is too tired, if he wins, it just saves Wu Xian's fatigue, if he does not pass the exam in the future, then he can also take this fan as a relief for life." ”

Everyone couldn't help but laugh again when they heard this, only the elegant man, his face was red, and there was a hint of anger.

"Okay, I think it's so decided, Lao Wu, you don't have to be disgruntled, the left and right are just a fan, and you may not lose." The middle-aged man said with a smile.

The elegant man's face gradually calmed down, and then the middle-aged man continued: "Although Xiao Duan Scholar said that he didn't need to choose the right poem topic, I still want to say that Lao Wu is better at landscapes and love poems, so I will come up with three questions, one is what Lao Wu is good at, and the other is what he is not good at. ”

Qi Fei nodded, clenched his fists slightly, and said, "Mr. Wang's comments on poetry are fair." ”

Several people laughed and nodded, and one of them actually said: "Little scholar, don't worry, we all want Lao Wu to lose!" ”

The elegant man snorted coldly when he heard this, and threw his hand at the middle-aged man: "Please also ask Mr. to ask for a question." ”

The middle-aged man touched his beard and thought about it, and said: "Since there are three questions, then you might as well come up with what you are good at in the first question, Mr. Xiaoduan and his wife are talented and beautiful, and I will definitely not do love poems every day, so the first one will take love poems as the theme, make a poem of seven words, as for the name, you don't have to think about it, it's just untitled." ”

Untitled! Untitled!!

Untitled love poem!

There are a lot of untitled poems in ancient poems, but they are not really untitled, but some of the things depicted are more obscure and cannot be really proposed, and some really don't know how to propose.

The untitled in the love poems is often some beautiful thoughts, often some feelings are deeply hidden and not revealed, and even the poet's own unrequited love, so it is finally named untitled.

After listening to the middle-aged man's words, Mr. Wen Ya Wu showed a smile on his face, looked at Qi Fei and said, "Little scholar first, please?" ”

Qi Fei shook his head and said, "It's better for Mr. Wu to invite first, otherwise, I'm afraid that as soon as my poems are made, Mr. Wu will no longer be able to write poems." ”

This is so arrogant, crazy that as soon as my poem comes out, you will be ashamed of yourself, even if you have already made a poem in your heart, you don't dare to take it out and show it ugly.

The elegant man snorted coldly, I really don't know how this kid's literary and martial arts are, but this braggart kung fu, I'm afraid Datang, you dare to call yourself second, absolutely no one dares to call yourself first!

He raised his head slightly and said, "Okay, then I'll come first, just to give the little scholar a time to think." ”

Qi Fei smiled but said nothing.

The elegant man walked around the small courtyard with his hands behind his back, and said: "It was once a young man who loved the wind and dust, the peach blossoms and wine were drunk in the spring, and the embroidery building passed by a thousand dynasties, and Wan Enshen was in the shadow of the neon clothes." I don't feel that my youth is short, I only hate the old years, and now I look back on the past days, and the world sighs that it is dusk! ”

In one place of this poem, everyone pondered, and then the applause continued, and one person took out a pen and paper with him and began to write it down carefully.

The elegant man walked closer, seemed to be a little proud, looked at Qi Fei and said, "Please also ask a small scholar to compose a poem." ”

Qi Fei blinked, you also call it a love poem? This is clearly just a disease-free moan.

He cleared his throat and said with a smile: "It's time for me to do it, but although I am also a poet, it is not Mr. Wu's ordinary seven words, I do a seven-law love poem." ”

As soon as he said this, the audience was shocked!