"Lao Li Lao Du's predecessors are sorry, borrow your poems to use, I really don't have the heart to copy you, please forgive your sins!"

Xiao Lang secretly confessed to the poets and poets in his previous life, he really can't write poems, but he hasn't eaten pork or seen pigs run, so he can't do it... You can copy it!

He suddenly looked at Chamu with a big laugh, walked to the middle of the field, raised his big hand and shouted: "Chamu, come with wine!"

"Good!"

As soon as Cha Mu slapped the table, a jar of wine was shocked and flew up, he pushed it casually, and the jar flew quickly towards Xiao Lang, and not a drop of wine was spilled in mid-air.

Xiao Lang didn't even look at the wine jar, he grabbed it directly with one hand, and the wine jar fell steadily in his hand, and he didn't spill a drop of wine.

He raised his head and drank in the wine jar, and actually drank the small half jar of wine directly, only then his eyes were confused, and his body shook and sighed softly: "A pot of wine among the flowers, there is no blind date for drinking alone." Raise a glass to invite Mingyue, and the shadow becomes a trio. The moon does not drink, and the shadow disciples follow me. Temporarily accompanied by the moon will be shadowed, and the joy must be spring. I sing and wander, and I dance in a mess. When you wake up, you have sex with each other, and when you get drunk, you scatter. Forever knot ruthlessly travels, phase Miao Yunhan!"

After chanting a poem, the hall was full of surprise, and countless talents were moved, and their eyebrows were frowning in the purple shirt against the clouds, and then they suddenly raised their eyes and lit up at the same time. Everyone's minds automatically appeared, a picture of a bright moon in the sky drinking alone under the moon, and the lonely atmosphere jumped in their hearts, bringing everyone into a faint sadness.

Dongfang Hongdou was also stunned, the hatred on her face was gone, she blinked, her eyes gradually blurred, and she was silent in that beautiful artistic conception.

The next moment, Xiao Lang's tone suddenly changed, he became urgent, his body was also shaking in the field, and a wine jar was held in his hand, but it was like a sword, and the edge was exposed.

"Zhao Keman, Hu Ying, Wu Hook Shuang Xueming. The silver saddle shines on the white horse, like a shooting star. Kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for a thousand miles. Brushing off the clothes and going away, hiding deep with the name. ”

At this moment, the picture in everyone's minds changed again, as if they saw a swordsman, holding a sword, looking around blankly, killing one person in ten steps, killing tens of millions of enemies, and floating away alone.

"You don't see the water of the Yellow River coming up from the sky, rushing to the sea and never returning. You don't see the sad white hair of Gao Tang Mingjing, and the morning is like green silk turning into snow at dusk. Life must be happy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon. I am born to be useful, and my daughter will come back when I am gone. Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle for pleasure will require 300 cups of drink. ”

A song will enter the wine, Xiao Lang drank wildly, carrying the wind and sea rain to everyone, everyone looked like seeing a prodigal son, who had no way to serve the country and indulge in vocal music. This poem is heroic, emotional, fluent, and has a strong appeal, and no one is moved by it.

The field was quiet, no one dared to make a sound, for fear of interrupting the atmosphere and artistic conception in the field, countless sons stopped in mid-air with fine wine in their hands, and the folding fans shaken by countless talents were put away, and all the faces were confused, with a look of fascination, even Xiao Crazy Zuoming was no exception.

The next moment, Xiao Lang's body stopped, his face became stunned, he took a sip, and sighed faintly: "There is a beautiful woman in the north, peerless and independent. One look at the city, and then look at the country. Rather than know the city and the country, beautiful women are hard to come by!"

A poem "Biography of Relatives" written by Li Yannian for his sister made all the women's eyes blurred, their faces were as red as flowers, and their expressions were intoxicated, and it also made the eyes of countless talented sons show a look of joy and yearning.

What kind of woman is she?

Many women's eyes were confused for a while, and they were extremely curious, who was the beautiful woman in Xiao Lang's mouth? Can he be praised for making such a peerless poem? There are also many young ladies who substitute themselves, their eyes are full of spring, surging.

Xiao Lang's eyes swept towards Dongfang Hongdou, and saw that there was no resentment on her face, and her eyes were blurred and obviously still silent in the peerless poems just now.

He had a plan, decided to add a fire, and casually said: "Red beans are born in the south, and a few branches will be sent in spring." May you pick more, this thing is the most lovely..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly woke up and found that something was wrong!

Really!

Dongfang Hongdou's face immediately turned red, and countless women's eyes immediately drifted to Dongfang Hongdou, and their eyes showed jealousy. Everyone was extremely curious about who the woman who was alluring the city and the country just now? Didn't Xiao Lang's "Acacia" by Wang Wei clearly say that the woman was Dongfang Red Bean?

The courtyard of the Oriental family is in the south of the city, and the red beans are born in the south, and this thing is the most lovesick...

Isn't this naming Xiao Lang for falling in love with Oriental red beans?

Seeing the countless resentful eyes swept over the field, even Yun Zishan's beautiful eyes had a faint look of jealousy, Dongfang Hongdou was even more ashamed, lowered his eyebrows, his face was flushed, he had long forgotten the purpose of his coming here...

Xiao Lang was a little stunned, now it's big, it's big...

"Ahem, the five poems are done, urgency, I'll go and shh first, if you don't feel satisfied, I'll stab you a few more times when you turn around, flash!"

Xiao Lang arched his hand, smeared oil on the soles of his feet, and slipped away directly towards the side door. There were so many people in the audience, but none of them said anything to stay, they all pondered silently, recalling Xiao Lang's "casually" composed five masterpieces that are enough to last forever.

"Hahaha, good poems, good poems, I can listen to a song in the world without regrets, and today I can hear five poems when I am drunk, when I am drunk, I will drink!"

One of the geniuses at the top of the table burst out laughing, and then picked up the jar and drank continuously. A jar of wine was poured down by him, and finally he fell directly to the ground drunk, laughing non-stop, talking nonsense, and constantly saying good poems and good poems...

A talented man who wrote poetry just now stood up with a lonely face, threw the folding fan in his hand, and sighed: "Xiao Lang Gongzi is a great talent, I am ashamed to read the sage books for so many years." I, Fu Chuixue, gave up my literature and followed Rong today, and I will no longer study, and I will go to the north tomorrow, and I am willing to die on the battlefield and repay the country with death!"

After saying that, this man ignored everyone's eyes and walked straight out, his back was lonely and depressed, which made people feel sad.

"Lang Gongzi is a great talent, it is better to be ashamed of himself, and he will no longer write poems, you are ashamed, he will leave and go back to introspection first!"

Before the shock of everyone disappeared, the first son of the rebel family suddenly stood up, dropped a bombshell again, and then floated away, making the audience look at each other.

A few poems actually made a talented man want to get drunk to death, let a person abandon literature and follow Rong, and let the anti-canggong, who was extremely talented in the imperial capital, not write poems?

Xiao Mad and Zuo Ming were full of sighs, they were both half a bucket of water, of course they didn't understand how much these quatrains of Xiao Lang's previous life touched these conceited and talented people.

Cha Mu's smile is bright, Yun Zi's eyes are as bright as stars, the eastern red beans are full of red clouds, Zuo Xi is in a trance, countless young ladies have misty eyes, and countless sons are crazy with jealousy.

This night.

A wealthy son who walked out of the recklessness.

Once again, he moved the imperial capital, but he shocked the world with his talent!

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[Author's digression]: A few idle words!

Recently, book fans have made a title for the hardcore book fans of the demon night - the demon god guard _xx

Seem... It feels like a bull's fork.

Hardcore book fans who can change their vests change their names, and it's very domineering to pull out a row like this.

Well, the Demon God Guard is mighty!

In addition, thank you to my alliance leader Demon God, Elder Rebel Cang, Chamu and others for their tips!

It seems that more than 25 chapters didn't explode on the day it was put on the shelves.,I'm sorry for you!