Seeing that the whiteboard could even memorize poems, Su Yi was surprised: "Oh, it's okay, I can memorize Tang poems!"

"That's a must, that's right," the whiteboard flapped its wings and flew to the counter in front of Su Yi, and said excitedly: "Xiao Suzi, I studied Tang poetry during this time and discovered a secret, do you want to hear it?"

"What's the secret?"

"The people of the Tang Dynasty are terrible!"

Su Yi was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly realized, and said with contempt: "You say yes, literati, don't talk if you don't understand, that's a kind of praise for ancient literati." ”

"That's different," the whiteboard shook his little head like a wave drum, "the kind of slut I'm talking about is what you call stinky shamelessness now!"

"......." Su Yi looked confused, he didn't know what kind of nerves the demon was making on the tabula rasa, so he stopped and asked with interest: "Tell me, why are the people of the Tang Dynasty shameless?"

"There are poems to prove it. ”

"What poem?"

"Hoe He!"

Su Yi was stunned again, and silently recited this famous poem in China, which is well-known to all ages in China, and frowned: "Is there anything wrong? This poem is about the difficulty of farmers farming, and persuades people to cherish food and not waste it." ”

"Stupid," the whiteboard looked at the doorway and whispered, "What you see is only the surface meaning, but there are too many hidden things in this poem." ”

"What's there?" Su Yi's curiosity was completely aroused.

"Want to hear it?"

"Love to say it or not, don't say get out!" Su Yi has never been impatient with the whiteboard, so he turned his head with a broom and left.

"Okay, okay, I'll tell you, this is what I just discovered, and I don't tell him about ordinary people. ”

"Don't talk nonsense, do you want to talk about it?" Su Yi raised the broom with his hand.

"I said, in fact, hoe He is a person's name. The whiteboard said urgently.

"Name?" Su Yi said angrily, "Are you starting to talk nonsense again?"

Seeing that Su Yi was about to move, the whiteboard was so anxious that he swung his wings: "Don't worry, listen to me!"

"Forget it, I won't sell you any more," Seeing that Su Yi's patience was almost at the limit, the whiteboard sighed, "I don't need to explain the special meaning of the word 'day' in your daily life. ”

"......" Su Yi was speechless, this is really a dirty bird, its dirty little head is associated with that aspect from time to time, Su Yi believes that if it is sent to Japan, with its IQ and full of dirty thoughts, it may be able to kill Amaterasu and become a protector bird.

"Okay, you don't have to answer, just by looking at your expression, I can understand," the whiteboard glanced at Su Yi, and then said:

"Then it's easy to explain, you listen carefully to my reading, hoeing the day of the afternoon, sweat drops, and the soil, who knows that the Chinese food on the plate, the grains are hard. That is to say, hoeing He, the beast, harmed five girls, and these five girls were called Dangwu, sweat drops, soil, Chinese food on the plate, and grains. ”

Before Su Yi could speak, the voice of the whiteboard suddenly became excited: "This kind of thing that people and gods are angry about, the author of this poem not only did not stop it, but wrote it, let these five girls still live, is he still a human being? Isn't it a stinky shameless moral degradation? I seriously doubt that this author is involved in this matter, and he should be scolded through the ages!"

Finally, in Su Yi's dull gaze, the tabula rasa sighed, "Alas, I don't know what happened to those five poor girls in the end?"

"You fuck me off!" Su Yi really couldn't listen to it anymore, he waved his broom and pumped it towards the whiteboard, paralyzed, a good poem was misinterpreted like this by this filthy bird, you are fucking angry, it's okay, it's just a scourge song, and now it's getting worse to scourge ancient poems.

"What are you anxious about? Could that hoe He have anything to do with your family?" How could the tabula rasa be beaten by Su Yi, his wings flew to the top of the cabinet, and he screamed: "Let me tell you, this is definitely not an exception, and the bright moonlight in front of the bed, and that Che Zhen, it is enough to show that there are many scum in the Tang Dynasty!"

"What Che Zhen?" Su Yi, who was so angry that his face turned pale, just raised the broom, and suddenly heard the whiteboard say Che Zhen, and couldn't help but be stunned, Che Zhen is an alternative passion that has only been spread in recent years, what does it have to do with the ancients?

Seeing that Su Yi was stunned again, the tabula rasa said with disdain: "It's terrible to have no culture, it's the one who stops and sits in love with Fenglin Night, not what Che Zhen is, the leaves of the trees are dyed red, livestock!"

"My day, is that a good sitting? Not to do it!" Su Yi was almost driven crazy by the whiteboard.

"Don't explain, I understand," the whiteboard waved his wings and shouted, "It must be that stinky and shameless Du Mu who is afraid of being arrested by the government, so he uses homophony." ”

Su Yi: "I ......" The broom in his hand was raised suddenly. At the same time, the whiteboard sees that the situation is not good, and its two wings are folded, ready to flee at any time.

After a while, Su Yi sighed, threw the broom to the wall, looked at the whiteboard and snorted coldly: "I'm too lazy to fight with you, you little broken bird knows the poetry of a fart!"

"Hey, look down on Lao Tzu, right?" the whiteboard was unhappy, "Come on, let's fight poetry, bet two catties of salmon, do you dare?" The whiteboard has been a little tired of eating Jiwei shrimp at Song Zhengming's recently, and he wants to change his taste, but recently Song Zhengming has been busy with a case and can't take care of the whiteboard at all, so he hit the idea to the old club.

"Okay, but I want to ask," Su Yi glanced up and down at the whiteboard, "If you lose, what will you buy salmon?"

"Stingy," the whiteboard shouted: "Don't worry, yours are indispensable, if Lao Tzu loses, no matter who you see in the sub-bureau, as long as you report Lao Tzu's name, you can pay the bill!"

The whiteboard is not a big deal, after a few cases, it can be said that it has become a baby bump in the Jinyang Branch, not to mention Song Zhengming, and now even the director Gao Zhiping has to greet him with a smile when he sees the whiteboard.

"That's okay," there is no business anyway, so let's tease the bird to relieve boredom, Su Yi pulled over the recliner and lay down, lit a cigarette, "Let's start." ”

"In order to prove that I am awesome, let you make a question, if you don't get it right, I will lose. The whiteboard said proudly, with a picture of victory in hand.

"Alright, listen to the question: the flying stream goes straight down to three thousand feet. ”

The whiteboard didn't think twice: "It's not as good as Wang Lun to send me love." ”

Su Yi's mouth opened all of a sudden, "Wang Yuan jumped off the cliff?"

"Don't worship brother, go on. The whiteboard urged.

"Go on your uncle, you're not right at all, the last sentence of your sentence is that the Peach Blossom Lake is a thousand feet deep, okay?" Su Yi sneered: "Don't grind, two catties of salmon, hurry up and let someone from your bureau send it." ”

"Isn't that right?" The whiteboard didn't expect the first one to be wrong, and flapped his wings to hide his embarrassment, "Paralyzed, the three hundred Tang poems that Lao Song bought must be pirated." ”

"I'll give you this illiterate free science popularization," finally grasped the shortcomings of the whiteboard, of course Su Yi would not let go of the opportunity to ridicule it, "Although these two poems were written by Li Bai, one is in Taohuatan in southern Anhui, and the other is in Lushan, the time is different, the place is different, and it is simply not related." ”

When the whiteboard heard this, instead of being frustrated, his small black pearl-like eyes lit up: "You didn't say that I almost forgot one thing about Lushan." ”

"What's the matter?" Su Yi wondered.

The wings of the tabula rasa flew down from the cabinet and leaned towards Su Yi's side, "You read a lot, is there any record in your history of what happened to the girl who took the incense burner?

"Purple smoke?...... Your uncle, can you stain it again!" Su Yi reacted suddenly, and while scolding, he took a fly swatter and pumped it to the whiteboard, so frightened that the whiteboard flew back to the cabinet, and even then his mouth was not idle: "So this Tang Dynasty person is too shameless, especially this surnamed Li, who is still bright moonlight in front of the bed, and stinks ...... rogue

"Okay, okay, stop, next song, next song. Su Yi hurriedly stopped, he could see that this tabula rasa had a grudge against the poets of the Tang Dynasty and a big enmity with Li Bai.