Huang Xiaolong's casual chant was not a well-known masterpiece, but an obscene poem that circulated on the earth's network. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

He was purely trying to spoof Yuan Yanfang and improvise.

As soon as this poem came out, everyone in the hall was at a loss, and they didn't react for a while, and they all frowned and thought hard.

"Hmm, this is a ditch three feet above the ground?" Yuan Yanfang also chewed and read repeatedly.

At this time, Huang Xiaolong's live broadcast room was full of '66666666'

"Hold a grass! Ugly brother, awesome! It's awesome! Nima's meat - jokes are out...... I'm convinced!"

Hahahaha, I saw Iwakata come to wash my hair? Didn't this Nima compare Iwakata to a handful...... Hahahaha, let me laugh a little longer!"

"Ugly brother, I'm drinking water, and as soon as your poem came out, I sprayed it on the display screen. Talented!"

"I only serve ugly brothers in the world. ”

"What, hehehehe, I'm a child, ugly brother, this poem is very rhyming, why are you laughing so spicy? What does this poem mean?"

"Child, you're not suitable for watching the live broadcast of the ugly brother, you better go home and wash and sleep. ”

"This ...... Is that the groin? That's not right, there should be two. ”

"Hehehehe, the baby can also compose poems - people are in people, meat is in meat, in and out, and there is endless fun. ”

"Ugly brother, I see that you are already such a thick and big snake, and we don't need to add enough to you, these literati can't play with you. ”

......

Inside the hall, the atmosphere of silence was broken after a dozen breaths.

"Poof~~~~~" A black-clothed scribe burst out laughing directly.

And then—

"Hahaha~~~~~~~ this... This... This...... This is amazing!hahahaha!"

Laugh!

Someone was already out of breath laughing and slapped his thigh.

That Yuan Yanfang still had a bit of knowledge and culture, and he finally understood the meaning of Huang Xiaolong's poem, and his face was flushed, and the blue tendons on his forehead were sudden, and he was trembling with anger. "How can this be reasonable! It's just too much of a deception! You! You! You put this son ...... You...... You have compared this son to ...... Compare it to that pickled thing!"

"It's insulting!

"I thought this person was really good at reciting poetry, it turned out to be a flow-embryo!"

"Are all warriors so filthy?"

......

Over there, Murong Ye of the Divine Sword Villa breathed a sigh of relief. Originally, when he heard that Huang Xiaolong boasted that he could compose poems, and he looked confident, he almost believed it, and his heart was uneasy, lest Huang Xiaolong's poems be amazing, win the favor of Mrs. Tang and the Seventh Princess, and come out on top, but now that Huang Xiaolong is here, Murong Ye is also completely relieved, shaking his head and laughing. "That's a bit of a mouthful......"

Besides, Mrs. Tang was already laughing and trembling, but she seemed to be more interested in Huang Xiaolong, looking at Huang Xiaolong's eyes, there was a bit of silky charm.

"A ditch three feet above the ground, water flows all year round...... What kind of ditch is this? Why is it three feet above the ground?" the seventh princess had a serious expression on her face, "This poem is rhymed, vivid, and lifelike—but it is also too obscure, and it is difficult to understand ......."

"Mrs. Tang, there is a ditch three feet above the ground, what kind of ditch is it, why did Mr. Iwakata go to wash his hair?" The seventh princess asked Mrs. Tang for advice seriously, and her beautiful face was full of curiosity.

"Poof~~~~~~~" Mrs. Tang collapsed, and then put Tankou to the ear of the seventh princess, and explained it in a grunt.

"Ahh......h You...... You ......"

"Okay, okay, Seventh Princess, Huang Gongzi's poems, although some of that... Giggle...... Some of that, however, are a little talented, and besides, this poem is quite vivid..."Mrs. Tang smiled and admonished.

At this moment, when the scene was chaotic, Murong Ye stood up and seemed to be unable to hold back. He shook the folding fan in his hand and smiled. "Brother Huang, today's banquet held by Mrs. Tang and the Seventh Princess is mainly based on poetry, Brother Huang's temperament seems to be a bit of a game and uninhibited, but the poems are always elegant, and they are a warm medicine for cultivating sentiment. The poems written by Brother Huang are funny and can make people laugh, but it is too much, it is counterproductive, burning the piano and cooking cranes, and it is not good to spoil everyone's Yaxing. Brother Huang, please sit down. ”

Murong Ye's words seemed peaceful, but in fact, he was secretly belittling Huang Xiaolong's vulgarity, and he successfully shifted the attention of the whole hall to him.

"Hey...... Brother Murong can also compose poems?" Huang Xiaolong laughed dryly, his eyes purred a few times, and he couldn't bear it, and sat down.

"Fellow book friends, I think everyone can see that this product is quite ambitious for Mrs. Tang and the Seventh Princess, and now it jumps out, just to be in the limelight, and I guess that this product still has a bit of dry goods in its stomach, but ...... I don't believe he can beat us! Let's not rush, and watch and see what tricks he wants. ”

Murong Ye smiled noncommittally at Huang Xiaolong, and then no longer looked at Huang Xiaolong, but turned his gaze to Madam Tang and the Seventh Princess. "Mrs. Tang, the Seventh Princess, is in the Murong Night of the Divine Sword Villa. ”

Murong Ye's appearance is indeed high to a certain level, purely in terms of appearance and temperament, it is indeed outstanding among all the men in the hall, so that Mrs. Tang, who was very interested in Huang Xiaolong just now, at this moment, transferred all her interest to Murong Ye, a pair of Jianshui autumn pupils, shining.

Even the Seventh Princess, when she looked at Murong Ye, had a slight sense of goodwill.

Murong Ye was slightly happy in his heart, he has always been extremely confident in his charm, in the past, all the women he fancied were all at will, and he loved him like crazy, and he couldn't extricate himself. Now, with his intuition, Murong Ye has already noticed that Mrs. Tang and the Seventh Princess have developed a different degree of affection for him!

'Huh...... Mrs. Tang, the Seventh Princess, is just a woman, as long as it is a woman, who can resist the charm of my Murong Ye? I want all the beautiful women in the Imperial City of the Indian Kingdom to fall into the whirlpool of my love, including that—the third princess of the Martial King!"

"Master Murong, please have something to say..."Mrs. Tang said coquettishly.

"Martial artists, who have been immersed in martial arts all their lives, it is indeed difficult to have leisure to study poetry and songs, but there are exceptions to everything. Murong Ye smiled gracefully, which made people heartbroken, "I don't dare to say that I am both civil and military, but in terms of poetry, I also have some insights." Today, Mr. Iwagata and the String Moon Sect's... Oh, with Brother Huang, he has written poems, throwing bricks and attracting jade, and he will come to have a fun in the next, so he will invite Mrs. Tang and the Seventh Princess to come up with a topic, and then offer ugliness and improvise a poem, I don't know what Mrs. Tang and the Seventh Princess think?"

"Hmm!" the seventh princess nodded heavily, her beautiful eyes shining in the bright sun. "Mrs. Tang, you come up with a topic. ”

Mrs. Tang's eyes rippled, and she pouted and thought for a few breaths before she said. "Our daughter's family, what we are most afraid of is the passing of Fanghua, the old people are yellow, every time I remember this, I can't help but cry...... Ask Murong Gongzi to compose a poem on the topic of time and youth. ”

This topic is not something that Mrs. Tang is talking about, but because of feelings. Although she is glamorous in the imperial city, she is already the age of a young woman after all, and she is no longer a young woman like the seventh princess. It is understandable to moan a few words of lost youth without illness.

After finishing the question, Mrs. Tang hurt herself, her face was gloomy, and her tearful appearance was really pitiful, so that the men in the hall couldn't help but feel pity, and they wanted to take it into their arms and love her.

"Damn, a young woman is a young woman, with a smile and a cheek, they are invisibly hooking men...... This Mrs. Tang is estimated to be in bed and can serve men to heaven. Huang Xiaolong muttered to the millions of book friends in the live broadcast room, and then said solemnly. "Brothers and sisters, everyone has heard it! Mrs. Tang's topic has come out, it is about youth and time, I think this is still relatively difficult, I can't figure it out, everyone hurry up and give me advice!"

As soon as he said this, the book friends in the live broadcast room began to work with a sense of mission, and even the barrage news became very rare.

At the same time, that Murong Ye was also silent, his expression seemed to be thinking, his sword eyebrows were slightly frowned, but he was a little bit chic and arrogant like a dog.

All the literati present also put up their manuscripts.

At this time, once you make a poem that satisfies Mrs. Tang and the Seventh Princess, I am afraid that you will have the opportunity to kiss Fangze!

However, this topic is quite difficult, much more difficult than poetry and poetry, and farewell to friends in the landscape and countryside. Most of the literati were sad and miserable.

Dozens of breaths later—

"Uh-huh. Murong Ye chuckled, the expression on his face stretched, and he nodded as if he was in his chest. "Fortunately, Mrs. Tang, the seventh princess, made a small poem with the theme of time and youth, so please taste it. ”

"I'm listening. The Seven Princesses smiled brightly, like a hundred flowers blooming.

"Murong Gongzi come quickly, the concubine can't wait!" The anticipation on Mrs. Tang's face was like flowing water, and the uproar was about to drip down.

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