Bang, the wide round table in Tianzi No. 1 was hammered down by an old man's palm, neither light nor heavy, and the dishes and wine glasses trembled slightly. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Look in the mirror and see gray hair...... It's my fault that I forgot the rumors of Mrs. Han's old man, so that I was crushed, and I made a mistake, a mistake!" At the round table, Tao Lao, who was wrapped in a scarf on his head, looked remorseful and unwilling.

Yes, Bangyan's poem that uses things as a metaphor for people and has the essence of sycophant kung fu is precisely from the hands of this old Tao. As for Ye Xi's white hair in the mirror, although Han Taifu did not say it explicitly, the last act he read out was undoubtedly announcing his status as the champion of this round.

One is the champion, the other is the leader, and the winner is clear.

Of course, not everyone will value this, and the young man surnamed Tian next to him said disapprerovitically: "What kind of champion and leader, wouldn't it be good if you could be promoted?"

Tao Lao shook his head again and again: "It's not like that, I lost, I lost on my ideas......"

The inside story is indeed not so simple, and only people like Tao Lao, who have been immersed in poetry all their lives, will clearly understand the difference between the two poems.

It's not bad at the level, at least in Tao Lao's opinion, that's right. He felt that he had lost in the idea of the pattern, and after seeing the title of the poem, he only blindly thought about how to make the sycophants more advanced and more obscure, which was also the practice of the public, but because of this, he forgot about the life experience of Mrs. Han, political ambitions, etc., and the gap in the pattern widened......

I have to admit that Tao Lao's idea can't be wrong. To some extent, the novelty of innovation and creativity will indeed take advantage of the perception of the novelty...... Among the flowery sycophancy articles, Ye Xi's new path and even a little pity and ridicule in the mirror to see the gray hair, which can be called a clear stream. It's like a firefly in the night, it's so dazzling that it's hard to ignore......

Maybe this was not Ye Xi's original intention, after all, he couldn't know how others would write it, but the actual situation now is that his poem that sees gray hair in the mirror and is quite scheming to use the remaining twenty sycophant poems as stepping stones and reach the top in one fell swoop.

He got up, arched his hand facing the top position, and said categorically: "Yan Shao, I ask to continue to play in the third round!"

Since ancient times, there is no first place in literature, and there is no second in martial arts. What's more, at the moment, this is not losing at the level, but losing at the difference of one thought, so Tao Lao is naturally unwilling.

However, looking at his old friend who was quite excited, Xiao Lao on the side couldn't help but shake his head slightly. He didn't doubt his old friend's poetic attainments, but as an outsider, he could also see clearly that it was not so simple to see gray hair in the mirror.

The reason is very simple, even if you take advantage of the idea, but if the writing is not good enough, then how can you be pushed by Mrs. Han as the champion?

Of course, these thoughts would only linger in Xiao Lao's heart, but he would not say it. First, it is because of their decades of friendship, and secondly, Xiao Lao also knows very well that the reason why his old friend is so excited now is also because he won the champion in the first round. In fact, the list can also be promoted, but everything is afraid of comparison, isn't it?

"What, Tao Lao still wants to have fun?" Yan Shao didn't look affected by the example, chuckling, and his attitude was still polite.

Someone next to him remembered something, and interjected: "In the third round, Mrs. Han seems to have only one promotion place, right?" Oh, Tao Lao, don't get me wrong, I don't believe you are old, I just want to...... Well, can you be a little safer? After all, it is about Yan Shao's beautiful plan. ”

Tao Lao's face turned pale instantly when he heard this, and then turned purple again, his lips trembled slightly, and he reluctantly said: "It's old and incompetent, and it affects ......."

Yan Shao waved his hand to interrupt, "It's serious, what is Tao Lao talking about, your old talent's talent is obvious to all, and I also trust it very much." After a little silence, he arched his hand and said, "That's it, since Tao Lao still wants to play, then this third battle will be please." ”

The words fell and raised the wine glass to signal, and did it first as a respect. At the same time, the corner of his eye swept his eyes at a middle-aged guard guarding the door, who bowed his head slightly and pushed the door out quietly.

Tao Lao didn't notice these small movements, he was raising his wine glass excitedly at this time, and there was a boiling blood in his chest called the death of a confidant, the old man's face was flushed, and he couldn't help bowing down to thank him: "Thank you, thank you Yan Shao!"

"It should be me who thank Tao Laocai, and Xiao Lao, if there is no help from the two of you, I don't have the ability to write poetry...... Haha, come, everyone will fill up the wine, and join me in toasting Xiao Lao and Tao Lao!"

Compared with the rather complicated atmosphere here, the Tianzi No. 3 room next door is much purer. It was as if the circumstances of the first round had reversed, and now it was the turn to cheer and celebrate.

"Champion, champion, we are champions! haha......"

"The champion is Brother Ye, Pan Er, how happy are you?"

"All the same, all the same. Everyone is a student of the Yellow Seal Class, and they are all prosperous, what are they sharing with each other!haha...... Come, which girls were studying ink for my brother Ye just now? Forget it, my lord is happy today, and they are all rewarded!"

Needless to say, there will be such a local tyrant who can naturally only be Pan Fatzi, generously sending silver tickets, listening to the coquettish shouts of the Qinglou women who came around, his eyes were happy into a thin line, and he was about to laugh into Maitreya Buddha.

In comparison, Ye Xi and Qin Hanbing were much calmer, not unhappy, but still immersed in a little fearful aftertaste.

The first one who saw the gray hair in the mirror just now was really gambling, just like stepping on a tightrope, either passing through it safely, or falling directly to his death, there was no third choice.

Fortunately, they were lucky, or more precisely, Qin Hanbing's intelligence was powerful enough, and they finally let them touch the pulse of that Han Taifu, and one arrow hit the bull's-eye.

"The rumors are true, it seems that Mrs. Han was indeed forced to get old, so it's no wonder that after he came to Nightfall City, he either sent his affection to the mountains and rivers, or he was in the dust," Qin Hanbing shook his head thoughtfully and sighed.

These have nothing to do with Ye Xi, he still cares more about what the next question is, whether he is sure of what he said before depends on whether Mrs. Han is blind or not, this is not a joke, there are so many sages in the world to support him, Ye Xi's confidence is really enough.

Of course, there is an early stage for this, that is, the topic should not be strange......

I don't know if Su Niannian heard Ye Xi's secret prayer, the third round of questions finally changed back to normal style, and it was still one word-love!

Ye Xi was stunned as usual, but this time it was not that he couldn't write, but the countless poems that flashed in his mind in an instant, so he really didn't know who to choose for a while.

To be reasonable, this subject matter is really broad and very simple. As long as it is a person, who does not have seven emotions and six desires? There are also saints, so there are many classic poems about love for five thousand years.

Of course, in the current environment, the scope of this love word is limited. After all, the beauty is current, if you still feel the love of landscapes, flowers and plants at this time, etc., then even if the writing is good and brilliant, you will be pressed a hat that does not understand the style.

There is no doubt that this love can only be written about the love between men and women.

Although the subject matter is limited, Ye Xi still has no pressure. Do you know why the ancient literati were called sautsmen again? Well, this sao is really not the other one. However, in Ye Xi's opinion, there is no difference between the two, I don't believe you to count how many literati have never set foot in the land of Golan in their lives throughout the ages, and the answer is very few. If you count how many psalms there are about the women of the fence, the answer is a sea of smoke!

It was with this in mind, and then thinking of the current environment, Ye Xi instantly knew whose work he should choose, and without hesitation, he wrote down three big words - butterfly love flower.

......

"Leaning on the dangerous building, the wind is fine, looking at the extreme spring sorrow, and the sky is gloomy. In the grass-colored smoke and afterglow, there is no word who will rely on the column. I plan to get drunk with the madness, and I sing about the wine, and the strong music is tasteless. The belt gradually widened and did not regret it, and made people haggard for Yixiao...... I don't regret the gradual widening of the belt, and I will make people haggard for Yixiao......"

On the middle platform of the stairs, putting down the paper in his hand, Mrs. Han couldn't help but sigh loudly, and the aftermath was endless, as if there was a faint sadness spreading in the air.

Inside and outside the lobby, pins can be heard. Whether it is a Confucian official, a merchant squire, or just a prostitute accompanying the wine, they all took off their external expression masks, were stunned, and remained silent.

Man is still an emotional creature after all, no matter how cold-blooded or cruel he is.

Parting from love and asking for it is the second of the eight sufferings of the world. From emperors and generals to ordinary people, who has not been crazy about love? Who has not died and lived for love? It's just limited to literary cultivation, and many people don't know how to express it, so they can only sigh and give up. Now this butterfly love flower has appeared, which analyzes the infatuation and pain of love in front of people like a cow, and the resonance it arouses is extraordinary.

After a long taste, the silence was finally broken by Mrs. Han, a fair person in the competition, glanced at the No. 3 room upstairs, and sighed lightly: "I often hear people's words, those who are most affectionate and sexual, will be lonely, and when the world is very miserable, their lives are different from ordinary people." The **** of the laity, every exhaustive appearance, will want spring, light, cha, epsom, bee dish is fun, Wushan clouds and rain are happy, sweet words are common. Only the most affectionate and affectionate people always have a compassionate heart, many feelings and easy to be sad, and many feelings and pain...... I announce that the third round will be promoted to poetry, Butterfly Love Flower!"

Syllable...... Bang Bang ...... Bang Bang Bang ......

I don't know who was the first to spontaneously clap his hands, and then the scattered applause turned into a joint thunder, and even some people with rich feelings such as some Qinglou women, while applauding, they couldn't help but raise their hands to wipe the corners of their eyes, and they didn't know what they thought, that is, laughing and crying, that is, happy and sad.

On the stage, Su Niannian was also applauding, the light veil on her chest rose and fell slightly, and she looked quite excited. There is indeed a reason to be excited, not to mention anything else, just this one poem, Su Niannian's name, will be completely launched in the fireworks of the night city.

Upstairs, Pan Fatzi hugged Ye Xi's arm: "Brother Ye! From today on, you will be my own brother! Little brother, my future life happiness will depend entirely on you!"

"No problem, isn't it just a love poem. Ye Xi took care of everything, "Let's say, Xia Lian and Zhu Wan'e in the class, which one do you like?"

"Uh, can the grade be a little higher?"

Ye Xi was surprised: "A little higher, except for these two people, the youngest people in the class are all women...... Oh, I understand, it turns out that you are so good, easy to say. ”

“......”

This is naturally a joke, but with this, you can also feel the relaxed mood of Ye Xi and the others now. Half of them will be eliminated in this round, and there will only be five people left, and then there will be the finals, as long as they win one more game, they will be able to officially contact Su Niannian.

However, sorrow and joy have always been relative, and compared to them, Yan Shao's side is naturally not very beautiful.

"Lost...... Unexpectedly...... Lost again......" Just like the violent mood fluctuations from the previous Chengzhu in the chest to the slight frustration and then to the current discouragement, the current Tao Lao can no longer sit at the table and taste the wine, but stands behind the window with a rickety figure, his green tendons and ten fingers are firmly buckled into the wooden board along the window, and he stares blankly at Mrs. Han who announced the results below, his face is full of disbelief.

Xiao Lao, who was dressed in a green robe, sighed lightly when he saw this, patted this old friend with a strong sense of victory and defeat, and comforted: "Don't worry too much, take care of your body......"

Before the words fell, there was a snap, and the palm of his hand was slapped open, but when he saw that Tao Lao Huo had to turn around, his eyes were faintly red, and he roared wildly: "Why do you lose? How can I lose? Impossible, this is impossible!"

"Brother Tao?"

"Tao Lao, what are you doing?"

"Haha...... Lost, lost, in vain I spent all day long, thinking I was knowledgeable, I never thought that now I would be defeated in the hands of an unknown person, haha, cough, ridiculous, ridiculous...... Ahem...... Poof!"

Under the stunned gaze of everyone, the crazy Tao Lao suddenly opened his mouth and spewed out a large blood mist after coughing violently, and the rich smell of blood filled every corner of the room in an instant.

"Ahh......h

In the exclamations one after another, Yan Shao, who was sitting in the top position, didn't see much mood swings, just frowned slightly, and waved his hand lightly outside the door: "Come on, Tao Lao is a little unwell, you can send him back." ”

As soon as the words fell, several burly men dressed as family guards rushed into the house, simply held down Tao Lao, who was constantly struggling and screaming, and walked out of the door.

The matter has come to this point, and Xiao Lao, who came with Tao Lao, has no face to stay any longer, and he can't rest assured that he is an old friend, so he said goodbye to Yan Shao bitterly: "I am extremely ashamed, and I also have the trust of Yan Shao, so it is better to leave." ”

"Xiao Lao is not in a hurry. Yan Shao waved his hand indifferently, "Tao Lao has someone to take care of him, nothing can happen, Xiao Lao, you can't go too." ”

"But it's useless for me to stay here......"

"Who said useless. Yan Shao stretched out his hand and pointed out the window, and said calmly, "The last round of competition is still waiting for Xiao Lao to show your skills, so how can you give up halfway?"

"The last round, haven't we been ......" The words paused, Xiao Lao suddenly understood something, and then looked at Yan Shao, who was calm and calm, and unconsciously felt a little chill in his heart.

"It seems that Xiao Lao has thought of it, very good. It's just a small way to prevent accidents, so don't worry about it. In fact, I gave Tao Lao a chance, but he didn't grasp it himself, so I had to arrange it myself. ”

Spread his hands, and then Yan Shao raised his wine glass, still with that sincere appearance with a smile, "Please." ”

............ (To be continued.) )