Jiang Miaoyu walked to the bookcase, picked up the brush, and waited for Jiang Sun Che to compose a poem.

Jiang Sunche sat back in his chair and closed his eyes in thought.

'Which one should you memorize?' Spring sleep is not aware, mosquito bites everywhere? Or do you not know who cut out the thin leaves, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors? Oops, there is too much knowledge, and it is difficult to choose. ’

"Tick."

A drop of water dropped on Jiang Sun Che's face.

When he opened his eyes, he found that at some point, dark clouds hung in the sky, and a spring rain came quietly.

The master in the distance had already prepared, and hurriedly beckoned the guards to set up the shed.

"Is Jiang Gongzi going to think about it all the time? If you can't write a good poem, you should admit defeat as soon as possible, this spring rain is also at the right time, you can take advantage of this spring rain to brush your boots. Fan Tong said.

"Hehe, it's so beautiful." Jiang Sun Che flicked his sleeves and came to Jiang Miaoyu's side.

"Listen, this first song is called spring rain, and the first sentence, spring rain is as expensive as oil."

Jiang Miaoyu wrote the first sentence on rice paper.

The crowd of onlookers outside let out a sigh of disappointment.

Tao Shou heard this first sentence from a distance, his brows furrowed, although this first sentence is simple and easy to understand, but it is not very clever, and even has a bit of limerick flavor.

He looked at Jiang Sun Che, "How are you going to write about this spring rain?" ’

The ladies in the teahouse were also talking.

"This first sentence is a little ......," Tao Youqin was a little surprised.

"Something? Isn't that pretty well written? Huang Meiyu asked.

"Let you practice less and read more, do you still think this first sentence is good?" Qi Lingqiao said beside him.

"Plain and simple, isn't it?" Huang Meiyu didn't care about Qi Ling's words.

Tao Youqin explained, "The first sentence of a poem is very important, and it is generally necessary to set the style and style in the first sentence, of course, it does not exclude the writing method of suppressing first and then promoting, but the first sentence of the husband, the meaning of the limerick poem is a little too strong, the words are casual, the language is slang, not like the orthodox verses, elegant and subtle, and the artistic conception is profound." ”

Huang Meiyu blinked, "Sister Youqin, you're so right. ”

"You didn't understand at all, did you?" Qi dexterously stuck a knife next to him.

"Understood, understood." Huang Meiyu walked to Qi Lingqiao's side with a smile and hugged her, making Qi Lingqiao almost suffocated.

"Okay, okay, you understand, you understand." Qi dexterous and soft.

When Fan Tong heard this, he showed an expression that was really like this, "Jiang Gongzi is really brilliant in writing, and the first sentence is 'earth-shattering and crying ghosts and gods'." ”

Jiang Miaoyu's face was ugly, "Have you thought about it well!" I knew I wrote it myself! ”

"Down all over the ground." Jiang Sun Che was not affected in the slightest.

Hearing this second sentence, the crowd shouted angrily, "This is a limerick!" ”

"I'll just say how Jiang Sun Che can write poems, Yong Ge and Qing Ping must have copied it!"

"Alas, my face in Bei'an has been lost today."

"This guy! I don't want to be ashamed, and I will be affected by Beianguo! It's a shame that he's still the son of a great general! ”

"National thief!"

"Yes, that's right, it's a national thief!"

In the teahouse, the ladies stopped talking and fell silent, Qi Lingqiao didn't know what to say, and the other ladies also had different faces, some sighed, some were ashamed, and some couldn't bear to look at them directly.

Only Tao Youqin's face has not changed, she is still full of confidence in Jiang Sunche, she had chatted with Jiang Sunche for one night, she believes that Jiang Sunche is definitely not copying poems, he has real talent and learning, but I don't know what the purpose of writing such a limerick poem is.

"Haha, does Jiang Gongzi want to continue?" Fan Tong burst out laughing.

"The foot of the rice bucket slid down, and passers-by laughed at the ball." Jiang Sun Che said the last two sentences with a calm expression.

Fan Tong's laughter stopped abruptly, and the crowd of onlookers seemed to have their throats stuck.

"He deliberately wrote a limerick poem to scold Fan Tong?"

"Looks like so."

"But you can be angry like this, but you can't win against Fan Tong."

Fan Tong sneered, "Are you going to use such a limerick poem to win me?" ”

"Change the paper, the second one." Jiang Sun Che ignored Fan Tong and instructed Jiang Miaoyu.

"Huh? Oh good. Jiang Miaoyu was stunned for a moment, and then immediately changed the paper.

Jiang Sun Che turned to face Fan Tong, "I just said, this is the first song, and the following is the second song." ”

"People are idle, osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and the spring mountains are empty.

The moonrise frightens the mountain birds, and the spring stream sings. ”

"The third one."

"Shengri is looking for Fangsi waterfront, and the boundless scenery is new.

Waiting for leisure to know the east wind side, thousands of purples and thousands of reds are always spring. ”

"The fourth."

"The late days are beautiful, and the spring breeze is fragrant with flowers and plants.

The mud melts and flies the swallows, and the sand warms the mandarin ducks. ”

"Next."

"I don't know when I sleep in spring, and I smell birds everywhere

……”

"Change the paper."

"Jasper is made up of a tree high, and ten thousand green silk threads hang down.

……”

The crowd of onlookers slowly changed from surprise at the beginning, to bewilderment later, and finally expressionless.

"He's here to show off his style, isn't he?"

"He must have made a heart."

"Yes, it must have been done to scare us just now."

"How many are there?" Jiang Sunche kept staring at Fan Tong, and his eyes didn't look elsewhere.

"Sixteen, oh no, that's seventeen when you count that limerick." Jiang Miaoyu hurriedly flipped through a pile of rice paper on the table.

"I don't know if these seventeen songs are enough to win him?" Jiang Sun Che turned his head and asked Tao Shou.

"Hehe, just one song can beat him." Tao Shou's face was ruddy, he smiled and brushed his beard, and his eyes became more and more satisfied when he looked at Jiang Sun Che.

At this time, Fan Tong's face was pale, as if he had lost too much blood.

He kept muttering, "This can't be, it's impossible......"

"Please take off my boots, Rice Bucket." Jiang Sunche sat on the chair and lifted his feet.

"You, this must be fake! You copy poems! Otherwise, why can you write so many supreme masterpieces at one time! Fan Tong trembled his fingers and pointed at Jiang Sun Che.

"Do you love names?" Jiang Sun Che asked him a question that he couldn't beat.

"Love." Fan Tong replied stunned.

"What about you?" Jiang Sunche pointed to a student who was watching.

He also nodded dumbly, "Who doesn't love names?" ”

"How much money are you willing to give up the opportunity to become famous?" Jiang Sunche asked the student.

"Don't give up much, money is only a temporary thing, but fame can be passed down through the ages, and if you have fame, don't you have the opportunity to get money." The student seemed to understand what Jiang Sun Che meant.

"Do you all think like that?" Jiang Sun Che asked everyone on the lookouts.

"Yes!" The crowd shouted in unison.

"Then what fool do you think would give up such a reputation and give me the poems he wrote?" Jiang Sun Che sneered at Fan Tong.

"Then, it may also be that you are oppressing people, threatening other people's lives, and forcing them to write poems for you to copy!" Fan Tong still didn't want to believe it.

"Hehehe, I'm threatening my life, who would write such a good poem to me?

Besides, who can write such poems has not been a writer for decades, and if I were to blackmail them, would no one know? Forget it, I'm too lazy to argue with you, come on, ask Fan Gongzi to brush his boots. Jiang Sun Che gave an order, and the armor soldier in the distance rushed up, took off Jiang Sun Che's boots, and forced them into Fan Tong's hands.