"Don't look at it. Jiang Fang tugged at Li Xi's sleeve: "Don't you want to listen to music? Let's go in quickly." ”

"Brother Jiang, do you really think I just want to listen to a song?" Li Xi stood still, and said with a lewd smile on his face, "It's not a secret, I knew that Zhang Huakui would pick up customers today, so I brought Brother Jiang over to try my luck." ”

Li Xi then pointed to the people around him and whispered: "I have been closed for the past few days, and I have prepared a small poem, if I am lucky enough to win, I can have a private meeting with Oiran." ”

Mom,

is still behind closed doors and does not concentrate on preparation,

As for it?

It really fulfills the old saying - live for x, die for x, and fight for x for a lifetime.

I wanted to pull Li Xi away, but the other party held the pillar next to him with a sincere face and didn't let go, Jiang Fang had to give up his life to accompany the gentleman, but to see what kind of masterpiece these so-called talents in the city could make.

After another moment, when the crowd was a little quieter, a beautiful woman about forty years old walked out of the building, it was Aunt Wang, the shopkeeper of Wangchun Building.

I saw that after Aunt Wang came out, she saw that everyone was looking forward to it, smiled at the corner of her mouth, bent down and saluted and said: "There are all the sons of Lao waiting for you, Miss Zhang said, she doesn't love gold, she only loves Cai-"

Before he could finish speaking, the crowd exploded again.

"I'm the talent that Miss Zhang is looking for!!"

"What you are, what you are!" "Yes!

"It's just me, I am!"

"Oh, you're so enthusiastic. Seeing that everyone was scrambling to be the first to be the first to be the back, the red ears seemed to be humanoid ingots, and Aunt Wang was so happy that she couldn't close her mouth: "Since everyone is so enthusiastic, then our family will not talk nonsense, it is still the previous rule, eight rounds and four unique double kings, whoever wins, who can drink the flower tea made by Miss Zhang herself!"

Taking advantage of the crowd shouting and cheering, Li Xi explained to Jiang Fang the eight rounds of four unique kings.

Everyone is divided into eight regions and four camps, and they fight each other to choose four winners.

The four winners face off in pairs, and the winners join hands to enter the top of Huashan.

In the end, Zhang Huakui personally made the question, and the first of the two to pass the test wins, if they don't pass, then just get off work to rest.

"It's very difficult. Jiang Fang was surprised: "I want to see her pass five levels and kill six generals, this Zhang Niu really regards herself as a character." Hearing the word Zhang Niu, everyone nearby turned their heads and glared, but fortunately, they were all sons, and they respected their identities, so they would not roll up their sleeves and scold the street brawl in public.

The rules are set,

The rest is brutal elimination, shameful show-offs.

Unable to resist Li Xi's strong invitation, Jiang Fang also signed up to participate in the war and was assigned to the "Death Group" that contained the two sleeping dragons and phoenixes of Zhang Gongzi and Wang Gongzi.

"It's over, it's over!" After seeing the group list, Li Xi's expression was depressed, and his face showed Sima Wan's face: "Bad luck, bad luck." ”

"What's wrong?" Jiang Fang asked knowingly.

"Them. Li Xi pointed to King Zhang not far away: "Zhang Gongzi and Wang Gongzi are both famous talents in the city, and I have no chance of winning when I fight poetry with them." After that, he sat down haggardly, his eyes were full of grief and weakness, and he didn't know that he thought that Zhang Wang had brought him a green hat.

"You just want to see Zhang Huakui like that?" Jiang Fang grew wise and didn't dare to call Zhang Niu directly; "You are not all the way, even if you meet her, what can you do?"

"It's not that I have to see it, but this poem was carefully prepared by me, and I thought it could be one of the four uniques, alas. Li Xi sighed leisurely, his eyes were slightly red, like a primary school student who was wronged and didn't dare to tell the teacher. Seeing that Jiang Fang was angry and funny, he thought about it, he was more or less Li Xi's eldest brother, and he couldn't let Li Xi fend for himself, so he walked over and lowered his voice and said: "Read the poem you wrote, and I'll give you a reference." ”

"Brother Jiang understands poetry?" Li Xi was shocked.

"I don't understand it, but I am proficient. Jiang Fang continued his "low profile": "Anyway, you have to show your ugliness in public later, and now you will sharpen your gun when you read it again." ”

"Good. Li Xi nodded, trembled, took out a crumpled piece of paper from his arms, carefully unfolded it, and said word by word:

The name of the Oiran moves Xinyang, and the little life is affectionate and difficult to think.

Tears are made in the morning and twilight, and people are chilled when they don't see it.

After reading it, he looked at Jiang Fang expectantly: "Brother Jiang, is it okay?"

This is swollen,

Judging from Jiang Fang's limited knowledge of classical literature, these four sentences have nothing worth commenting on as a whole except for the ending rhyme, it is not a poem, not even a limerick poem, it can only be regarded as a smooth mouth.

"Not bad. Jiang Fang wanted to revise it, but after thinking about it, this is a masterpiece that Li Xi has carefully prepared behind closed doors, if it is said to be worthless, it is likely to stifle Li Xi's self-confidence and affect his subsequent life, so he boasted: "Poetry is a trend, many poems are not brilliant just by looking at the content of the text, but if they are read aloud, they have a different taste." Your poem as a whole is okay, wait a minute, don't care about the others, be brave when you play, and you will win when you read it. ”

"Thank you!" Li Xi was very grateful: "I know what to do!"

While talking,

There's already a war going on over there,

The first to appear was a mustachioed man in a goose yellow shirt, who walked to the open space in front of him in full view of everyone, first did not recite poems, first looked up at the sky, and after looking at it for a while, he probably felt that the artistic conception had arrived, and shouted in a broken voice: "Oiran Oiran, you are so beautiful, I am intoxicated by you." As long as you can hold my hand, we will walk together for the rest of your life. ”

it!

Jiang Fang was not mentally prepared, and the goosebumps on his arms came out when he heard it!

This Nima is too straightforward, and it is not as good as slipping it out! Literary attainments are basically zero!

"How's it going?" said the mustache with a smug face, "Isn't it well written?"

odd

It's weird,

After listening to the love poems and narcissism of the mustache, not only did everyone present not laugh, on the contrary, many people showed their grandson who was ashamed of themselves!

"Zhao Gongzi is really rich and has five cars. After a moment of silence, another lewd man with a pimple on his face appeared on the scene: "However, I may not lose this poem." Listen!" walked to the bearded man's side, shook his head: "Oiran is a flower and I am me, I love Oiran and love me." The color of the Oiran moved the city, and my chest shocked the whole country. ”

Lying down, if he can't stand it anymore, Jiang Fang has to beat his chest with a small fist to get himself out of the feeling of nausea and vomiting.

Oiran is a flower I am me,

This sentence is simply the essence, and it directly makes the whole "poem" pull the crotch into a soaring! Literary attainments are basically negative!

After the pox pit man finished reading, many people laughed easily, and walked out of the shadow of pressure caused by the previous mustache. Judging from the expressions, more than 80 percent of the sons present are probably between the pox pit man and the mustache at the level of poetry, and if it is put into modern times, it belongs to the illiterate group that must re-undergo nine years of compulsory education.

In contrast, Li Xi's song is smooth, at least smooth!