After a few glasses of wine, Yang Fan was completely blindfolded, staggered to his feet, and called him brother when he saw someone, and he wanted to clink glasses.

Luo Ling followed cautiously behind him, looking embarrassed, this Brother Yang obviously had a very poor amount of alcohol, but he pretended to be very drinkable, probably because he was hurt by the little fairy.

Chu Qingge stroked his forehead with his hand: "We shouldn't have come, this Brother Yang's wine is too bad, it's really insulting." ”

Zhao Xiaoyu smiled: "It doesn't matter, let's just pretend not to know." ”

Zhao Xiaoyu looked like he wanted Yang Fan to be ugly.

Mu Qingyao sympathized: "This is bitter for Luo Ling." ”

Yang Fan's behavior of persuading people to drink quickly aroused public outrage.

"Who is this person? He was drunk like this before the poetry meeting even started today. ”

"Without the cultivation of a scholar, how can this kind of person enter the Shengyun Tower?"

The woman in the white dress recognized Yang Fan and said with a smile: "He is not a scholar at all, and he doesn't know how he got in. ”

"Isn't that unreasonable, isn't he insulting us scholars? ”

"People who are illiterate, where do they have the courage to confess Miss Lin, they are really immeasurable. ”

As soon as the woman in the white dress said this, the Confucian scholars sitting there began to verbally attack Yang Fan.

A square-faced man blocked in front of Yang Fan, pointed at Yang Fan's nose and said, "Hey, why do you say that most of you are readers, you are an insult to readers." ”

Yang Fan stretched out his hand and slapped the square-faced man's hand: "Reader, what's wrong with the reader? It's useless to be a scholar, a scholar, I'll go to your reader." ”

The flesh on the square-faced manly cheeks trembled: "You, I don't care about you, a mountain villager, this is the Qixi Poetry Ball, and a fool like you is not welcome." ”

Yang Fan shook his head: "Poetry ball, what poetry ball?"

Square-faced man: "Today is the Qixi Festival, and this is a place for talented and beautiful people to meet friends with poems." ”

Yang Fan said with a smile: "There will be poetry, of course there will be poetry, hehe, I will have it too." ”

The square-faced hat was stunned: "You have it too." ”

Yang Fan: "Do you have a pen? I can write silently, I have learned." ”

The square-faced man wondered, "Can you write?"

Yang Fan: "Of course, I can also sing and dance." ”

The square-faced hat looked disbelieving, took a pen and paper from the countertop and handed it to Yang Fan: "Then you can write it and take a look." ”

Yang Fan picked up the pen and muttered: "Qixi Festival, Qixi Festival." ”

Then he dipped in ink and wrote on the paper: The clouds are clever, the flying stars spread hatred, the silver man is dark, and the golden wind and jade dew meet each other, and they will win countless in the world.

Writing this, Yang Fan suddenly paused, looked up at the square-faced man: "What's behind it?" I can't remember it for a while. ”

The square-faced man was already sluggish, not to mention the word Yang Fan, just the thin gold text could make people's eyes shine.

Luo Ling was also pleasantly surprised, Brother Yang could write. And it's pretty written, and it's very comfortable in her opinion anyway.

Yang Fan has dabbled in a wide range of activities in his previous life, and brush writing is one of them, but this Daxing Dynasty has not yet had a thin gold body, so Yang Fan's text is already different.

Looking at this half-word again, the square-faced man was even more shocked, saying that this Yang Fan was not a scholar, and he didn't believe it if he was killed.

"The clouds are clever, the flying stars spread hatred, the silver man is dark, and the golden wind and jade dew meet each other, and they will win countless in the world. ”

The square-faced man read it out eloquently, and then said to Yang Fan: "Brother Tai, there is only half of the words here, what about the second half?"

The woman in the white dress also seemed to have noticed that something was wrong, and walked over to pick up the white paper and looked at it: "The clouds are clever, the flying stars spread hatred, the silver man is dark, and the golden wind and jade dew meet each other, and they will win countless in the world." Is this really what he wrote?"

The square-faced man nodded: "Miss Chen, are you sure he is not a scholar?"

Miss Chen looked sluggish: "I have never seen this font, and there is this word, I'm afraid that no one here can write such a word, but the second half is missing, it's a pity." ”

Square-faced man: "Isn't the other person here? ”

Miss Chen's eyes when she looked at Yang Fan changed, no longer the kind of condescending and disdainful look, but a look of appreciation, even admiration.

Yang Fan seemed to suddenly think of something, jumped up and said, "I thought of it, I thought of it." ”

The square-faced man was overjoyed, and hurriedly spread the paper in front of Yang Fan.

Yang Fan then wrote: Tenderness is like water, the best period is like a dream, and he endures the return of the Queqiao. If the two love for a long time, how can it be in the morning and twilight?

After writing, I put away the pen, and I looked like I had nothing to do with myself.

Miss Chen read the whole poem in a warm voice: "The clouds are clever, the flying stars spread hatred, the silver and the Han are dark, and the golden wind and jade dew meet each other, and they will win countless in the world." Tenderness is like water, the best period is like a dream, and you can endure the return of the Magpie Bridge. If the two love for a long time, how can it be in the morning and twilight? ”

After reciting the first words, the audience was silent, and those who insulted Yang Fan just now suddenly felt a hot face.

Miss Chen looked at Yang Fan: "Can you sell me this pair?"

Yang Fan waved his hand indifferently: "Take it, it hurts to talk about money, just come and have a drink with me." ”

Miss Chen carefully put away the blank paper, and the others looked at Miss Chen with envy, secretly blaming themselves for not starting earlier, but the poem had already been copied into countless copies and began to be sung.

Chu Qingge and Zhao Xiaoyu looked at this dramatic scene in a daze.

Chu Qingge shook his head and said, "This Brother Yang is really unexpected. ”

Zhao Xiaoyu was puzzled: "Is this word good?"

Chu Qingge smiled bitterly: "It's not just good, I'm afraid that this song will be regarded as a classic and sung from generation to generation." ”

Zhao Xiaoyu was surprised: "Is it so good?"

Chu Qingge shook his head and smiled bitterly: "In the Qixi poems, I have never seen anything better than this one." ”

Mu Qingyao was a little confused, now among these people, she is the one who has been with Yang Fan for the longest time, when she saw Yang Fan for the first time, she looked stupid, and her IQ was like a child, could it be all pretended.

Later, she was almost buried by herself, and when Yunmeng Villa met again, she felt strange, Yang Fan was not stupid, and his behavior was no different from that of a normal person, but now it seems that this Yang Fan is not only not stupid, but a little too smart.

Yang Fan was drunk at this time, hugged Luo Ling and sat down on the host seat, shaking his head and singing: "The sea is laughing, the tide on both sides of the strait, the ups and downs are remembered with the waves." The sky is laughing, the tide is in the world, who loses and who wins, God knows......"

Luo Ling doesn't understand what the Queqiao Immortal is, but he loves this sea of laughter very much, the meaning of the words is simple and clear, revealing the chic pride of men and women in the rivers and lakes, after listening to it again, she actually sang along, fortunately, she is dressed in men's clothes, otherwise this picture is a little wrong with the painting style.

Yang Fan put his arm around Luo Ling's shoulder, shaking and singing, so unhappy.

The people who participated in the poetry meeting were stunned one by one, what kind of song is this? A tune that has never been heard before, but why does it sound so exciting.

Zhao Xiaoyu also understood this song, and pictures appeared in his mind, leaving aside the troubles of the world, enjoying the rivers and lakes, so he was not at ease.

Chu Qingge was shocked, what kind of person is this Yang Fan, he was still in love and love just now, and he was proud of the rivers and lakes at once.