Zheng Shiru's brows were furrowed like chrysanthemums, and he secretly screamed in his heart.

I wanted to use Mo Xiaolou as a stepping stone, but I didn't expect it to ...... This man has become a roadblock.

Since he knew that Mingyue was going to perform in this scattered flower building, he began to prepare, in addition to racking his brains and making a few good poems, in order to be sure, he also spent a lot of money to hire someone to catch a knife, the Zheng family has a rich background, and it is not difficult to buy one or two hundred masterpieces.

In the land of Bashu, there are down-and-out talents who are well versed in poetry, and the one just now is one of them.

After Mo Xiaolou finished reciting the words, this Henan madman closed his eyes and took a sip of bitter wine.

He knew he couldn't achieve his goal.

Unwilling!

He grew up in the praise and pursuit of the people around him since he was a child, and it is not an exaggeration to say that the stars hold the moon. Because of both civil and military skills, and being wild and uninhibited, he got the name of a Henan madman.

But at this time, the eyes of the people around him gnawed at his heart like a poisonous snake, tearing apart all his self-esteem, arrogance, and inexplicable superiority......

He could no longer maintain that leisurely and leisurely, pretending to be a cold celebrity posture, his expression was hideous, and his tone was yin and yang: "Brother Mo's word is wonderful, it's a pity, it's a pity, it......'s a pity."

"What a pity?"

"It's a pity that I waited for the poem to be written, but you used the words to fill in the opposite, and it was inevitable that the text was not on topic. He sneered and continued: "If you are in the scientific examination, the examiner will inevitably judge you for a fallacy of digression. ”

Mo Xiaolou glanced at Zheng Shiru, frowning slightly. Although it is a fighting poem, there has always been no distinction between literati in poetry, and this guy played a word game at this time, which is quite a bit of a taste that he can't afford to lose, which is despicable. Even the man in black on the side frowned, obviously very dissatisfied with Zheng Shiru's behavior.

Mo Xiaolou sighed lightly, his expression turned cold, and said:

"What, you're not convinced?"

Zheng Shiru let out a long laugh, pretending to be indifferent: "Joke, I won this game, why am I not convinced?

"Huh. Although it is good to be a fair lady and gentleman, don't be so unaffordable. ”

"What?"

"Since entering the Sanhua Building below, Brother Zheng has looked at the upstairs wing ninety-eight times, presumably ......"

With Mo Xiaolou's ability to recognize people and things, he has already seen through this poem, but it is just a trick for Zheng Shiru to please the beauty upstairs.

He no longer paid attention to Zheng Shiru, and said loudly upstairs: "Haven't asked Miss Fang's name yet?"

"Don't dare. Slave family - bright moon. ”

"Wow~"

Everyone in the building was in an uproar, and the word bright moon, as if with magical magic, made countless guests so excited that their eyes were red, and they couldn't wait to fly upstairs to see the beauty.

"Mingyue, everyone really came to this scattered flower building!"

"I thought it was a lie!"

"The world's most talented woman Fang drives Chengdu, it's really an honor for me to wait!"

The excited discussions came and went, and the scene was just like the situation when Mo Xiaolou saw the brainless fan in his previous life when he saw his idol.

"Ladies and gentlemen. He suddenly spoke up, and at once suppressed everyone's chatter, and when he saw that everyone was looking at him, he said:

"Since this 'Henan madman' is not convinced, how about I write another poem for him?"

Literati have loved to join in the fun since ancient times, how can they not make a big noise?

"Master Mo, since Zheng Dacai is not convinced, you will let him be convinced. Childe just used the wine of the remnant red fold in the words, this time, do you want to repeat the old trick?" said with an expression on the east window that was not afraid of big things.

Mo Xiaolou's cold voice once again resounded throughout the Scattered Flower Building:

"Well, this time, I used the bright moon in the poem. ”

With a wolf in one hand and a wine glass in the other, he swayed past Zheng Shiru and walked to the wall again.

"A song asks the moon for wine, please taste. ”

With a little drunkenness, a large freehand, the grass is like a dragon.

"When does the moon come in the blue sky,

I'll stop and ask for a glass today. ”

Different from the previous Qianqiu Sui, this wine asks the moon, and the beginning is an undisguised arrogance, opening and closing, like splashing ink, a magnificent brushstroke.

"When will the moon come in the blue sky", he asked the miracle in the infinite time and space, and he felt fascinated and confused. The question comes out first, and then the specific state of the person is written.

What's even more ingenious is that the first two sentences are all inverted in word order, and the whole article is captured with a question, which is very imposing. Not only that, but these first two sentences perfectly fit this situation.

The beautiful moon on the top floor is not in harmony with the bright moon in the blue sky?

Mo Xiaolou suddenly looked sideways at Zheng Shiru, a trace of mockery flashed in the corner of his eyes, he waved his back, kept writing, and said:

"People can't climb the bright moon,

The moon travels with people. ”

Zheng Shiru suddenly changed color. Unexpectedly, this person was so talented and quick-witted, and in an instant, he not only made a poem, but also satirized him with 'people can't climb the bright moon'. The following moon line is accompanied by people, which is sarcastic that he is struggling to calculate, wanting to win the hearts of beauties, and Mo Xiaolou has nothing to do, only because of his talent, and his own beauties give wine to help.

On the top floor, in the eyes of the bright moon, an unprecedented divine light has risen.

"It is as bright as a flying mirror, and the green smoke is extinguished. But seeing that the night came from the sea, Ning knew that Xiang Yun did not. The white rabbit pounds medicine in autumn and spring, and Chang'e lives alone with whom. ”

The poems are written in one go, from the appearance of the moon to the legend of Chang'e Jade Rabbit, which is not conventional.

Mo Xiaolou turned around, his eyes closed slightly, his voice turned low, and he said as if he was drunk:

"Today people do not see the ancient times and the moon,

This month has been according to the ancients. ”

After this sentence, someone sighed in the quiet: "Okay, ......", everyone upstairs had already heard the ripples in their eyes, and they involuntarily stood up, bit their lower lip gently, and muttered to themselves: "'Today's people don't see the ancient times and moons', which also means "the ancients don't see the present times and moons"; This moon used to shine on the ancients", which also means that "the ancient moon is still on the people of today".

This sentence is extremely repetitive, intricate, and looping, and has the beauty of intertextuality. I don't know how he came up with such an ingenious and beautiful sentence in such a short period of time. This sentence is so high in style and profound in artistic conception that it is no exaggeration to call it a masterpiece......!

As soon as this sentence comes out, not only will this poem be passed down through the ages, but even she herself will become famous with this poem.

Zheng Shiru's expression was as black as charcoal.

"If the ancients and today's people are flowing water, they will see the bright moon together. I hope that when the song is against the wine, the moonlight shines on the golden bottle. ”

After the poem was written, Mo Xiaolou shook off the wolf, picked up the residual red fold with his left hand, and drank it all, the wind god could not say the elegant romance, like the immortal descending into the world.

Scattered flower building, a solemn, everyone is immersed in the wonderful artistic conception of "this month has been according to the ancients" in the wonderful artistic conception can not extricate themselves.

Some people are still figuring out the wonder of this sentence, but some people have understood it, these two sentences are poetic and philosophical, and when they read it, they will be full of anger.

Mo Xiaolou patted Zheng Shiru's shoulder casually, and said indifferently: "This time, I took it?"

Zheng Shiru's face turned red for a while, and he was speechless. In the end, he looked at Mo Xiaolou, sighed unspeakably in his eyes, made a gesture in a little panic, turned around and walked away, and didn't even say hello to the man in black who was traveling with him.

crushing,

Textbook crushing.

No matter how thick-skinned he is, he can't afford to stay here.

On the contrary, the man in black accepted his previous contempt, and looked at Mo Xiaolou with interest.

"Brother Mo is talented. Would you like to have a drink with me?"

Seeing that Mo Xiaolou didn't speak, he laughed and took out a wine bag from his waist,

"My fine wine, maybe it is no worse than this red face. ”