Hu Fatzi's two fat hands kept touching Peng Geluo's arms, pitifully begging Peng Geluo's appearance, and Wencheng almost laughed out loud when he saw it.

After Sang Yizhu on the side understood what Hu Fatzi wanted to do, she glanced at Peng Geluo with disgust, and Peng Geluo coughed again and again, very embarrassed. Then she turned to the fat man and said, "Okay, you fat man." You dare to deceive Sister Wenwen, look at me and expose you now. "After saying that, you have to get up.

Hu Kaibin's face turned pale when he heard this, but he didn't calculate the biggest loophole all the time, and he was always sitting next to Peng Geluo. Suddenly, the six gods were masterless, and they kept shaking towards Sang Yizhu with both hands in fists, "Sister-in-law, you have a lot of adults, just spare me for a while." ”

When Sang Yizhu heard this, her little face suddenly turned red, and she spat softly, "What nonsense, who is your sister-in-law." Although he was refuting, he sat down again very honestly, and never mentioned anything high-level. is obviously the title of a fat man, which makes her very useful.

Hu Kaibin saw Sang Yizhu sit down, quietly rolled up his sleeves and wiped the sweat on his forehead, and sighed secretly, lucky.

The dark circles under his eyes have been watching the situation on Peng Geluo's side, taking care of himself and taking a glass of wine and drinking it. His eyes flickered, and his fingers tapped on the low table a few times. "Everyone, you are all the top talents of our academy, and you have been invited to participate in the poetry meeting several times, and you think you have some ability in poetry. The crowd looked at the dark circles and wondered what he was going to say. At this moment, the dark circles turned around, pointed at Wen Cheng and said, "We are originally elegant people, how can we tolerate such a martial artist being here with us?"

Wen Cheng sat on the side, his eyes were stunned, he looked at the man with dark circles, and he didn't know what to say for a while. Wencheng never knew that a person's prejudice about cultivating literature or martial arts was so important. This is still in the case that there is no distinction between civil and military in the imperial court, and if there is really a clear distinction between civil and military, I really don't know what kind of atmosphere will be formed.

Seeing that Wencheng was silent, the black circles were even more unscrupulous, and walked directly in front of Wencheng, opened his mouth and asked: "You guy, can you play the piano?"

"No, it won't. Wencheng said truthfully, he didn't mean to hide it at all.

After hearing this, the black circles were overjoyed, and continued to ask: "Then do you know how to play chess, calligraphy, painting, and poetry?"

"No, it won't. ”

"Nothing, then what are you doing here, why don't you leave quickly?" The eyes that looked at Wen Cheng with black circles were full of contempt, and he waved his hand casually, as if he wanted to drive Wen Cheng out.

Wen Cheng pressed his left hand on the treasure knife and said seriously: "I will cut people." ”

"Hahaha, what kind of ability is it to cut people. Someone around laughed.

Wen Cheng turned his head sideways and looked towards the place where the laughter came from, "Isn't it the ability to cut people?"

"It may be the same in other places, but this is the Poetry Society. Open your mouth and close your mouth to cut people, you are really a big scene, it is better to leave early, so as not to lose face. ”

As soon as Wencheng's words came out, not to mention others, even if it was too much of a daughter, they frowned. This person looked polite, and he couldn't imagine that he would speak so vulgarly, which was really unseemly. Just as she was about to open her mouth to let Wencheng leave, she suddenly caught a glimpse of an inconspicuous copper coin hanging from Wencheng's waist.

Money?

What are the people from the Money Club doing here, her brows frowsed, and she wrinkled even tighter than just now. Tongqian will assist the court to solve problems, and as the daughter of the Taishou Qian, she naturally knows what Tongqian will do. Not only that, but she herself has a very close relationship with several people in the money club. Although this person is just an ordinary one-dollar congregation, she is not willing to easily lose face with money.

So, she changed her words, "Those who come are okay, since the poetry club does not stipulate that no one can come, then naturally anyone can come." Okay, let's ask the sisters who are willing to ask the question. ”

Although Taishou Qianjin's voice was soft, the pressure brought by the domineering that could not be rejected between words was huge.

Whether it was the black circle or the person who let Wencheng leave, he didn't even dare to say a word, and returned to his place stupidly.

Peng Geluo also secretly breathed a sigh of relief, if Taishou Qianjin opened his mouth to let Wencheng out, he would have no good way to redeem it, but fortunately, the worst result did not appear.

Wen Cheng didn't care, it wasn't that he was heartless. It's that he doesn't want anything here, as the saying goes, if he doesn't want to do it, he doesn't make a difference whether he stays here or is asked to leave. As for saying that he can't get by on his face, since he started fighting against ghosts, he only cares about strength, not face. As long as they can live, who cares if they are faceless or not?

The poem will continue.

There are beautiful women who show the topic on the white paper to the surroundings, and there are also young people who shake their heads and meditate, and there is really a bit of "two sentences and three years, one groan and two tears".

It's a pity that Wen Cheng only listened to a so-called poem, and he couldn't listen to it anymore, and in the face of this pretended to be a delicate noise, Wen Cheng suddenly regretted that he didn't leave just now.

It seems that the cultural level of this world is a little worrying, just this kind of poem that is not four or six. To tell the truth, it is not as good as "heaven and earth are general, the well is black and holey, the yellow dog is white, and the white dog is swollen". And as soon as such a poem was read, the surrounding crowd still savored it, like hearing good news.

Sour, sour makes people lose their teeth, it just stinks, Wencheng subconsciously held his breath.

Another woman stepped forward, followed by a crisp laugh, and said, "It's my turn, sons, don't blame me for embarrassing you." ”

I saw a beautiful woman dressed in silk and satin, with a weak and petite body standing on the rockery, her eyes were clear like a mountain stream, and she swept the people present one by one.

Other people are far away, and Wencheng is not clear. But the fat man sitting next to him suddenly became heavy the moment the woman appeared.

It seems that this is the person the fat man is waiting for.

The woman smiled lightly, and her onion-like jade fingers gently pinched the white paper and slowly flipped it over. A big snow letter, written on it.

There was a suppressed uproar all around.

Hu Kaibin doesn't care what question his crush is, anyway, in his opinion, no matter what the topic is, it won't stump Peng Geluo. When he turned his head to look at Peng Geluo with a look of hope, he realized that Peng Geluo, who had thought of something difficult in his heart, was frowning.

Peng Geluo caught a glimpse of Hu Fatzi looking at him, and his heart suddenly became angry. It's all your fault, the person you like, what kind of problem you have solved. The text of the poem is to touch the scene and create feelings, even if it is a crooked poem, it must be made in kind. Didn't you see the first few questions just now, all of them were about things in this courtyard?

Although Yongxue has always been a hobby of readers, it is precisely because of this that you write a poem and I write a poem, and for a long time I have almost to write all the poems about snow, but it is even more difficult to compose poems. Once you open your mouth, it is easy to be influenced by the previous Yongxue poems, and it is easy to be suspected of plagiarism. Plagiarizing other people's masterpieces is something that will be spurned, and Peng Geluo naturally won't do it.

The crowd around was also talking, and they were all saying "difficult, difficult, difficult." ”

Peng Geluo thought about it for a long time, and it was best to spread his hands and show a helpless expression towards Hu Kaibin.

Hu Kaibin was lost for a while, and his heart became cold. The opportunity that I finally found was just about to watch it fly away. And what a great opportunity this is, as long as Peng Geluo can help him make a song, as long as it is a song. When no one else can do it, even if it's just one song, it's a standout.

Therefore, even after Peng Geluo said that he was powerless, Hu Kaibin hugged his arm and was reluctant to give up.

Peng Geluo couldn't stand being annoyed by the fat man, and suddenly saw Wen Cheng sitting on the side, his mind moved, and after calming the fat man, he asked: "I really can't think of it, what does Brother Wen think?"

Wen Cheng listened, looked stunned, lowered his head and thought for a moment, and motioned for the fat man to come over.

The fat man obediently put his ear to the palm of Wencheng's hand, and after listening to it, he couldn't wait to step forward and shout, "I have it." ”

There was silence for a moment, and then burst into laughter.

"As far as your belly, you said that you have me to believe it, and it has been at least six or seven months. "There are people around who are coaxing and making fun of Hu Kaibin.

Hu Kaibin's face turned red and he yelled, "Slip of the tongue, slip of the tongue, I mean I have poetry." ”

Hearing this, the dark circles immediately laughed, "It's up to you, you won't arch out in that field, right?" He laughed and thumped a few beats shorter.

Everyone else understood the meaning of the dark circles under their eyes, and immediately laughed, it was really the picture he described, it was too joyful.

On the contrary, Miss Wenwen did not laugh at Hu Kaibin, "Since this son has a poem, then please read it." ”

When Hu Kaibin heard this, he was like drinking elixir, and his whole body was full of joy, he glanced at Wenwen gratefully, cleared his throat, and then read: "One by one." ”

Wenwen listened to it and frowned a little, this sentence was too ordinary, plain and featureless, but a good family education still made her refute it and continued to listen.

The others also had such expressions, such a sentence, any of them could make it.

The fat man doesn't know whether this poem is good or bad, anyway, his idea is that no one else has it, he just has it. As for whether the poem is good or bad, sorry, he doesn't know and doesn't care.

"Three, four, five, six. The fat man continued.

Wenwen's brows furrowed even deeper, and the others also looked disagreeing, such poems are not even limericks, how can they be on the stage?

"Seven, eight, ninety. ”

After hearing this, Wenwen sighed secretly, and the disappointment overflowed her face.

The others laughed even more, and the dark circles under their eyes were even more blunt and sarcastic, "You are really a poem arched out of the ground, you are simply unlearned, I'm afraid you only know numbers and films." Haha, this is also called poetry? Do you still have a sentence, just let me help you say it, eleven pieces, twelve pieces, thirteen pieces. ”

After the dark circles were finished, he couldn't stand up straight with a smile, leaned over a few times, and burst out of wild laughter.

A person behind him stepped forward and said, "Childe, the number of words in your last sentence is incorrect." ”

The dark circles not only did not blame this person, but laughed even louder, and tears flowed out.

Hu Kaibin's face was flushed with ridicule from everyone, although he didn't know whether the poems were good or bad, but he knew that Wencheng would not make people ugly in public.

Not only did he read out the fourth game slowly, "Flying into the plum blossoms is gone." ”