Chapter 151 The sensation caused by the two poems

Guan Yang brought dozens of pots of peony flowers to the flower party, although the peony flower meeting at this time has come to an end, but there are still many tourists, especially the literati of Luoyang City, but they are in groups of three or five but do not know whether they are looking at flowers or people - there are big beauties in the peony flower party. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

As soon as he walked into the flower club, Guan Yang saw a large group of people gathered around a stall, and from time to time someone came out of the crowd holding a peony. When he came to his stall, Guan Yang asked the people around him: "Old Fan, what's going on over there, why are there so many people?"

Lao Fan's name is Fan Jin, his stall happened to be next to Guan Yang's seat, and he saw Guan Yang: "Brother Guan, are you back?"

"Found it, what's wrong over there?" Guan Yang was not there for the past few days, and the reason was that he had said it in advance, that is, he went out of the city to collect medicine and treat his Qinglong Lying Ink Pool.

Fan Jin said enviously: "That's Yin Laoqi's stall, this old boy doesn't know what shit luck he has taken, one of his peony flowers was taken by the talented Xu Shiwen." Yin Laoqi, you also know that the shrewd one wants to die, but he didn't ask Xu Caizi for money, Xu Caizi didn't want to go, so he wrote a poem to him, this is the power of that poem. ”

"Is that the power of that poem? Is it so powerful?"

"Of course you have, don't you know how effective a good poem is?" Fan Jin was envious, jealous and hateful: "A good poem can be used as a signboard for a lifetime." ”

"So good?" Guan Yang picked up a sign from the stall: "Old Fan, how about you help me take a look at these two poems?"

"You also have poetry?"

Guan Yanghan said with a smile: "I sold a few flowers to a son a few days ago, but he didn't bring enough money. Originally, I was going to give him a waiver, but the boy felt that he couldn't go, so he helped me write two poems, which was considered a bargain. ”

"Then why didn't you take it out earlier?" Fan Jin helped Guan Yang stand up with the sign.

"How did I know that good poetry has such great power?" Guan Yang scratched his head: "Besides, if my flowers are not as good as the poem says, won't they become defective products?"

"......" Fan Jin was quite speechless about Guan Yang's opinion.

Guan Yang's two poems soon began to gain momentum, and a teenage girl's eyes were sharp: "Look, this poem is very good." At her beckoning, a group of little girls rushed over.

"Where?"

"Let me see, let me see. ”

"Yanyan, you stepped on my foot. ”

"Oh, that's really good poetry. ”

"You're all in my way, let me see. "As soon as I heard that there was a good poem, the people in the outer circle were also anxious, and they all wanted to squeeze inside.

"Susu, read it out. ”

"Okay. The little girl named Su Su read out the poem according to everyone's meaning: "After falling into the red, she began to spit out the fragrance, and the good name is called the King of Flowers." Boasting of the unparalleled beauty in the world, the first fragrance in the independent world. "This is Pi Rixiu's "Peony", this poem was originally to praise the peony flower, but Guan Yang put it out like this, it can also be understood that this is to praise his own peony flower is the first in the world, not only the most beautiful, but also the most fragrant, there is 'Wang Po sells melons - sells herself and boasts' meaning.

As soon as the little girl Su Su finished reading, the scene was silent for an instant, and then broke out in an instant.

"Ah, what a poem. "Of course.

"Which boy wrote it? I adore him. "The poet is right in front of you, girl.

"What a poem, better than Xu Shiwen's peony. "Girl, Pi Rixiu is not comparable to everyone.

"But are his peonies really that good?" "Of course, this is what I redeemed from the system."

"At least it looks good. "This girl has a good eye.

"By the way, isn't there another one?"

"Susu, read the next song too. ”

"Oh, then you can hear clearly......" Su Su suddenly paused in the middle of speaking, followed by a burst of dolphin sound: "Ah!! What a poem, I want to marry him, I must marry him." Speaking of this, Su Su grabbed Guan Yang's sleeve and kept shaking: "Boss, you must know who wrote this poem, right? I'll buy all your flowers, can you tell me his name?"

"It's not good, Su Su's is done again, quietly, you pull Su Su out. A girl outside the circle commanded, but no one paid attention to her: "Jingjing, what's the matter with you?"

Guan Yang was also embarrassed: "Girl, I don't know him either." ”

"You lie, you must know him. ”

"I don't really know. Guan Yang smiled bitterly.

"I don't care, I'm going to marry that son. ”

Guan Yang thought of a solution: "It's not a son, a girl, it's an old grandfather." ”

"Grandpa, I'm ...... me Old man?" Su Su reacted: "How can it be an old man who writes this kind of poem?"

"It's really an old man, girl, I think that old man is eighty years old. ”

"It turned out to be the old man, woo woo woo ......" Then the little girl named Su Su ran away crying.

"Susu. A group of little girls followed—no matter how good a poem is, it is not as important as the affection between sisters.

"What kind of poem is it?" the little girl ran away, and a group of scholars quickly filled the vacancy.

"The peony demon in front of the court is unqualified, and the pond is pure and affectionate. Only the peony is true to the national color, and the flowers move the capital when they bloom. A scholar in Tsing Yi shook his head and read out the second poem.

The "!!!boom" crowd was like a bomb, exploding with a bang.

"This poem, this poem...... "This poem is good, it shocked you, right?"

"I didn't expect that I, Qin Shuhua, would be lucky enough to see such a good poem, even if I died immediately, Qin someone was also satisfied. "Dude, you're exaggerating too.

"I never imagined that Mr. Guan would be able to see such good poems after leaving. "I'm the Mr. Guan in your mouth, buddy.

"I'm afraid this poem is no worse than Mr. Guan's poem, right?" "Why do I feel a little uncomfortable? Am I eating Guan Yang's vinegar? But Guan Yang is me, which means that I am eating my own vinegar?"

"There is no way to compare this, after all, Mr. Guan has not written poems. "It's still a sentence that sounds pleasing to the ear, and I'll give you a 20% discount in a while.

"Dare to ask the boss, who wrote this poem?"

"Childe, I don't know too much, a few days ago an old man bought my peonies, and there was not much money left, and these two poems were used to offset the account. I don't know who this old man is. In fact, Guan Yang originally didn't plan to write this poem, because the poem "Appreciating Peony" is only a general praise of peonies, and does not have the meaning of praising any one or whose peonies alone. But then I thought about it, "Peony" alone was too hateful, so I wrote this poem too, hoping to calm the anger of the public a little.

"I see, to pay for it with poetry, this is an elegant matter. "But I made up my mind.

"Brother Shu is reasonable, but the boss's flowers are indeed worthy of 'competing for the world's unparalleled beauty, the first fragrance in the independent world. This sentence. I love to hear this sentence, and I'll give you a nine-percent discount in a moment.

"That's true. A young man in black picked up a pink peony: "Boss, I want this flower." ”

"Brother Chen's hand is so fast, this plant is mine. ”

"And mine. ”

"Sun Wei, you actually robbed me of the flower I fancied. ”

"Hey, that's what I saw first. ”

"Don't rob ......"

“......”

It's just that this wave of scholars bought a small half of Guan Yang's flowers, and after they left, another wave of people surrounded them, admiring "Peony" and "Peony Appreciation" for a while. Guan Yang was happy in his heart, he had known that he had come up with these two poems earlier. Guan Yang decided that when selling flowers such as moon season, hibiscus, camellia and chrysanthemum in the future, he would also make a few poems to attract customers. It's a great idea, a good poem is better than any advertisement. Guan Yang is doing this, but he doesn't know that his poems have caused the dissatisfaction of a certain old master, who is about to find trouble with him, and will come to the door soon. (To be continued.) )