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At this time.

Zhang Sheng's face was red and his neck was thick, he wanted to stop talking, and wanted to spit out something?

But, it's like a horizontal bone stuck in my throat, and I can't say anything!

The beauty of the beauty in the poem of the king of Huangzhou makes the murderous and shocking soldiers on the battlefield unbearable, and the king only needs the beauty and does not want the country.

After the poetry meeting, Du Yueer's beauty will be spread all over the world with this poem.

It is very likely that he will directly rank first in the list of the top ten beauties in the world.

Before the poem King of Huangzhou, any words of praise for Du Yue'er would be overshadowed.

Zang Liu asked lightly: "Yangzhou celebrity Zhang Sheng, ask again, do you have any poems that can be comparable to this poem?"

"If not, please throw in the towel!"

Zhang Sheng's face was as red as a monkey's buttocks, and he glanced at Du Yue'er in shame, and his heart was cold.

Not only did the beauty not flirt, but she was ugly!

Gold didn't win, but lost!

Fame didn't get and it became notorious!

Thinking of this, his eyes were full of unwilling tears, and he spit out two words with difficulty: "Admit defeat!"

These two words are like a knife, which excretes the arrogance of the Confucian students in the two states in their chests.

Defeated!

In front of the beauty poem of the king of Huangzhou, Zhang Sheng really couldn't open his mouth.

Also, in front of the beauty poem of the king of Huangzhou, who can open his mouth?

Zangliu looked at everyone in the hall, stretched out his finger, and said seriously: "Now, the beauty poems of my prince are placed here, if the celebrities of the two states present want to challenge, I will fight on behalf of my prince!"

"As long as you can make better beauty poems for the Du family master, I will admit defeat and willingly offer a hundred taels of gold. ”

No one jumped out!

In front of this beauty poem, whoever jumps out is boring to himself.

In the banquet hall, there was an eerie silence.

Then.

"Hahaha"

Li Fei sneered: "Envoy of the King of Huangzhou, don't be too arrogant. ”

"Isn't it just a poem for the beauty of the Du family master!"

"So will the Governor. ”

"Listen up! The beauty of the Du family master is as beautiful as a flower, and it is beautiful!"

"Ah! The beauty of the Du family master is as sweet as a melon!"

"Ah! The beauty of the Du family master is as good as wine, intoxicating!"

"Master Du, you are a real beauty!"

"Hahaha"

Li Fei's exit is very smooth, and it feels great!

"How?"

"This poem by the governor is comparable to the poem of the king of Huangzhou, right?"

"Master Du, what do you think?"

Du Yue'er's eyes jumped violently a few times, and she replied politely: "Straightforward, but, Yue'er's posture is not as good as Governor Li said!"

Suddenly.

The awkward atmosphere in the hall was diluted a lot by Li Fei's nonsense.

The Confucian students of the two states are secretly grateful!

The governor of Qingzhou is really their own people!

At the critical moment, with a smooth poem, the embarrassment of the entire poetry meeting was solved.

relieved the celebrities of Qing and Yang, and did not dare to face the embarrassment of this beautiful poem!

Although the person is coarse, the person is good!

"Ahem, cough, cough"

Tang Qingzhu coughed awkwardly and said, "Governor Li, come, let's have a drink, let them go with this fighting poem, if they lose, they will lose, and no one will die!"

"Dou Shi, who hasn't lost yet!"

"!"

Li Fei blinked his tiger eyes and asked with a dissatisfied expression: "Dean Tang, the poem I just wrote really makes you reluctant to mention it?"

Tang Qingzhu was helpless: "Governor Li, these words you just chanted are very different, let's just be regarded as a soul poem!"

Soul poems?

Li Fei understood!

No wonder, when he first wrote poetry, he felt that his soul had opened a trick and had a little bit of poetic talent!

It turns out that what he wrote is a soul poem!

Now.

Li Fei made an important decision.

That is to be a soul poet!

The other side.

Zang Liuxiao's face was full of seriousness: "Since you admit defeat, then from now on, you are a member of my Huangzhou army, wait a minute, you can choose to go to Huangzhou with me to join the army, or you can redeem yourself with five hundred taels of silver, how to choose?"

Zhang Sheng's face was full of unwillingness: "I want to redeem myself with five hundred taels of silver!"

"However, today is the poetry meeting, and I did not expect to use silver, so I did not bring it with me. ”

"I'll send it to you when I get home. ”

"Or, send it directly to the Huangzhou Palace!"

Zangliu shook his head: "I don't have time to wait for you to send the silver!"

"If you redeem yourself with silver, give it now, otherwise, follow me back to the Wasteland to be a soldier!"

"You won't, you don't have money to redeem yourself, do you?"

Zhang Sheng felt humiliated, and whispered with a red face: "Yes, there must be!"

"I, Zhang Sheng, have a lot of money in Yangzhou, thousands of acres of fertile land, hundreds of shops, and thousands of serfs, how can I not come up with a mere five hundred taels of silver!"

"I just didn't bring it!"

Zangliu's little face was even colder: "Then follow me!"

At this time, Zhang Sheng was extremely embarrassed.

"Too much deception!"

Li Fei roared angrily for Zhang Sheng: "The envoy of the king of Huangzhou is rampant, isn't it five hundred taels of silver?"

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