C177 You Are One or More (1/2)
On Lady Ya's graceful and noble face, there was also an incomparably stunned expression.
Even though the performance ”Meeting Xiya on the Drinking Lake” came in much better, these people had unexpectedly judged it to be a draw.
Even she felt speechless.
At this moment, seeing how these people were lying, she became a little anxious, turned to Wang Xiaojian and asked: ”Young Master Lee, aren't you going to say something?”
Wang Xiaojian held onto her fan, and laughed, ”Lady Ya, I do have something to say. I have benefited greatly from what Mr. Bao Nan said just now. I want to make him a poem. ”
Bao Nan was startled, but he did not react.
He clearly said that he was not, but this Lee Bai however benefited greatly, and even said that she wanted to compose a poem for him. He suspected that he had heard wrongly.
”Lee Bai, you want to compose a poem for me?”
”That's right.”
Wang Xiaojian chuckled, ”Mr. Bao is one of the most outstanding people in the world of poetry in the capital. So, I want to gift a poem to you as a token of my appreciation. ”
The Lady Ya was surprised, she did not know what Wang Xiaojian was trying to do, she had clearly suppressed him, yet he still dared to say such words.
Bao Nan was happy, his body floating in the air.
He felt that his attainments in poetry had increased by another level.
Otherwise, since he had said such lies, why would the other party give him a poem?
How interesting.
”No way, Mr. Bao is commenting on his poem like this, but he actually wants to compose another poem for Mr. Bao?”
”Yeah, this guy can't be crazy, right?”
”Hehe, then he won't go crazy. In my opinion, he's just a person who's willing to bear the consequences for what they've done!”
”Right, he's just a punching bag, hur hur.”
”…”
The surrounding voices sounded.
Bao Nan felt even better.
He turned to face Wang Xiaojian and puffed up his belly, raising his head, he laughed: ”Alright, Lee Bai, I will listen and listen to what you have written for me. ”You may write a poem, but of course you are short of something, and I will point it out.
”Listen.”
Wang Xiaojian chuckled, his face revealing an enigmatic smile.
He held his fan in hand and paced two steps on the spot. Then, he faced Bao Nan and recited the first poem.
”Three feet above the ground, one ditch at a time.” Three feet above the ground, one ditch at a time.
Everyone heard this and were stunned. It was a poem for Bao Nan, but it sounded very ordinary, as if it had nothing to do with Bao Nan.
Bao Nan also did not hear any tricks behind it, but because this poem was written for him, he felt that it was very enjoyable for him.
”Lee Bai, these words are not bad. Continue.”
Wang Xiaojian smiled slightly, and with a ”shua” sound, he opened up his fan and read out the last two sentences.
”I didn't see any cows or sheep coming to eat, only Bao Nan washing his hair.”
Three feet from the ground, one ditch for each year's long stream of water.
Since he did not see any cattle or sheep eating, he saw Bao Nan washing his hair.
”Hmm?”
When everyone heard this, they were stunned and at a loss. He didn't know what that meant.
”This is an ordinary scene poem.”
”Among the poems, there is also Brother Ping's name. But why are you washing your hair? ”
”Yeah, that's weird.”
Someone was talking to himself, an untouchable mind.
”Also, aren't the ditches all on the ground? How could they be three feet off the ground? I really don't understand. Could it be that there's some other meaning behind this? ”
Some people silently recited Wang Xiaojian's poem, and their faces revealed expressions of deep thought.
However, Wang Xiaojian smiled in his heart.
This poem was not written by a poet, but was instead a doggerel from his original world.