Chapter 92 (1/2)

”Do you want to say that I didn't do it? It's a poem I've already prepared.” Xu Wuzhou looked at Mr. Chongnian and said, ”it doesn't hurt. Anyway, you don't want face, so go on with the topic.”

Mr. Chongnian's face turned red and white, and he looked at Xu Wuzhou coldly. He firmly believed that Xu Wuzhou was not a talented person. He took a deep breath and said again: ”take wine as a poem again!”

”Juntian wine fights ten thousand. Yuzhou Rangers have been fighting for many years.

The spirit of meeting is for you to drink. It's beside the weeping willow of a high-rise horse. ”

In Wang Wei's ”Youth Travel”, Xu Wuzhou changed a place name, which is more suitable for the occasion.

After reading Xu Wuzhou's poem, it was quiet around. Many people looked at Xu Wuzhou: true or false? Does this guy really read poetry at once, or does he really prepare so much?

But the first is the best, even if the preparation is not easy. Most importantly, what are you doing with so many wine poems? Two songs are still in the past. Do you need so many three songs?

Mr. Chongnian's face was a little ugly. He still didn't believe it. He continued: ”continue to take wine as poetry!”

”Wine is green, flowers are red, love guest poems, falling flowers are spring shore restaurant flags. Thinking and avoiding the world is a guest. It's crazy not to wake up drunk.”

Mr. Chongnian's face changed dramatically. Xu Wuzhou actually read another one, and the quality is still excellent.

”Are you convinced?” Xu Wuzhou looked at Mr. Chongnian and said, ”or are you so thick skinned, or are you not convinced?”

Everyone looked at Mr. Chongnian strangely. Four songs are equal to four opportunities. They can understand again and again, but after three. It's a little untimely to go on.

People who worshipped Mr. Chongnian's character before and thought he was a gentleman also wavered slightly at this time.

How is Mr. Chongnian willing to admit defeat? Not only did he lose face, but also Jixia school palace. His face is not just his own.

”It's also about wine!” Mr. Chongnian bit his teeth and said fiercely to Xu Wuzhou.

Mr. Chongnian's appearance caused some commotion below. This look and action has violated the code of conduct of the great Confucian, but it has a fierce and aggressive feeling.

Xu Wuzhou sneered and continued to read: ”when he came back late at night, he was drunk and helped into the tassel, but he still didn't wake up. He was drunk and smelled musk orchid, surprised to sleep, laughing, laughing, how can life be?”

There was a dead silence all around, looking at Xu Wuzhou.

In particular, Xuan Wei, the boss with staring eyes, looked at Xu Wuzhou like a monkey. Compared with others, he believed that Xu Wuzhou really read it into a poem.

Mr. Chongnian seemed to be excited crazy. His eyes were blood red. He stared at Xu Wuzhou and said, ”wine... Come again!”

”Thousands of miles of clear rivers and thousands of days, one village of Sangzhe and one village of smoke.

The fisherman was drunk and there was no one to call. He woke up at noon with snow all over the boat. ”

Xu Wuzhou read another sentence casually.

”Wow!”

There was an uproar around. This is the sixth song. At this time, the people who were still skeptical were no longer skeptical. Who has nothing to prepare six songs at once? Are you full? And it's understandable that Xuan Wei and Xu Wuzhou cooperate, but now it's Mr. Chongnian, and he's aggressive.

Many people looked at Mr. Chongnian strangely and thought, is this the style of the great Confucian in Jixia school? And... Is Jixia school really a holy land of literature and Taoism? A great Confucian can't even hold down a teenager.

Mr. Chongnian has fallen into a magic barrier. This song is the best in the capital. He thinks he can write one or two songs in time, but he may be really poor for six consecutive songs. He may not be able to write them all his life.

The more he thought of this, the more he fell into a magic barrier. He has always been proud of his knowledge and literary talent, so even if he is the only great Confucian who has never been into Taoism, he is still proud.

Because he can become a great Confucian just by virtue of his knowledge. But now... The slap of reality made him unwilling to face it.

Mr. Chongnian's eyes were full of blood. The magic barrier made him look ferocious. He stared at Xu Wuzhou and said, ”come again!”

”Still not satisfied? Then make a better song for you.” Xu Wuzhou sneered“

There is a pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a blind date.

Raise a glass to invite the moon, and the shadow becomes three.