"Green, fat, red and thin?"

Everyone was a little confused and didn't understand what the green, fat, red and thin meant.

After all, it has not been many years since the desert country completely expelled the foreign races, and the literacy rate is still horribly low. Except for the children of wealthy businessmen and powerful people, it is already very good for others to be able to read.

Green fat, red and thin?

What's the meaning?

If you tell me that I am fat and waistless, I will understand what you mean!

They also felt that with Zhao Hao's temperament, this might really be what he meant, but how were those two parts connected to the two colors red and green?

Everyone couldn't figure it out and had no choice but to cheer.

"Lady boss! Please explain!"

"Yes! The one in your family can be considered a scholar and poet, and he must understand Zhao Hao better than us!"

"That's right! All the girls in the brothel understand Zhao Hao's poems. The one in your family has never eaten pork, and he has seen pigs running!"

"Hahaha!"

There was another burst of laughter in the gambling house. After all, everyone in this area knew that the restaurant proprietress went to the brothel to catch men every day.

The proprietress was poked in a painful spot and immediately gritted her teeth: "You guys fart! If I give him ten courages, he won't dare to go to the brothel!"

Someone asked: "Then who told you about this green, fat, red and thin thing?"

The landlady hesitated and said: "I don't remember either, I just heard what others said!"

Everyone was making a fuss, but they didn't make too much fun because looking at the look of the landlady, it was obvious that she couldn't explain why.

When everything quieted down, a poorly dressed scholar stood up and said slowly: "I have heard of this poem before. Rumor has it that one day Zhao Hao woke up in a brothel and opened the window to see a boat on the lake.

Princess Leyang, I was shocked by her beautiful words."

Everyone immediately became interested, and they all asked the scholar to read the words again.

The scholar didn't want to dampen everyone's interest, so he slowly chanted:

"Last night it rained and the wind blew, and I couldn't get rid of the remaining wine after a deep sleep. I tried asking the people behind the curtain, but the crabapples were still the same. Do you know, do you know? They should be green, fat, red, and thin."

As soon as this poem came out, the entire gambling house fell into a brief silence.

It's not because I'm shocked by how wonderful this poem is, but...

Damn it, I don’t understand!

But it was raining, windy, and the curtains were closed, so it seemed to be fine.

But the scholar tutted and praised: "Good words! Good words!"

"Good words indeed!"

Everyone could only agree, and someone asked: "Sir! What is this poem about? Are you sure it is a love poem for Princess Leyang?"

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone's eyes fell on the scholar.

The scholar had never received such attention before, and he was at a loss. He could only say, "Whether it is a love poem or not, I don't dare to say anything. According to Xiaosheng, this should be a poem written by Zhao Hao to record his life."

It probably means that although there were few raindrops last night, the wind kept blowing.

He slept soundly all night, but when he woke up, he still felt that the alcohol had not dissipated.

I asked the maid who was rolling up the curtain how the situation of Begonia was outside, and the maid said it was the same as yesterday.

But in fact, at this time of year, the green leaves should be luxuriant and the red flowers should be withering!"

Everyone was a little impatient after hearing this.

What is this mess?

What is the difference between it and a running account?

However, everyone still endured their impatience and said calmly: "Can you stop farting? Can you tell me whether this is a love poem written for Princess Leyang? Don't be afraid, speak openly, I made the wrong statement, brothers.

I won’t blame you!”

"right!"

"I won't blame you!"

"Speak quickly! I kneel down for you!"

Seeing that everyone believed in him so much, the scholar suddenly felt a warm feeling in his heart, and his voice became much stronger: "If I took it out alone, I would think it was not a love poem. But Zhao Hao was naturally romantic, so he would not compose poems for no reason, and besides this

The artistic conception of Que Ci is beautiful, and some onlookers testified that Princess Leyang was indeed wearing a light green skirt with a pink skirt..."

At this time, another female voice echoed: "Yes! Yes! I can testify that there seemed to be someone else delivering a message for Zhao Hao at that time. He was scolded by Princess Leyang and has never left the palace since that day."

Suddenly, the gambling room was filled with excitement.

"Then what else can you say? It is definitely Princess Leyang!"

"Those oirans who begged grandpa and sued grandma might not be able to get a poem. Princess Leyang was just boating in the lake. Zhao Hao happened to see her, so the dude rushed to compose a poem and give it to her! This is not to say that Princess Leyang is still in good health.

What is it?"

"I testify! My uncle's neighbor's wife's husband is a silk merchant. He once had the honor to meet Princess Leyang. She is said to be more beautiful than fairies!"

"Then what are you waiting for? Take it!"

"Push!"

"Just bet on the green, fat, red and skinny one!"

For a time, the atmosphere in the gambling house reached a climax.

Seeing how enthusiastic everyone was, the scholar felt more and more that his reasoning was reasonable. He took out a few pieces of silver from his pocket and went to line up to place bets.

On the second floor, Zhou Jiufeng also became excited and immediately took out his only remaining gold and prepared to go downstairs.

Meng Longtang grabbed him: "What are you doing?"

Zhou Jiufeng's eyes turned red: "What a bastard! Don't you want the money you picked up for free?"

Meng Longtang's eyes twitched, and he slapped him on the head: "You are so stupid! I can understand that scholar coaxing others into stupidity, and I can understand him coaxing himself into stupidity, but you are so stupid, how can you be coaxed?"

Silly?"

Zhou Jiufeng refused: "What he said makes so much sense, how could he be trying to trick people? Brother Ritian, when have we ever written lyrics in vain?"

Meng Longtang hated the irony and said: "Whether it is for Princess Leyang or not, why don't you just ask him directly? You have been following Brother Ritian for so long, have you become his netizen?"

He also didn't know what "netizen" meant. This word was used by Zhao Hao to mock the third prince for "online dating".

However, although he didn't know the specific meaning, Meng Longtang also knew that it probably referred to the relationship between the sister-in-law Zhao Hao pretended to be and the third prince, which was very unreliable anyway.

After Zhou Jiufeng heard his explanation, he immediately slapped his forehead: "Yes! Look at my brain!"

"Walk?"

"Let's go! Go to Zhenguo Mansion!"

…

Zhenguofu.

When the two arrived, they had to wait in the lobby.

Because Zhao Hao usually stays in Fengwu Courtyard when he has nothing to do.

No one can enter this Fengwu Courtyard except the Zhao family. Of course, the old man and Zhao Wudi and his wife have never thought of entering, so that is Zhao Hao's absolute territory. If you want to find him, you can only wait for the maid to notify you.

After a full quarter of an hour, Zhao Hao slowly walked over.

Meng Longtang took a look at him and found that there were dirt and flowers and leaves all over his body. He couldn't help but said with some confusion: "Master Hao! Did you prune the flowers yourself today?"

Zhao Hao rolled his eyes at him and didn't explain. He just said impatiently: "If you fart, hurry up! What else can you do to me?"

These two people usually call them Brother Ritian, and they will only call them "Master Hao" so flatteringly when they want something from them.

Meng Longtang was not embarrassed, so he told the whole story about the casino, and finally asked: "Did you really write this poem to Princess Leyang?"

"Well……"

Zhao Hao thought for a while and then remembered that the "green, fat, red and thin" thing seemed to have been a problem for a while.

He shook his head and said: "It's nothing! I've seen Princess Leyang before. Although she's not ugly, she's just as good as Tianxiang Pavilion's broken jade!"

Meng Longtang said anxiously: "Master Hao! Don't fool me! When did you ever write lyrics for no reason..."

Zhao Hao spread his hands: "The key is the love and scene. It fits so well that I just chanted it casually!"

Meng Longtang still didn't believe it: "Last night it was rainy and windy?"

Zhao Hao: "That night, the wind cooled down, and it was really rainy and windy!"

Meng Longtang: "A heavy sleep will not eliminate the remaining wine?"

Zhao Hao: "Nonsense! After you drink the flower wine, won't your head feel uncomfortable when you wake up the next day?"

Meng Longtang seemed to believe it, and nodded: "It does feel a little uncomfortable..."

Zhou Jiufeng raised his hand: "I don't feel bad!"

Zhao Hao and Meng Longtang looked at each other and both raised their thumbs:
Chapter completed!