Liang Dong stood up while holding on to the table, pointed at Lu Fang and said: "You are so good at throwing pots, go and have a drinking order with Liang Ce and the others!"
Lu Fang chuckled, "His Royal Highness, you... I am happy to win! How about you let me play two more times?"
"Fuck you!"
Liang Dong was a little annoyed, "If you keep playing, you will win all the money in our pockets."
At this moment, Xue Liangce and the others were actually a little distracted. Most of their energy was put on Lu Fang and the others.
Because they were really busy just now.
Furthermore, Lu Fang’s throwing skills were really amazing.
He killed several elites from the Bahuang Martial Arts Academy and their faces turned pale.
If this spreads out, it will be a good story!
Throughout Tanzhou, there are countless people who can throw pot, but how many of them have such ability?
Seeing Lin Dong and others with "fire in their eyes", Lu Fang had no choice but to raise his hands in surrender, "Okay, okay, then I'll go and do the drinking order."
Accept as soon as you see fit.
It is not good to really give these people the impression of being "money obsessed".
The real benefit of interacting with these people is definitely not making money.
He took Shaoyao and sat down under Xue Liangce's group.
Shaoyao's pretty face was slightly red, her eyes were full of joy and as warm as water.
The rest of the innocent courtiers looked at her with eyes that could hardly hide their jealousy and were full of envy.
Just now, the young master named Lu made Shaoyao drink three glasses of wine. The last two glasses were obviously missed on purpose. But he actually gave Shaoyao three thousand taels of silver.
Three thousand taels!
It's more than enough to redeem her.
Some of them have stayed in Feixian Tower for several years, but who has ever encountered such good luck?
Have you ever encountered such a generous spender?
If Lu Fang was willing to give them so much silver, they would not be able to consider selling their bodies and performing arts tonight...
It's a pity that they didn't have such luck. They secretly regretted why they didn't choose this most inconspicuous Mr. Lu!
It was a waste of money for Shaoyao, a girl who had only been here for half a year.
Xue Liangce looked at Lu Fang and said, "Brother Lu, you are so good at throwing pots, which you are not good at. His Highness the Crown Prince said that you are talented in poetry. Aren't you even better at drinking wine?"
"Then we won't play silver coins with you."
Before Lu Fang could speak, the man named Li Moshan answered.
Lu Fang was a little bit dumbfounded, "That's all your highness's ridiculous praise. With my little literary talent, in front of you, I'm just doing my own thing."
But obviously even if he said this, Xue Liangce and others would not win anything with him.
The Qing Guer next to Li Moshan was secretly disappointed. He bit his lips and said, "Young masters, shall we start now?"
She also thought that if they followed the same example over there and bet on some winnings, with Li Moshan's literary talent, she might be able to benefit a little bit.
Li Moshan's performance just now was quite good, and the poems he produced are remarkable.
After everyone nodded one after another, the young man thought for a moment and said, "How about taking the moon as the theme for this round?"
She stretched out her hand and pointed to the bright moon outside the window.
moon.
This question is quite common in drinking ceremonies. But precisely because of this, it is more difficult to write a stunning poem.
After hearing this question, Li Moshan and several others were silent.
However, Xue Liangce looked at Lu Fang again and said, "Brother Lu just sat down, how about you start first?"
At this time, Liang Dong and others started again.
Without Lu Fang, the atmosphere was more lively. Just now, Lu Fang really "crushed" him and made him lose a lot of interest.
Lu Fang was a little embarrassed.
He doesn't want to do things that are not beneficial.
But Liang Dong has already said that he has great poetic talent. If he can hide his clumsiness, these guys will inevitably think that he is just greedy for money.
After thinking for a while, he said, "Can I use the poem I made before?"
The Qing Guan'er was just shaking his head, but Xue Liangce was the first to say: "If it is difficult to compose a poem at the moment, it is okay to use the verses written before."
Lu Fang was not polite and said: "This poem was written by me at Zuihua Tower in Ningyuan before. It is not about chanting the moon, but it also contains the word "moon". Today I invite you all to comment on it."
Then I read out the song "Qingping Diao" written by Li Bai.
"The clouds think of my clothes, the flowers think of my face, and the spring breeze blows on the threshold and the dew is thick. If I hadn't seen you on the top of a group of jade mountains, I would have seen you at Yaotai under the moon."
It was momentarily cold.
Xue Liangce, Li Moshan, and several other Lushan Academy disciples who had good family backgrounds and equally good knowledge all looked at Lu Fang blankly.
And those poor people.
A large number of adoration value prompts popped up in Lu Fang's head.
Although pot throwing and drinking are the most popular entertainment activities in brothels in this era, drinking and drinking is a true talent and learning, which is obviously more admirable.
Even Yu Xiang, Xu Qubing and others couldn't help but turn their heads and look over.
Even though this poem was written by Lu Fang before, it is definitely one of the top poems in the world of poetry.
Not to mention the knowledge of these people here, Yu Xiang, Shaoyao and other Qing Guan children, it is absolutely easy for Xue Liangce, Li Moshan and others to be elected officials.
In this life, they have written quite a lot of poems, but now that I think about it carefully, they are far from enough in front of Lu Fang's poem.
"how?"
After a slight silence, Lu Fang glanced at everyone and asked.
Xue Liangce suddenly smiled bitterly and looked at Liang Dong, "Your Highness, we can't play like this..."
He was too embarrassed to take Lu Fang's words.
This poem is far beyond their level, how can they comment shamelessly?
I am really embarrassed to show my poems again.
"Damn it."
Liang Dong glared at Lu Fang angrily and said, "You kid, don't show off your previous poems! Just make new ones if you want to."
Lu Fang was in a dilemma.
Even if it is a current work, you will only be stunned!
Even the great Confucian scholars of the time were far from satisfied with their views on "composing" poems, right?
Even Yu Yuanwei never mentioned the word "poetry" in front of him!
Lu Fang looked at the bright moon outside the window, pretending to be deep in thought. But he was searching in his mind for a poem that was more suitable for the occasion.
Half a moment.
I read: "The east wind is full of glory, and the fragrant mist is filled with moonlight in the corridor. I am afraid that the flowers will fall asleep late at night, so I burn high candles to illuminate the red makeup."
It’s barely fitting the occasion.
Everyone was shocked again.
They all looked at him blankly.
Was it really done so quickly?
and……
And they couldn't find any flaws.
Xue Liangce, who claimed to be a good writer, was about to cry. He suddenly picked up the wine bottle and poured wine into his mouth.
Then he put it down suddenly and said: "I am impressed by Mr. Lu's poetic talent. Not to mention me, even if I have the same generation in the whole country, I am afraid that there will be no one who can surpass me."
Although he is not angry, he is also sincerely convinced.
The banquet ended early.
Li Moshan and others all smiled bitterly and shook their heads. No one had any desire to write poetry.
It wasn't Lu Fang who was doing the trick, it was them...