He Chengcai sat in his original position with a thoughtful look in his eyes.
Of course, this person below was arranged by him, just to expose Lu Fang. Maybe this could be spread to the ears of the princess, and then Lu Fang would have to be skinned even if he didn't die.
But listening to Lu Fang's tone, why does it seem like he still has someone to rely on?
"That kid below! Shut up your foul mouth! When did I buy your poems?"
As soon as he arrived outside the door of the private room, Lu Fang became so angry that he shouted down.
There was sudden silence downstairs.
A group of diners looked towards Lu Fang.
Some of them watched Lu Fang come in, and some came from behind. At this moment, they secretly murmured, there is something good to watch this time!
There was a scholar in a green robe holding a wine glass, his face flushed.
It was him who just spoke.
Several scholars at the same table with him couldn't help but shrink their necks when they saw Lu Fang's appearance.
Not everyone can afford to offend this dandy.
The scholar seemed to be drunk. He pointed at Lu Fang and said, "Mr. Lu, could it be that you have eaten up all the trouble and refused to admit it? Didn't you buy these two poems from me?"
"Fuck your mother's spicy and spicy fart!"
Lu Fang pretended to be arrogant, "You are so poor, how can you write such a poem? You said that I bought these two poems from you, do you have any evidence?"
"evidence?"
The scholar laughed and said: "Who knows that Mr. Lu, you have no idea, what more evidence do you need?"
"hehe."
Lu Fang sneered, "Who told you that I have no ideas? And who gave you the courage to deceive the world and steal your reputation here? Liang Jingru?"
"???"
Everyone present had questions on their faces.
Lu Fang then said: "I am not bragging, but when it comes to poetry, all of you here are scum."
These words ignited many people present.
There are many scholars here. When they have nothing to do, they like to come to places like Zuihua Building to find inspiration.
Although they didn't quite understand the word "Zhazha", they could still feel its meaning.
People like myself were called "scumbags" by the most famous idiot in Ningyuan County?
Immediately, someone stood up and said, "Master Lu, please don't blow your mind. Although we have not received any honors, we have studied hard for many years. Do you dare to say that our poetry talents are not as good as yours?"
He Chengcai hid behind and sneered.
He wished that things would get as big as possible.
Lu Fang was secretly laughing in his heart, "Be angry, be violent, and you will be surprised later. You score-boosting machines."
Then he said: "Then let's compete here?"
"How to compare?"
The scholar who said Lu Fang immediately shouted, with a hint of pride in his eyes.
This person with the surname Lu is asking for humiliation. He can also write poetry?
Lu Fang said: "Here it is, let you choose the topic. Whether you work together or take turns, if you can write a better poem than me, I will consider myself ignorant and ignorant."
ink."
All the scholars were shocked by his confidence and hesitated.
What does this person named Lu have to rely on?
He Chengcai also frowned quietly from behind.
In the private room, Miss Youxi had a look of surprise in her eyes. After all, she couldn't restrain her curiosity and walked out.
"No, no, no, no, no. You gentlemen are here to drink and have fun. Why don't you write some poems?"
The madam hurriedly ran out to help Lu Fang smooth things over. She also didn't believe that Lu Fang could compose poetry, but she couldn't let Lu Fang lose face here, otherwise what would happen if the God of Wealth stopped coming?
"Writing poetry is also making music."
The scholar said. Then he looked at Miss Youxi who had just walked out of the private room, and said: "Since Mr. Lu asked us to choose a topic, how about we take Miss Youxi as the topic?"
"Very good."
"It's an honor for us to be able to write poems for Miss Youxi!"
All the scholars applauded.
Everyone wants to take this opportunity to be courteous to Miss Youxi. Who knows, but they will be favored by this oiran?
Even if I can't redeem her life, it would be nice to have a kiss in Zuihua House!
Qing Guan'er does not sell herself, but as long as Qing Guan'er is willing, no one can stop her.
Lu Fang also nodded and said confidently: "Okay, I will let you come first."
Compose a poem to praise someone?
There are too many poems like this in my mind.
The scholar sneered, "Mr. Lu, don't you want to use this time to think more about it? He just has no talent, so it's useless to think about it for a long time, right?"
All the scholars laughed.
They are not as rich as Lu Fang, and they may not be as talented as Lu Fang, but they really look down on Lu Fang from the bottom of their hearts. These days, most scholars are like stones in a latrine, smelly and hard.
Lu Fang was not annoyed and said: "I am giving you a chance. I have already drafted it. If I read it out, I am afraid that you will be ashamed and dare not speak."
Everyone present looked extremely surprised.
In just a few seconds, the person named Lu had already finished the poem?
This is impossible!
No matter how talented you are in poetry, you can’t be so fast!
He must be bluffing.
The scholar sneered, "Then let's see what kind of quatrains Mr. Lu has made. If it's really a good line, what's the harm in us thinking we're inferior?"
"Hey!"
Lu Fang chuckled, "No problem. But just feeling ashamed of yourself is not enough. You have to apologize to me!"
The scholar gritted his teeth and said, "If Mr. Lu is really talented in poetry, then those two poems should be given to me as a gift to Mr. Lu. I will never mention this matter again. But what if Mr. Lu makes a fool of himself?"
Lu Fang said: "If I am generous enough to make people laugh, I will tell everyone I bought those two poems from you!"
"OK!"
The scholar said: "Then Mr. Lu, please invite me!"
He was betting that Lu Fang couldn't write any good poems. With this guy's style and behavior, how could he really be the same person?
But then he was dumbfounded.
There was a gasp of cold air in Zuihua Tower.
Lu Fang only read out one sentence, "The clouds are like clothes and flowers are like faces..."
Shocked!
This sentence alone made the scholars present have the urge to worship him.
What a quatrain!
Such literary talent!
Such a mood!
Clouds are her clothes, flowers are her face.
Even Miss Youxi was stunned, and then a little blush appeared on her pretty face.
Although she is indeed very beautiful, she still feels a little shy after being praised so much.
Lu Fang glanced all these glances into his eyes and laughed secretly in his heart, let's see if I don't shock you to death!
Then slowly read out the second half of the sentence, "The wind blows on the threshold and the dew is strong."
"This, this, this..."
"Snapped!"
There was a scene of stunned silence, and there was the sound of wine glasses smashing to the ground.
This...is this really made by someone named Lu?
Does he have this poetic talent?
But if not, where did his poem come from?
They had never heard of such a quatrain before!
This is nothing compared to shit!
Just these two sentences, let alone those of them from Ningyuan County, even those great scholars in this world may not be able to make such a good sentence in their lifetime.
And Lu Fang's tone suddenly rose again, "If we hadn't met at the top of Qunyu Mountain!"
Then he suddenly muttered tactfully, "We will meet at Yaotai under the moon."
There was total silence in Zuihua Tower.
Downstairs, the madam, the turtle king, the diners, the scholars, the singers, and the butchers were all stupid.
Whether you have read the book or not, you can all hear how extraordinary this poem is.
Lu Fang's friends upstairs, as well as Miss Youxi, were also dumbfounded.