Chapter 143 Wait for me to write a few poems for you
Zhang San, Fang Yiai and others got pens and papers. Cheng Chumo, Qin Huaiyu and Yuchi Baolin consciously stood behind Chang Sun Chong and others, like bodyguards.
"Which one of you three has figured it out, hurry up and write it!" Cheng Chumo urged.
"You think writing poetry is the same as drinking water, don't think about it?" Fang Yiai said angrily.
"The theme is an old friend. I really don't know how to write about this type of writing." Changsun Chong was also a little anxious and looked at Zhang San.
"You can't get over it, right?" Zhang Sanyi was speechless when he saw how many people were looking at him.
"Drinking too much wine will exert its influence." Fang Yiai replied sheepishly.
"Then what are you going to do? If you can't write this joke, it will cause a big fuss." Qin Huaiyu shouted.
"Hahaha, Qiu Ba, you are dumbfounded. I want you to pretend!" Zheng Shide heard Qin Huaiyu's voice and did not miss the opportunity to humiliate a few people.
"Zheng Xiaoer, my dear, believe it or not, I will kill you to death and then let you lie in bed for a few months." Yuchi Baolin rolled up her sleeves again as she spoke, and Cheng Chumo was also eager to try.
"Rude, Miss Hua'er is watching here, don't you think it's embarrassing?" Zheng Shide shouted confidently with guards guarding him this time.
Zhang San secretly sighed to these guys, couldn't there be another way besides taking action? Although he also wanted to go up and kill him.
"Don't be impulsive, Zheng Xiaoer. If God wants to deal with you, he must first make you arrogant. If we win later, let's see how you end up." Zhang San stopped Yuchi and Baolin.
Xie Hua'er sat on the stage and watched the two sides fighting with each other with a smile. At this time, someone had already written a poem that he thought was pretty good and sent it to the waiting turtle and the maid on the stage, hoping to win Xie Hua'er's favor.
"Which of you can write well?" Zhang San was ready to do it by himself. It was just a few poems, which he picked up at his fingertips.
"Chongzi's running script is pretty good," Fang Yiai said.
"Okay, I'll memorize a few poems for you. Chongzi, you can copy a copy in a different handwriting." Zhang San still knows his own handwriting, so he plans to write it by himself and let Changsun Chong copy it, so as to save the oiran from having to worry about his own handwriting.
The word gets a low score.
"No problem, but there are six of us in total. Xiao Ai and I can't figure it out. Can you do it alone in such a short time?" Changsun Chong asked uncertainly.
"Men can't say they can't do it, just watch it." Zhang San rolled up his sleeves, pondered for a few seconds, and began to write.
Although Chang Sun Chong and the others knew that Zhang San had outstanding literary talent, they did not have high hopes. They only thought that Zhang San could write a good poem. As long as one of them could win over Zheng Shide, that would be fine. But looking at Zhang San's attitude,
It seems that one person is ready to wrap things up!
Several people looked at each other, feeling that today they were going to witness the birth of a genius.
Xie Hua'er looked boredly at the poems sent by the maid. The corner of her mouth behind the veil was slightly curled. If there weren't so many people below, Xie Hua'er would have been ready to tear up these so-called poems and throw them into the trash can.
Zhang San first wrote a poem on the paper called "Meeting the Old Friend in Liangchuan" by Wei Yingwu.
I was once a guest in Jianghan, and every time we met I returned drunk.
After the floating clouds parted, the water flowed for ten years.
The laughter and love are as old as ever, but the hair on the temples has become stained.
Why haven't you returned? There are autumn mountains on the Huai River.
"Who wants this poem?" Zhang San asked aloud when he saw how many people were staring at the poem.
"Me! Give this to me." Qin Huaiyu didn't understand either. He just read it smoothly and said quickly.
"Damn, my second uncle is here, we are a little far apart. Okay, give this song to me." After tasting it for a while, Fang Yiai's eyes lit up and she hurriedly said.
Immediately afterwards, Changsun Chong also joined in, everyone wanted this first poem.
Others were very curious when they saw Zhang San and others arguing over poems. Xie Hua'er also looked over after seeing the movement here. Because they were farther away, they didn't know what they were fighting for.
"They are indeed a group of warriors!" Xie Hua'er curled her lips, not very optimistic about them.
"Haha, I'm laughing so hard. They're even fighting among themselves." Zheng Shide gloated over there.
"I've already done this, sir. You'd better surrender as soon as possible to avoid embarrassment."
"Vote for you, sir." Zhang San was also furious. These guys were so unreliable that they were still arguing here. Hearing Zheng Shide's ridicule, he replied without looking back.
"You guys, please calm down, I'm pregnant with this song, and there's a lot of urgency behind it, so you can copy it, it's enough time for a cup of tea, you all have it, stop arguing, you're not afraid of embarrassment, I'm afraid." Zhang San listened.
When Zheng Shide came to tell him that it had been written, he quickly continued writing silently.
Then Zhang San wrote another song by Wei Zhuang, "Meeting an Old Friend on the River"
The year before last, I was sent to Jiangxi as a gift, and I was as drunk as mud in the red apricot orchard.
Today I saw the rhododendrons and partridges singing along the Junyue River.
When I arrived, no one from the old neighborhood was there. After leaving, I was a little confused on the road to Cangbo.
There are many fine wines in the Jade House by the river, but Zhongxuan's contemplation of the land should not be miserable.
"Don't grab it, this one is for Xiaobao." Zhang San was afraid that several people would quarrel, so he immediately made the distribution after finishing writing. At this time, he no longer paid attention to democracy.
"Xiao San, we are in-laws, so it's better to leave a legacy for my second uncle!" Fang Yiai saw that this poem was also a rare and good poem. With the previous episode, it was no longer easy to fight for it, so she whispered to Zhang San.
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"Don't worry, it's just poetry. You can have as many as you want. They're all good poems. Please be quiet. I'll hurry up and write them."
Changsun Chong admired Zhang San so much when he saw the first poem. It was amazing that he could write such a good poem in such a short time. However, Zhang San seemed to be cheating, and he wrote another poem. Changsun Chong
All Chong could do was to prostrate and worship.
Then, Zhang San worked non-stop, like a ghost painting a talisman, and wrote two poems in succession. One of them, "Crossing the Old Friend's Village" by Meng Haoran, was written by Changsun Chong first and signed with his name before Zhang San opened his mouth to assign it.
Fang Yiai beat her chest and felt very upset, secretly scolding Changsun Chong for being shameless. If Zhang San hadn't told him not to argue, Fang Yiai would have gone up to bite him.
Another song "Farewell Old Friend on the River" by Lan Zhi
The grass is green at the end of the world, and I cherish the remaining spring of wine.
Farewell to Cangjiang today, the east wind brings white hair.
The fallen flowers are shining brightly beside the horses, and the remaining birds are watching people coldly.
Be diligent and disciplined, and don’t get tired of driving frequently.
"Virgin, this song is for you." Zhang San said to Cheng Chumo.
"Okay, I don't care anyway." Cheng Chumo said nonchalantly.
"Xiaosan, where's mine?" Fang Yiai was already conquered by Zhang San's poetic talent. When did writing poetry become so easy? It's like drinking water.
"Don't worry, just replace the poem you wrote in the front with two lyrics at the end, just to be prepared." Zhang San said.
"I tell you Qiu Ba, stop pretending to be a fool. If you can't do it, just give up. I don't remember the faults of villains, and I won't get along with you." Zheng Shide continued to shout on the side, and joined the guards around him.
Makes the sound of a drake's throat.
"Zheng Xiaoer, mother Xipi, if I don't beat you until you can't take care of yourself, I'll write your name backwards." Cheng Chumo was about to rush forward, but Fang Yiai grabbed him.
"Calm down, wait until Xiaosan finishes writing, and with these verses in hand, are you still afraid of Zheng Shide? Let's see how we mock him later."
