"Send what you have written first, and stop some dancing first."
Zhang San felt that Zheng Shide deserved to be beaten. At first, he thought that this guy's reputation would be ruined and he would spit out bad words. Now it seems that this guy doesn't care about reputation at all. I really don't know if he is a child of an aristocratic family. Isn't it said that these people want face the most?
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From ancient times to the present, the most popular person who has visited these fireworks places is undoubtedly Liu Yong. This person has gained many "female fans" with his poems. The key is that people don't have to spend money to go there, and they can still make some money afterward.
Flowers.
Zhang San feels that the previous poems are very consistent with the theme of "old friends", and now the two poems are put together. Zhang San does not believe that even if Zheng Shide can do better than Meng Haoran in this land of fireworks, he can still do better than "Liu Bai Whoring"
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So, Zhang San memorized two of Liu Yong's more famous poems describing "lover".
The old friend didn’t say what kind of old friend he was, so parting with his lover should be considered as such!
"Yulin Bell"
The cicadas are mournful, it is late in the pavilion, and the shower has just begun to subside. There is no trace of drinking in the tent of the capital, and the orchid boat is urging me to leave. Holding hands and looking at each other's tearful eyes, I am speechless and choked. Thinking about it, thousands of miles of smoke waves, the dusk is heavy and the sky is vast.
Since ancient times, sentimental feelings have hurt farewells, and it is even more embarrassing to neglect the Qingqiu Festival! Where can I wake up tonight? Willow bank, dawn wind and waning moon. After so many years, it should be a good time and beautiful scenery. Even if there are thousands of customs, who should I tell them?
"Xiao Ai, this poem is for you." Zhang San said casually.
"Sentiment has hurt parting since ancient times, what a good word! My brother-in-law is reliable," Fang Yiai's eyes lit up after reading it, and she said excitedly.
"Otherwise, mistress, how can you treat me differently just to please your second uncle? We are all brothers!" Changsun Chong said with amusement, his eyes widened after reading.
"Nonsense, there is a second uncle above all brothers. I will transcribe this poem myself." Fang Yiai asked Changsun Chong to step aside and prepare to transcribe it himself. This will give him the ability to brag to outsiders in the future.
Xie Hua'er also saw the poems sent by the warriors. As soon as she read the first poem, Xie Hua'er secretly praised, "Wonderful!"
"It's just that this song "Meeting Old Friends in Liangchuan" doesn't feel like what a person of this age should feel? It's more like a white-haired old man happily meeting an old friend and sighing that time is like running water. How strange!"
Xie Hua'er continued to read, and the more she read, the more surprised she became. Aren't these three warriors in the army? How come they have such literary talent?
Xie Hua'er didn't like these so-called talents who hung around the land of fireworks. They talked a lot about things, but in fact they didn't have a lot of ink in their stomachs. Especially those warriors in the army, they were even more vulgar.
Although these few people are not ordinary warriors, it does not affect Xie Hua'er's view. Especially when the previous few people yelled and killed, and were full of swear words, Xie Hua'er did not like them, but now Xie Hua'er has no good impression of them.
Several of them had different views.
Zhang San finally wrote Liu Yong's other poem "Die Lian Hua" and Fang Yiai and others didn't know how to exaggerate. Thousands of words were combined into one sentence: "Fuck, Glass is so awesome!"
Zhang San originally said this while eating, but now Cheng Chumo shouted it out, attracting the attention of others.
"You are so excited, do you understand?" Changsun Chong asked.
"No! But I think it's very powerful. Anything I can't understand shouldn't be ordinary poetry."
Hearing Cheng Chumo's answer, Changsun Chong had a dark look on his face and thought to himself: You have the hardest fist, so whatever you say will come true.
After Changsun Chong transcribed it, he handed it to the maid waiting aside and brought it to the table for Xie Hua'er to appreciate.
"Xiaosan, how did you do it? I don't even know what to say. In less than a cup of tea, you wrote six poems in a row. You are so awesome!" Fang Yiai imitated Zhang.
Three gestures gave him a thumbs up.
"You have suffered the loss of not receiving nine years of compulsory education." Zhang San said casually.
"What the hell?" Several people looked confused.
"It means you suffer the disadvantage of being uneducated." Zhang San quickly explained.
At this time, several people also wrote poems and were sent to Xie Hua'er by Mr. Turtle and his maid.
Zhang San still had a headache, so he found a place to sit down, rest, and wait for Xie Hua'er to announce who could be her guest.
"Xiao San, which song do you think Xie Hua'er will fall in love with later?" Fang Yiai had long coveted the beauty of this courtesan, and she also sat next to Zhang San and asked.
"Who knows, I have a headache, you guys stay here for now. I'll find a place to sleep for a while, and call me when I leave tomorrow." Zhang Sanyi felt even more uncomfortable when he sat down, and now he no longer had the energy to scold Zheng Shide.
"Aren't you waiting for Xie Hua'er to turn over the cards?" Qin Huaiyu asked.
"It doesn't matter which brand she reads, as long as it's not Zheng Shide, it's fine. No, I'm going to find a room to sleep in." After Zhang San finished speaking, he waved to a maid and asked her to find a room for him to sleep in.
It was the first time that the maid saw such a request. She didn't call her a girl, but just found a place to sleep. Seeing the maid's hesitation, Zhang San handed the maid a piece of silver and said, "Hurry up."
Fang Yiai and the others shook their heads helplessly, Zhang San's operation was really incomprehensible.
The maid collected the money and quickly took Zhang San to the back room.
Xie Hua'er frowned, "They're all rubbish, it's embarrassing." When he saw the poems presented later, they were even more rubbish.
Poems written by Zhang San and Fang Yiai were also included. When she saw Fang Yiai's "Yulin Ling", Xie Huaer's eyes were full of emotion, "Sentiment has hurt parting since ancient times, and it's even more embarrassing to be left out in the Qingqiu Festival!"
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Xie Hua'er murmured to herself, unable to extricate herself from the words.
Xie Hua'er glanced at Fang Yiai and sighed to herself: "This young master Fang comes here often, but I didn't expect him to be so talented."
Although Xie Hua'er no longer wants to read the poems that follow, she still has to show off and not offend these money-spending owners. After all, she still relies on them for rewards.
I casually scrolled down the page and suddenly saw the song "Die Lian Hua" signed by Zhang San. When I looked at it, I couldn't take my eyes away.
"Standing in the dangerous building, the wind is blowing softly, looking at the extreme spring sorrow, the sky is gloomy. In the grass-colored smoke, I am speechless, who can follow my thoughts. I want to get drunk with the madness, and sing to the wine, but the strong music is still tasteless. Clothes and belts
Gradually, I will not regret it, but I will make people feel haggard because of Yi."
Xie Hua'er's eyes blurred with tears, and she was moved by this unswerving friendship. She didn't want to let go of her spring sorrow, she only wanted to be with her, and she would rather be haggard and skinny than regret.
"Isn't this what I want?"
"Miss Hua'er, is my song "Drunken Lovesickness" better?" Zheng Shide asked anxiously when he saw Xie Hua'er sitting there in a daze.
Xie Hua'er was woken up by Zheng Shide and glanced at him with disgust. If Zheng Shide hadn't mentioned his name, he would have forgotten the poem.
Of course, given Zheng Shide's status and status, he did not dare to offend him. He relaxed his mood and said with a smile: "Mr. Zheng is a talented man. His poem about drunken lovesickness is so wonderfully written that the little girl admired him."
When Zheng Shide heard this, he was extremely happy. He thought that he was indeed superior in skills. Then he looked at Cheng Chumo and others provocatively, meaning, "Have you Qiu Ba seen this?"
When Fang Yiai and others heard what Xie Hua'er said, they thought that they and others were defeated. They wondered in their hearts whether none of the six poems could catch the eyes of the oiran, or was it that the oiran and Zheng Shide were colluding.
Just as he was about to refute, he heard Xie Hua'er continue: "Unfortunately, the friendship described by Zheng Langjun is not what I want. I still prefer Zhang Sanlang's Die Lianhua."
After Xie Hua'er finished speaking, Zheng Shide looked constipated, as if he had eaten dozens of flies.
When Fang Yiai and others heard this, they burst out laughing. Just as they were about to call Zhang San, they suddenly thought that Zhang San had already gone to bed.
"May I ask where Mr. Zhang Sanlang is? Are you willing to be Hua'er's guest?" Xie Hua'er asked.
Changsun Chong and the others looked at each other, you looked at me, I looked at you, feeling inexplicable.
