Learn mathematics, physics and chemistry well, and you will not be afraid to travel all over the fairy world! Chapter 19 I Didn't Said I Be the Guest of Honor
"It really suits the occasion. In a few days, it will be the annual Qiqiao Festival." After the little maid reminded him, Mu Heng realized that it was almost Chinese Valentine's Day, and it had been almost a month since he came to this world. He didn't know where to look.
Are the Altair and Vega stars we saw the same as those we saw back home?
There is still a day for the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl to reunite, but I am afraid that I will never return home.
Now is not the time to think about these things. Putting aside the melancholy in his mind, Mu Heng continued: "I am lucky enough to be favored by Miss Qing'er today. If Pindao accepts the girl's invitation and is a guest, I think everyone else here will
It will be difficult to be convinced, and it will also be difficult for Miss Qing'er to do it."
The words "Guest of the House" made Liu Qing'er extremely shy. This person was really annoying. How could he say these four words so openly in front of his daughter's family?
However, Mu Heng's words touched everyone's heart, and everyone's attitude towards Mu Heng rarely changed. This Taoist priest is quite good at being a man, and his tone became much more relaxed: "What the Taoist Master said is true, this character
If there are no poems to accompany the incense gathering, wouldn’t it be a flaw?”
"In this case, this incense tasting party must continue, and the winners and losers will be judged with poems. If Pindao wins this title, everyone here will no longer complain; if Pindao cannot win this title, this guest will
Naturally, the winner will be the winner." Mu Heng added fuel to the flames. How could he make money if he didn't hold this incense tasting party?
Everyone was overjoyed when they heard this. Since Mu Heng had been invited by Liu Qing'er, he had become the target of public criticism. At this time, they were united in fighting against Mu Heng. The leader, Fu Chengping, also bowed his hands to Mu Heng and said, "Taoist Priest."
"That makes sense. I wonder what Miss Qing'er thinks?"
Whether this incense tasting party can continue, we have to ask the owner for his opinion. Don't be too busy here, and others won't pay attention to it at all.
"You have nothing to do, please do what you want." Liu Qing'er saw that Mu Heng was taking his time and seemed to be thinking about everyone. However, after carefully thinking about his previous performance, he vaguely guessed what he was thinking. But, was it too much?
Too big?
I am somewhat looking forward to Mu Heng's next performance. This oiran fragrance tasting party is just a gimmick. If I want to be a guest, I have to make my own decision. Listening to the story Mu Heng told today, I also feel a pang for him.
Out of curiosity, I decided to invite him to have a chat.
"Since Miss Qing'er has no objections, I'll let Pindao do the work first." With Liu Qing'er's approval, Mu Heng continued.
"Pindao has been a monk since he was a child. He has been with scriptures all day long and has little contact with poetry and poetry. Please forgive me for not doing well." Mu Heng saw that everyone was interested, so he simply made it more lively.
Everyone looked at Mu Heng with ambiguous eyes, and Fu Chengping said: "The Taoist priest is too modest. The Taoist priest is only right if he is not good at poetry. If the Taoist priest spends all his time with scriptures and compares us with poetry,
Aren’t we waiting for nothing?”
What good words can you, a Taoist priest, come up with? Let’s see how I trample you to the bottom later. Mu Heng ignored the other party’s self-deprecation and just looked at everyone’s eyes, which said “I don’t think much of you.”
"That poor man is showing off his ugliness." Mu Heng imitated the acting on TV, put his hands behind his back, and involuntarily took a step forward. He slightly raised his head and looked at the carvings on the roof. The meaning was already clear.
Everyone, please step back, I'm going to start pretending.
Liu Qing'er has been paying attention to Mu Heng's nondescript movements, which are a bit funny, like wearing a crown while wearing a monkey.
"The thin clouds make tricks, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver and Han are far away in darkness. When the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will defeat countless people in the world." The words themselves have rhythm, and they are catchy when read. Mu Heng's ups and downs tone, constantly
Touching everyone's heartstrings.
"Hiss..." Everyone waiting to see Mu Heng's joke gasped at this moment and looked at Mu Heng angrily. Their original playful expressions instantly froze, and a purple-red color the color of pig liver flooded their faces.
, like a monkey’s butt.
You don’t know how to write poetry. You just finished this and you’re already beating everyone up.
Anyone with a little knowledge of literature will understand the genius of this poem, and Liu Qing'er is no exception: "Once the master's fault comes out, no one will dare to write Chinese Valentine's Day poems again."
Without waiting for Mu Heng's response, Liu Qing'er said to herself: "One word of skill and one word of hate describe the meaning and meaning of Chinese Valentine's Day vividly. You are a great talent."
"When Jin Feng Yu Lu met, he won countless victories in the world. It turns out that the young master is also a sweetheart, and he is as sincere as the woman who eloped on a snowy night."
The onlookers could only listen to Liu Qing'er's appreciation of Mu Heng's words at this moment, but she was not very embarrassed, even though it was really well written.
Mu Heng glanced at Liu Qing'er and saw the expression on her face. She seemed to be infected by the sadness and dedication to love in these words. Her eyes looking at Mu Heng were filled with warmth.
"Young Master, are you ready to go downstairs?" At this moment, no one else existed in the two people's eyes, as if they were the only ones discussing with each other.
"Of course, listen carefully, girl: tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams, and you can't bear to look at the Magpie Bridge on your way back. If love lasts for a long time, how can we stay together day and night?"
"If love lasts for a long time, especially in the morning and evening. If there is love in the heart, even if we are far apart, it is more valuable than accompanying mediocre people." Which girl is not pregnant, even if she is used to seeing false love in this land of fireworks,
After seeing Liu Qing'er who was in a state of dissipation and dissipation, she couldn't help but yearn for true love.
"The girl is absolutely right." Mr. Qin Guan Qin's Chinese Valentine's Day poem, which is said to be the masterpiece of the ages, was used to bully these common people. It was really a waste, but the effect of this pretense was really good, and it felt like a slap in the face.
Super cool.
The faces of everyone in the audience were flushed, their fists were clenched tightly, and steam seemed to be rising from their heads. The resentment emanating from their bodies was about to overthrow the entire Tianxiang Tower.
Mu Heng, who was smiling but not smiling, paid little attention to Liu Qing'er. Instead, he looked at the young masters and said, "Young masters, my lyrics are just average and make everyone laugh."
At this moment, looking at Mu Heng's teasing smile, everyone understood that they had been tricked by this girl. They were furious, but had nowhere to vent their anger.
"The provocation is over. I would like to invite you all to take over and make this incense tasting event popular." Mu Heng did not think it was a big deal and continued to add fuel to the fire.
Liu Qing'er watched silently from the side as Mu Heng continued to challenge everyone's bottom line. She felt that it was funny and happy in her heart. They were really a bunch of losers. However, she was a little worried that she would offend these young men and Mu Heng would not be able to gain any favor, so she advised:
"Mr. Mu is joking. This Chinese Valentine's Day poem written by you is probably unprecedented and will never be seen again. Why should you ridicule everyone?"
Feeling Liu Qing'er's resistance, Mu Heng cast an unconvinced glance at her. The meaning was very clear, Pindao hadn't had enough fun yet.
Seeing the look in Mu Heng's eyes that wanted to continue, Liu Qing'er said again: "Qing'er wants to ask the young master for music and poetry. Please go to the backyard and talk about it."
Everyone who was originally speechless by Mu Heng and embarrassed to express their opinions saw Liu Qing'er inviting Mu Heng for the second time, and their five-flavor bottles were instantly overturned. The leader, Fu Chengping, was anxious and hurriedly stopped him.
He said: "Miss Qing'er is not allowed. How can this Taoist priest be so virtuous that he can win the favor of a girl?"
"Yes, although this Taoist priest is good at poetry, he is not capable of becoming a girl's guest."
"Taoist Master, you are a monk, how can you visit a brothel? Why don't you get out quickly?"
People who could no longer look down on Mu Heng in terms of poetry were looking for balance elsewhere, and found various reasons to prevent Mu Heng from becoming their dream guest.
"Hmph, Miss Zi Qing'er has the final say on whether or not this guest can do it. She invited me twice. If I don't have the qualifications, then who among you here is qualified?" Mu Heng scolded with a straight face.
Tao. When it comes to music, you can't explain it. When it comes to poetry, you are even more vulnerable. Why do you have the face to point fingers here?
In front of her, this group of people had one "guest of the curtain" on the left and one "guest of the curtain" on the right, making Liu Qing'er extremely shy.
Everyone also understood that Mu Heng was being reasonable and worried that no man could bear it when the one he loved was about to become someone else's. However, without the protagonist Liu Qing'er's platform, they were just anxious.
Seeing everyone's distracted expressions, Mu Heng felt that it was almost done, so he changed the topic again: "But..." He deliberately whetted everyone's appetite, and seeing that the time was almost up, he slowly said again: "Miss Cheng Qing'er, please give me your love."
, Pindao just has the qualification to be the guest of honor, but Pindao didn’t really say that he wanted to be the guest of honor.”
"Ah..." Mu Heng's words were like ice-cold water droplets falling into a hot oil pan, causing an explosion in the hall.
"What are you talking about? You won't be the soldier to the grave?" The ups and downs in life came so suddenly. When everyone heard from Mu Heng's words that they still had a chance to get close to Liu Qing'er, they were immediately overjoyed and a little uncomfortable.
Dare to believe.
It is said that since Liu Qing'er came to Xinzhou City, all the men in the city are like hungry wolves when they see delicious lamb. They will pounce on it whenever there is an opportunity. And now, this Taoist priest has obviously got this coveted lamb.
It's incredible that the opportunity was given up.
Different from the ease in everyone's heart, Liu Qing'er's face gradually turned from green to black, and the haze on her forehead almost covered the entire Tianxiang Tower. Mu Heng's unbeatable expression seemed to be a severe humiliation to himself, as if he was
Said: Let everyone praise you and cater to you, but you are nothing to me.
The solidification of the atmosphere also made Mu Heng stop the smile at the corner of his mouth. He came back to his senses and saw the evil spirit that could not be covered by the gauze. He screamed in his heart because he still underestimated the serious consequences of refuting the beauty's face.
"Forget it, let's get some money and run away. If we stay any longer, we might get eaten." Thinking to himself, Mu Heng looked at Liu Qing'er and said, "Girl, please don't blame me. I'm just a poor person."
People who are young should not get too involved in the world, for fear of delaying their spiritual practice."
After listening to Mu Heng's soft words, Liu Qing'er's face filled with evil spirits instantly changed, but it did not become gentle, but with a deep contempt, but she did not say anything, she just looked at Mu Heng quietly, waiting.