Hou Yichen naturally wouldn't believe what he said. He lost to his opponent that day because the opponent was too well prepared and the opponent was the top student in the south. Although he was defeated, it was an honor for him, but today he thought that he would never lose to his opponent.
He will even humiliate the other party to the point of shame in a destructive way. Hou Yichen smiled lightly and said: "I respect your age and will not force you. If you can't fight, I will not humiliate you. This is my self-cultivation."
I still have it.”
Zhang Xiaowu said: "Don't you need to give us a question? How about asking Miss Ye to give us a question?"
Hou Yichen said: "Of course it's best, Miss Ye, how about you give us a question? You will be the judge, what do you think?"
Ye Aniu looked at Zhang Xiaowu unbearably and advised in a low voice: "Master Ximen, please just let this matter go."
Hou Yichen immediately said: "A gentleman's words are hard to catch up with, so how can we just let it go?"
Zhang Xiaowu said: "Poetry competition is poetry competition. I would rather lose than run away. Just come up with the topic, Miss Ye."
Ye Aniu looked outside and saw a wanderer carrying a broken sword. He suddenly had an idea in his mind and clapped his hands and said, "Then let's take which ranger as the title?"
Hou Yichen looked at the rangers in the distance with disdain and curled his lips and said: "These rangers are just wanderers who have no one to rely on and can only rely on their courage. Is it worth writing about them in poetry?"
Ye Aniu said: "If you don't dare to compete, you can admit defeat."
Hou Yichen said: "For Miss Ye, it doesn't matter if I just think about it for a while. Come as soon as you come - Mr. Ximen, you come first."
Zhang Xiaowu cursed shamelessly, but then he smiled slightly, waved his hands and shook his head and said: "I have a little poem called "Xia Ke Xing", which is about the knight-errant and his former self."
Ye Aniu said in surprise: "You used to be a ranger?"
Zhang Xiaowu said: "Yes, I used to be a ranger, but I just got tired of fighting and killing."
Ye Aniu asked: "Then what is the life of a ranger?"
Zhang Xiaowu said: "The blade of the knife licks blood. Today I don't know what to eat tomorrow. If I have money, I will live as much as I want. If I don't have money, I will go hungry. I occasionally do some bandit business. In short, I can live however I want, but I still live a sloppy life."
Random and directionless.”
Ye Aniu showed a longing expression and said leisurely: "Actually, I also want to be a ranger, but I don't allow it."
Hou Yichen was furious at the side, wondering why you two were still kissing me while I was having sex. He didn't hurry up and wrote a poem, so he immediately coughed and asked: "Master Ximen, please."
Zhang Xiaowu immediately said: "There are wild flowers in the north, and frost and snow are bright in Wu Gou.
The silver saddle shines on the white horse, rustling like a shooting star.
Kill one person in ten steps and leave no trace in a thousand miles.
When it was over, he brushed off his clothes and went away, hiding his body and name.
Three cups of Turannuo make the five mountains seem lighter.
After the eyes are dazzled and the ears are hot, the spirit and vitality are restored.
Thousands of people rushed to the wooden city, and the entire Central Plains was shocked.
The heroes of the ages journey to the capital of Xuan Helong.
Even if a hero dies and his bones are fragrant, he will not be ashamed of being a hero in the world.
Who can write in a cursory way, Ximen is the only one who can write well."
After saying that, Zhang Xiaowu stood up, laughed, turned and left, leaving Ye Aniu dumbfounded and staring at the tall and majestic figure and Hou Yichen, who was shocked by this poem.
Ye Aniu never thought that one day she would encounter such a chic and beautiful poem. She suddenly thought of who this poem was written about. It was about the heroes of the rebel army who were looking towards the north of the Great Wall. She immediately reacted and saw
Zhang Xiaowu stepped out of the store and chased him out.
But Hou Yichen was still thinking about this poem. After a long time, he finally reacted and exclaimed: "He is Ximen Xiaosheng who wrote "The Ghost Will Go"? He is Ximen Xiaosheng! That imperial prisoner? I actually read it today
When it comes to him? I actually compete with him in poetry? I'm...an idol! Wait, wait!"
Hou Yichen rushed out, but was stopped by the waiter, who frowned and said: "Sir, I haven't paid for the tea at your table. Are you planning to evade the order? Let me tell you, although our store is small,
, but our background is not small!”
Hou Yichen didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He quickly took out a piece of silver from his pocket and gave it to the waiter. He then turned around to continue chasing the person, but was stopped by the waiter again.
Hou Yichen asked anxiously: "What are you doing? Why did you stop me? Isn't this money enough for tea?"
The waiter shook his head and said, "No, no, I'm looking for your extra money, sir."
"unnecessary."
"No, I have to find you."
"I said I don't need it anymore."
"I have to pay it back to you. I won't take advantage of you. Look at that big brand. It operates with integrity!" The waiter in the store patted his chest. "We are a reputable businessman with backbone and I won't take advantage of you."
Hou Yichen was so angry that he pushed him away and chased him out, but they were nowhere to be seen on the left and right sides of the street. Hou Yichen regretted it so much. He really couldn't see gold and jade. If he had known who this Mr. Ximen was, he would have known who Mr. Ximen was.
He would not argue with him about poetry. It was not until this incident that he realized that Miss Ye could not possibly regard Ximen Xiaosheng as her lover. After all, there was such a big age difference between the two, and she was just trying to piss him off.
"Oh, it's so annoying." Hou Yichen was very embarrassed.
The waiter chased him out, put the pieces of silver into Hou Yichen's hand, pointed at him and said angrily: "Do you not trust me, are you insulting me? Give me more money, but I won't take it! You count them,
You’re not allowed to leave if you don’t count correctly, do you know that?”
Hou Yichen wanted to cry but had no tears. How could he meet such a stubborn guy?
Firstly, Zhang Xiaowu didn't like to compete with others in poetry, and secondly, he changed Li Bai's poems, which was not considered his talent. If he stayed, he would only reveal more flaws. It would be better to walk in a cool way, neither losing nor winning.
He left a perfect back for them to remember. But they never expected that Ye Aniu chased him out. He was not slow and even grabbed his clothes.
"How do men and women behave in such a manner on the street?" Zhang Xiaowu asked hurriedly.
Ye Aniu didn't let go, and said mischievously: "But I'm a woman disguised as a man, so I can't be considered a man or a woman."
Zhang Xiaowu opened his eyes wide and said: "It's because you disguise yourself as a man, which will make others misunderstand that you and I have an abnormal male-to-male relationship. When others say this, they look at it for a while, and it's really 'welcoming a man', 'Male on.'"
'Add a man', 'Know a man and advance', 'Strengthen a man and lock a man'! When I think of others saying this to me, I
I'm so scared that I'm covered in goosebumps." As he spoke, he actually made himself laugh, thinking that it had been a long time since he had told a joke about his past life. If he were a modern person, he would definitely understand the connotation, but it was a pity that he was flirting.
To the blind man, Ye Aniu had never heard of this "idiom", let alone understood its connotation.
Ye Aniu was puzzled for a long time, thinking hard about the meaning, but he did not let go of his clothes, and said strangely to himself: "What do you mean by these words? I don't understand why, what do you mean?"
"
Zhang Xiaowu patted his forehead, sighed, and said to himself, girl, you are so simple.