Li Feiyan was so angry that she seemed to be spewing out of her eyes, and asked coldly: "What do you mean?"
Yang Yanrong smiled and said, "Do you know what this is? I have money. The so-called money is the old man, and the lack of money is the grandson. Why do you want to drive me out? Are these fragrant pavilions opened by your family?"
"It's extremely vulgar!" Li Feiyan became even more angry, squeezed out four words from her teeth, and then turned away.
Yang Yanrong laughed and said, "Pretending to be noble in front of me, since I have arrived at the incense pavilion, women are here to sell, and men are here to buy. Is this also called vulgarity?"
Li Feiyan walked a few steps and was suddenly shocked. What's wrong with me? Why did I leave? Thinking of this, he turned back and walked back. He looked at Yang Yanrong with a sneer and said, "You are not only rich."
What else do you have? It's just a useless fool! If you want to stay here, stay!"
Yang Yanrong laughed again and said, "You actually said I am a fool? When did I get a fool? Is the rich one the fool? It's really funny."
Li Feiyan snorted, her pretty face was frosty, and she said in a stern tone: "Since you are not a fool, then you can write a few poems about plum blossoms to see. If you can chant a few poems with elegant style, I
I apologize to you and take back what I said you are a fool, how about it?"
Yang Yanrong cut and said disdainfully: "Peace of Plum Blossoms? What's the difficulty? Not to mention a few, even dozens or hundreds of them, I can do it, and it's much more clever than yours.
Believe it or not?”
Once this was said, everyone in the hall was shocked and thought, is this person too crazy? Dozens and hundreds of songs, I feel dizzy when I think about it. If I can write one song, it would be very literary
Yes.
Li Feiyan's eyes were even more disdainful, and she curled her lips and sneered: "If you can write a few poems, I will pour you wine to accompany you."
Wu Meicun and Chen Shouzheng looked at each other and thought to himself that it was not good. Why did the third brother make Li Feiyan angry? And you said it too much. If you can't do it for a while, you're afraid you will be embarrassed.
Ah! He quickly touched Yang Yanrong's hand, and Chen Shouzheng whispered: "Third brother, why do you have the same knowledge as a woman? I have no shame and my identity. Otherwise, let's leave now!"
"Yes, yes, third brother, I think it's better for us to leave early!" Wu Meicun didn't believe that this third brother from the giant business family could write any good poems, so he followed suit.
Yang Yanrong waved his hand and said with a smile: "It's okay!" He looked at Li Feiyan who was glaring at him and said: "Miss Li, aren't everyone here to compete for the courtesan tonight? Why are they talking about poetry and literature again
Going together? Is the poem I wrote better than you, and I can be your guest of the curtain?"
Li Feiyan had no such intention at first, but just wanted to make friends with literature in the incense pavilion. I don’t know who spread it, saying that she wanted to use poetry and prose here to make many talented men compete for the courtesans.
Later, she saw more and more people coming, and most of them were famous figures in Youzhou City. She was also complaining secretly in her heart, but she couldn't say it out. Now when she saw the young man in white asked, she said coldly: "
Not bad! So what? Do you think you can win the courtesan by yourself?"
"Okay!" Yang Yanrong clapped his hands and said with a smile: "Since you have admitted it, I will fight for the courtesan. You better prepare and wash your body clean in a while, and wait for me, haha!"
As soon as Li Feiyan said this, she secretly regretted that the things that had disappeared were real after she said it. Now she had no choice but to refute it. Even if this boy in white can't get the courtesan today, she was in the hall.
Of course, there will be someone who will take the lead. Could it be that my innocent body is thrown away because of this vulgar person? Let's look at the ugly Mr. Zhao before, Li Feiyan was so uncomfortable that she almost wanted to hit the wall
, It would be better to die if you hand over your body to that person.
When everyone in the hall heard this, it turned out that this matter was still true. They couldn't help but cheer, and they all thought that this young man in white was really a wonderful person. It turned out that everyone was still suspicious. Now, Miss Li really wanted to be the leader of the flower
If anyone can win the courtesan, wouldn’t that be a beautiful thing? Looking at Li Feiyan’s peerless appearance, everyone in the hall became active. In a while, they must write some good poems and put them out.
Li Feiyan was impressed.
Yang Yanrong's words made Li Feiyan so angry, and tears were spinning in her eyes, but she refused to fall.
"Young Master, please recite a few poems you wrote!" Li Feiyan clenched her teeth and said hatefully.
"Beside the broken bridge outside the post station, lonely blooming without a master. It was already dusk and sorrow, and the wind and rain were even more filled with the spring. I had no intention of fighting for the spring, letting the flowers be jealous, and the scattered into mud and dust, only the fragrance was as good as before." Yang Yanrong sang slowly.
Let’s start with Lu You’s poem about plum blossoms. Anyway, Lu You has not been born yet. It’s not a sin to plagiarize your poem.
Lu You loved plum blossoms all his life, chanting plum blossoms, and sang it with plum blossoms. He praised plum blossoms as "the most stern among flowers", and he was like the soulmate of plum blossoms and the incarnation of plum blossoms. This poem can be called Lu You's sing about plum blossoms.
The representative work of this era is a rare and superior work even in the history of literature. But how can people in this era know these?
Li Feiyan was stunned, Wu Meicun, Chen Shouzheng was also stunned, and the young master Zhao and the whole hall were stunned. As soon as this poem was released, it immediately chants the plum blossom poem written by those people before.
He stepped on his feet hard. Whether it was the style or artistic conception, this poem about plum blossoms can be regarded as the best.
"Good poems, good poems! Third brother, you have written a good poem! The plum blossoms are so quiet and unconventional, coming from the flowers, but now they are blooming outside the suburbs, near the dilapidated "broken bridge".
Of course, there are few people, lonely, desolate and cold, and are neglected. From the first sentence, we can see that it is neither the plum in the government nor the plum in the famous garden, but a "wild plum" growing in a remote suburb.
It has no need to receive the care it deserves, and no one can appreciate it. With the metabolic seasons, it opens silently and witheres silently. It is covered in a daze, and is willing to take a look at it,
It is the ownerless plum..." When Chen Shouzheng commented on the poem, it turned out to be like the water of the Yellow River, with endless waves. Yang Yanrong was stunned. As expected, he responded to what he said before, and could only recite poems and comment on poems.
It's right.
Chen Shouzheng commented for a long time, and finally sighed: "Third brother, you use someone to describe plum blossoms. The last sentence has the power to carry a tripod. It revitalizes the whole article and turns the unfortunate situation of the plum blossoms in front, the wind and rain, withering and falling, and turning into mud.
The desolate, desolate and sad, was thrown out of the sky. The poem shows the tone of self-admiration and desolation." He patted Yang Yanrong's shoulder and said with great emotion: "Third brother, others look down on you,
But I am your best brother, your best friend, and your poems are the best."
Wu Meicun also woke up from the shock and sighed: "Third brother, Gao Cai, I have to accept my brother!"
Yang Yanrong smiled and said, "I'm just doing it randomly, I'm making everyone laugh."
"Great talent! I heard this poem about plum blossoms today and realized that I am really talented and knowledgeable. I will definitely ask my brother for advice in the future!" The young master Zhao walked slowly, bowed to Yang Yanrong long, and praised him.
: "As soon as this poem of plum blossoms is released, I will never write a poem of plum blossoms in the next chapter."
Li Feiyan really wanted to rush up and kick this guy hard. She was obviously a talented man, but she wanted to pretend to be a vulgar person and put herself in. This poem is indeed more than her just now.
The poem about plum blossoms I wrote is much higher in terms of artistic conception and style. Do you really want to lose to him? No, I can't just lose like that. Well, he didn't say he could still write
Do you have dozens or hundreds of poems? Humph, I will let you write it. Anyway, you said this, but it has nothing to do with me.
Li Feiyan thought of the sound of the sound and said lightly: "This poem is indeed good. Young Master, can you write dozens of poems? Then please come quickly and let everyone enjoy it!"
Seeing Li Feiyan's expression, Yang Yanrong knew that she was pretending to be calm. She smiled secretly, but she didn't say it out loud. She chanted again: "The wind and rain send spring back, and the snow welcomed spring. It was already a cliff with a hundred feet of ice, and there were still beautiful flowers.
. .如有小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小
Everyone saw that the young man in white chanted another excellent work, and the styles of the two poems before and after were very different. This poem praised the noble character of the plum blossoms' private dedication, which can be said to be from those chanting in the past.
Plum's poems are different.
After hearing Yang Yanrong’s two consecutive articles, everyone in the hall would not understand that this person is definitely the greatest talent in the world. No one here can compare with him.
Li Feiyan was so anxious that she was about to cry. What to do? What to do? This guy is so talented that he can't compare with him. Judging from his confident look, he might be able to write dozens of songs in one breath.
Come on. Cao Zhi, who made a poem in seven steps in ancient times, is there someone who made a poem in the past?
Before Li Feiyan could speak, Yang Yanrong chanted again: "The fragrances are falling and the noisy is beautiful, and they occupy all the charms to the small garden. The sparse shadows slant across the water, and the faint fragrance floats at dusk. The frost birds are about to fall and the pink butterflies are first taken away.
If you know that you have a soul that you can break. Fortunately, you can have a slight chant to each other, so you don’t have to be good at sharing the golden cup.”
The beauty of this poem lies in the fact that it is clear and freehand and vivid. Therefore, the side-stripping brushwork is used to render the pure and noble character of plum blossoms from all angles. As soon as this poem comes out, the whole room is shocked.
Li Feiyan was so sad that she almost vomited blood. This guy's poem about plum blossoms was better than the other, especially the last one, which had become the masterpiece of plum blossoms. She herself couldn't bear to destroy this atmosphere.
Yang Yanrong smiled and said, "Miss Li, I can write a lot of plum blossom poems. Do I want me to write a few more poems?"
Li Feiyan sighed quietly, looked at Yang Yanrong, and said nothing. She poured a glass of wine on her own, brought it to him, Yingying bowed and said, "Feiyan judged people by her appearance, and mistakenly regarded experts as ordinary people.
Today’s events really make Feiyan remember all his life. This glass of wine is what Feiyan sincerely apologized to Mr.! Please don’t mind it!”
Yang Yanrong laughed, picked up the wine glass, and fucked it as soon as he raised his neck.
Li Feiyan suddenly remembered the previous words, blushed and gritted her teeth and said, "Today, Mr. Wang is the guitar, and he has won the courtesan. The little woman will go into the room to take a shower and change clothes. Please wait for a moment."
Yang Yanrong shook his head, chuckled, and said, "I'm really sorry, I'm not free today!" As he said, he pushed the pile of silver on the table and said, "I'll ask all the people here today.
It’s all! Everyone enjoy it!" He winked at Chen Shouzheng and Wu Meicun. The two of them understood and stood up one after another and left together.
Li Feiyan's face suddenly turned pale. Unexpectedly, she put her up on her, but she didn't even want this person. She really stepped on her self-esteem and confidence.
Yang Yanrong's move was so beautiful. Even if it spreads it in the future, only people would praise Yang Yanrong's noble character. He had already won, but he let the other party go. But Li Feiyan didn't think so.
Yes, this is obviously not to look down on her. Is it because I am a fair woman, do you look down on me? For a moment, Li Feiyan stood there in a daze, and tears finally couldn't help falling down again
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After watching this wonderful poetry competition, the people in the hall felt that the trip was worth it! Looking at Li Feiyan's pitiful look, she felt unbearable, but no one could find anything to comfort her.
They left quietly. After a while, all the people in the hall left cleanly.
Li Feiyan looked at the pile of silver on the table, suddenly shouted angrily, pushed the table, and then covered her face and ran away crying...
"Haha, third brother, you are so talented! You convinced the arrogant Li Feiyan. As far as I know, only Li Feiyan has never refused men, and I have never heard of it.
Which man would refuse Li Feiyan? Let's go tonight, so happy, let's go to drink!" Wu Meicun laughed loudly, and walked on the street with her arms and shoulders, from time to time
The beauties on the street secretly glanced at each other, which made the pedestrians look at each other.
"Looking at these three damn gods, they are not good things, I'm gonna have a good time!"
"Shh, whisper, you don't want to die! Do you know who that person is? That's the young master of governor Chen. If he hears it, you'll be afraid that you will be killed."
"Tsk! I'm not afraid of him. The whole family is a traitor! Humph, the bad guy who helped the Khitans do things!"
"Go away, go away, he's here."
"Hey, don't pull me!"
Chen Shouzheng said angrily: "This person is so annoying. My father is an honest official. Although he works for the Khitans, he has always been a safeguarding our Han people."
Yang Yanrong smiled and said, "What do they know? What's wrong with the Khitans? What's wrong with the Han people? Are they all humans? Let's find a place to drink, and later we will go to your brother's house to see the beauty."
"Haha, it's really a fellow..."
I am so kind, because of the red envelope and gold medals given by a passionate book friend, I will add two chapters. Now everyone knows that I am two chapters combined into one chapter, a 4,000-word big chapter, let everyone read it
I feel refreshed. I don’t go to work today, so I have enough time. At about 8:30, the last chapter of 4,000 words will come out at the latest at 9:00!