Episode 1 Martial Arts Master Chapter 75 Recite Poetry for Fun
"Ah! So exciting and touching!"
"Oh my god, it is simply the language of heaven. Samur Common cannot fully express what I am feeling in my heart at this moment."
"Baron, you are also a star to me..."
All the noble ladies rushed to applaud, and several men also said: "Yes, Mr. Baron Bruce is indeed the most talented nobleman."
Bruce's face was calm, and he was already overjoyed. He thought to himself: "***, if I hadn't been kind enough to give leftovers to a beggar five years ago, that beggar would have given me a copy of "The Complete Works of the Bard" that claims to attract all the beauties in the world.
, I will not stand here and enjoy their admiration."
"Baron, read one more poem. It's a pleasure to listen to your poem. Oh, I would be drunk if I didn't drink the snowberry wine."
Bruce pretended to be reluctant and said: "Well, I have spent a whole month of energy on this poem. You guys have enjoyed listening to it, but how do you know that I spent several sleepless nights on it?"
Several idiot women begged: "Let's play another song..."
Bruce shied away for a long time to whet their appetite, until Mrs. Clifford said: "I want to hear it too." He immediately returned to his original deep look, resting his chin on his hand, looking ahead melancholy, and said lightly: "In reality,
Between you and my dreams, you are the mountain that I cannot cross, and the joys and sorrows of my life. You are the clouds in the pure sky, the evening breeze, and the beacon of my road. Oh, I am willing to give you all the happiness of my life.
for you……"
Naturally, there was a sound of gasping, and all the ladies were shocked.
Bruce was as satisfied as a prince who had worked hard for thirty years and finally ascended to the throne of God. He said triumphantly: "I have been thinking about this poem for several years, and I always felt that there were some sentences in it that were not good enough. But when I saw my wife today, I suddenly had an idea.
I figured it all out.”
The ladies were exchanging ideas about listening to wonderful poems. Bruce seemed to suddenly notice Shen Zhimo and shouted, "Mr. Saga, you seem a little disapproving. Why don't you compose a poem for us?"
The noble lady agreed: "Yes, yes, since you are the countess's friend, you have to show off. I guess all the friends your lady knows should be talented people. As for those low-level commoners, it is simply unimaginable.
"
Mrs. Clifford didn't have a close relationship with Shen Zhimo, so she didn't know what level he was at, but she looked at him with a look of expectation and said, "Mr. Saga, is that okay?"
When Zhiluo Tilin heard this, she became anxious and worried: "Saga can't even read a word, so she's still reciting some poetry. She's going to be embarrassed. Alas..."
Shen Zhimo followed the Chinese custom of being humble: "I don't know Chinese characters and I don't know much about literature and science. I'm afraid it will make me laugh, so I'll let you go."
Mrs. Clifford looked slightly disappointed and whispered: "Really not? Then let's talk about other things."
Shen Zhimo then remembered that after more than three months of contact, these foreigners didn't know what humility was. They were fighting over which piece of meat was the best on the table, and asked Aubrey and the others to help with things. If they could, they would just pat their chests and agree.
, If you are not willing to do something, you will refuse on the spot. If you hate someone, you will also say it on the spot. Generally, they are not polite and their personalities are straightforward. At least they are much better than those Han people who are frivolous.
Before he could speak, Bruce had already taken over the words and sneered: "I know that lower-class civilians are idiots, asking them to write poetry? That's a fantasy. By the same token, these lower-class civilians only deserve to eat black bread.
, drink the lowest-grade ale, defecate on the street corner, don’t pay attention to hygiene, worry about one or two copper corners, and become red-faced, what kind of beautiful poems can you expect them to write? Mr. Saga, is this the case? "
Shen Zhimo didn't get angry, he just looked at the other party jokingly: "Of course, you are absolutely right." To refute the other party's words, he had a lot of reasons. Those thoughts of Lao and Zhuang, no word is not the essence, he just disdains to argue with fools
It's just a debate. For example, if a low-level disciple of the Sea Shark Gang challenges him, a master of martial arts, he will just ignore it, otherwise he will lose his identity.
The gentle butler raised his head and put his left hand under his ribs like a proud penguin. He opened a high-backed chair for him and sat on the left side of the countess. There would not have been such a close distance, so the lady considered that he did not know him.
In order not to make him feel left out, others arranged for him to be beside him, and Rotiline was also beside him. This move made Bruce jealous for a while, and he kept chattering with the monkey-shaped lady in the middle.
It’s not uncomfortable to think about asking for advice on how to write poetry.
Some of the food that had been eaten was taken away. It turned out that it was just a prelude before their formal meal. The host was a countess, so she thought she would also serve some food to entertain them while chatting.
Everyone sat down one after another, and Zhiro Tilin had to teach him how to use a napkin: "Spread this out, fold it in half, put it on your lap, or press it under the plate to prevent the soup from staining you. Hey, you can follow suit.
Yeah, just do whatever you see them doing, don't make a fool of yourself."
The servant served the first appetizer, Kuzeskar kelp and seaweed soup. The seafood produced in Kuzeskar Port was of high quality and so famous that later most of the seafood dishes in the inland were named "Kuzeskar" in front.
"Zeskar". In fact, the port of Kuzeskar was destroyed by ashes and there are no fishermen working anymore. Eighty percent of the ingredients for this soup are obtained from other places.
Shen Zhimo cursed secretly: "Just a soup? There are some black vegetable leaves floating on it, it's all water? There's not even oil stars, are you kidding me?"
Zhiluo Tilin explained: "This is the first dish, the appetizer soup. There will be other dishes later. Don't worry, don't talk nonsense, otherwise you will lower your image in front of the madam and it will be difficult to deal with in the future. Look at what you just said
, I wrote a poem before, please memorize it quickly, and read it to my wife later, and try to get as many points as possible. Listen, I wish to be a seagull, soaring in the vast world, and only in your harbor can I anchor.
Come down."
Shen Zhimo's head was pounding, so he managed to cope with it: "Okay, I understand. I'll try to outshine Bruce later when he recites poetry." Seeing that others were scooping it up with a spoon and drinking it, he followed their example, and nothing happened.
, the taste is quite delicious, sweet and sour, my appetite is whetted for a while, and I am looking forward to the next delicacy.
Bruce, who was sitting opposite, noticed that there was such a cute and cute young girl next to Saga. After taking a closer look, he saw that her appearance was different from that of the Countess. One was delicate and fresh, the other mature and beautiful, just like the two.
Flowers were dotted around Saga's pile of cow dung, which made her even more angry: "You have a beautiful woman to accompany you, and you still dare to take advantage of my wife. I will make you look bad. Inferior commoners, hehe!"
The noble lady in monkey form said: "Why don't the Baron recite a poem impromptu to cheer him up? You must know that the Baron's poems are much more attractive than these delicacies."