"No, no, the poem you made is not about the Mid-Autumn Festival at all, you are foul" Under the gaze of everyone, Lu Qinghong's reaction was a little fierce, and he stood up violently and shouted to Li Muyun.
But this time Li Muyun didn't get used to him anymore, and said with a sneer: "When did Lu Yuanjun's memory become so bad with the Mid-Autumn Festival as the theme, when I said it just now, I clearly said that the moon was the theme, or there was a moon in the poem, so many people present heard it, did Lu Yuanjun want to change his mind again?"
Lu Qinghong was stunned, but soon rushed to say: "It is said that it is a monthly question, but who doesn't know that today is the Mid-Autumn Festival."
"The Mid-Autumn Festival is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the moon is the moon, just like Lingtang is a woman, but women are not necessarily Lingtang, what Ben Hou said is right" Li Muyun said in a good time, but the ridicule in his tone was heard clearly by everyone present.
"You" Lu Qinghong's angry eyes almost didn't burst out, but Li Muyun's other identity was from Sanpin's leisurely waiting, which was several levels higher than him, which made him swear in his throat, but he couldn't say it.
"Okay, my poem was finished just now, now it's up to you, I believe that Lu Yuanjun's personality shouldn't be cheating" Li Muyun looked at Lu Qinghong, who was almost angry with himself, shrugged his shoulders, looked at the people outside the main seat, and said threateningly.
Lu Qinghong also knew very well at this time that he would lose the first game anyway, even if he forced himself to take out the poems he had prepared, it was useless, it was better to hide it than to take it out and be embarrassed.
If Li Muyun's second poem is not good for a while, he has three poems in his hand that can be compared.
I have to say that Lu Qinghong's heart is really big, and at this time, he still thinks about Tian Ji horse racing, he doesn't want to think about it, since Li Muyun can come up with such a poem, how can the second and third poems be different.
However, this guy has now been fascinated by jealousy, and he doesn't realize that he is going further and further down the wrong path, and even at a certain moment, he is still dreaming about how he will humiliate Li Muyun if he loses.
"Hey, if you can't do it, if you can, hurry up and take out your poems, if you can't, hurry up and drink."
Wang Qing finally got a little impatient waiting at this time, and rolled his eyes and said to Lu Qinghong.
As a young person, sometimes it is so impulsive, and worshipping a person and a very person is often just in that moment.
Li Muyun's performance just now was simply cool in Wang Qing's eyes, although he didn't know how to describe that feeling, but the inexplicable excitement made him almost forget who he was.
Wang Weiwei also seemed to think that Lu Qinghong, as a guest, was a bit excessive to provoke Li Muyun without his consent, so he had no intention of stopping Wang Qing's words.
Between Lu Qinghong, Yu Zhining, and Li Muyun, he chose the latter, as for the waste of the Lu family's side branches, forget it, this kind of eyeless guy will let him fend for himself Although Lu Qinghong was scolded by a junior, although he was very faceless, after all, Wang Weiwei was still sitting here, and he was always bad at Wang Qing, so he could only grit his teeth and admit defeat in the end: "In this first bet, Lu Mou admits defeat."
With that, he grabbed the wine cup on the table, raised his head and mixed bitter tears, and took a sip.
"That's right, manly man, how can you be untrustworthy" Wang Qing seemed to be talking to himself, but the voice was still loud enough for all the people at the table to hear clearly, and Lu Qinghong was almost not spurted by his angry mouthful of old blood.
"Mu Yun, take out your second poem, just let the teacher have a good time" Yu Zhining is still a righteous man and a gentleman after all, seeing that Lu Qinghong has been taught a lesson, he diverted the topic and urged Li Muyun to continue.
It's just that although the righteous gentleman sometimes doesn't scold dirty words, that kind of ignorance makes Lu Qinghong feel even more annoyed, if it weren't for the wrong occasion, it is estimated that he would be able to find a crack in the ground now.
And Li Muyun was urged by Lao Yu, and he smiled bitterly in his heart, saying in his heart that I am not a poet and a poet, how can I make poems, these poems that can be memorized now are still taught in school in the previous life, if I continue like this, it is estimated that sooner or later I will have to show my bottom "Brother Muyun, come on" Just when Li Muyun was pondering, Su Yatou, who was standing behind Yu Zhining, waved his little fist like him, and his face looked excited, looking indescribably rare.
Yes, it seems that he can only continue, Li Muyun sighed secretly in his heart, and once again put on a forty-five-degree look up at the starry sky, lowered his head for a while and looked at Lu Qinghong who was staring at him, and chanted: "The horse is new across the white jade saddle, and the moonlight is cold on the battlefield."
The sound of iron drums at the head of the city is still vibrating" In the last game, Li Muyun had already walked to Lu Qinghong's side, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he said word by word in a cold voice that could almost coagulate blood: "The blood of the golden knife in the box has not dried up" "Poof", as Li Muyun's voice fell, Lu Qinghong had already sat on the ground, and the cups and plates on the table fell off, looking so embarrassed.
However, Lu Qinghong couldn't take care of these anymore, in his eyes, Li Muyun had turned into a killing god at this time, holding a long knife that was still dripping blood in his hand, and was walking towards him step by step, in a panic, he could only roll and crawl backwards, shouting while hiding: "Don't, don't kill me, don't kill me, help, I'm waiting to kill someone, I'm waiting to kill someone."
At this moment, the people who were still infected by the breath of the golden iron horse just now all laughed, only the students who followed Lu Qinghong from Xizhou turned red one by one, and they couldn't wait to stuff their heads into their crotches.
Shame, it's really embarrassing, how could I follow such a leader who can cause trouble and can't make trouble to Shuozhou, now I'm afraid that the faces of the people in Xizhou are about to be lost.
Wang Qing, Su Wanqing, and several other young people who were not qualified to sit were also very excited, they were either shallow in their knowledge, or their attention was not on poetry at all, so they couldn't feel the kind of pressure that Li Muyun brought to Lu Qinghong just now.
Only Wang Weiwei and Yu Zhining and a few other old guys, their faces changed instantly, and they looked at Li Muyun as if they were looking at a monster.
Compared to the poem Guan Shanyue just now, although the poem recited by Li Muyun this time was much shorter, the iron-blooded killing qi was far more powerful than the one just now, and after thinking about it, he could almost feel that he was facing a hundred battle generals who had just stepped down from the battlefield.
This poem is not only limited to the decoration of words, but to make this poem have such momentum, it must be Li Muyun's guy who is influencing the people around him with his own aura.
What kind of person is this guy and why does he have such a heavy murderous aura on his body, is this still the same Li Muyun who had a hippie smile with him before Yu Zhining is like this.
However, now is obviously not the time to ask about this matter, and Yu Zhining also knows that if Li Muyun doesn't want to say it, he will definitely make up countless reasons to deceive himself, but the immersive feeling just now is really a feeling, and it is not enough as evidence to prove anything.
Lu Qinghong had been helped up by the servants he had brought at this time, his face was ashen, and at this moment he clearly knew that he had lost, and he had not even had a chance to redeem his defeat.
This provocation is completely to lift a stone and shoot himself in the foot, not to mention the death of Li Muyun's offense, even Yu Zhining and Wang Weiwei, the two old guys, are estimated to have a grudge against themselves.
Wrong, really wrong, I knew that there would be such an ending now, I shouldn't have teased that kid in the first place, I didn't see him, why bother to make it so out of control now.
Under the successive blows, Lu Qinghong finally sobered up and realized his mistake, but the mistake had been made, even if he regretted it, there was no way to do it, he could only take one step at a time, and find an opportunity to solve this matter slowly in the future.
And just when Lu Qinghong couldn't give himself a mouth for his remorseful hatred, I don't know who shouted below: "Wait, there is the last poem, you can do it together" And this shout was like a stone stirring up a thousand waves, and in an instant, countless people below shouted: "Make another song and make another song" As for Lu Qinghong, it seems that he has been forgotten by everyone.
This is really a very embarrassing situation, if someone forces him to admit defeat or drink another glass of wine or something at this time, Lu Qinghong may feel better, but these people ignore him, what can be more humiliating than this The old servant who was holding Lu Qinghong obviously sensed the embarrassment of the atmosphere, and lowered his voice and whispered, "Master, the villain will help you go back to rest." ” As a result, the old servant's kindness was once again regarded as a donkey's liver and lungs, and I saw Lu Qinghong shake his head: "No, I'm not leaving, I want to see what his third song will be."
I still have to look at it and keep looking, but I'm afraid that my life will be gone, and the old servant who was supporting Lu Qinghong looked at him and couldn't see it, and I really didn't know how to persuade him.
At this time, the students below were almost boiling, and the call to do another song was higher and higher.
"Okay, then make another song" Li Muyun was stimulated by this scene, and suddenly forgot the idea that he still had to leave some poems as seeds, raised his head and drank all the wine in the wine cup in his hand, threw the wine cup casually, and looked up to the sky and roared: "Qin Shi, Mingyue and Han Shiguan, the Long March has not been returned."
But to make the dragon city fly will not teach Humadu Yin Mountain. ” "Poof" Li Muyun's voice fell, and Lu Qinghong sprayed a mouthful of old blood directly nearly three feet away, and the whole person fainted in an instant, and fell softly into the arms of the old servant
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