The people on the stage obviously didn't expect Li Muyun to have such a big hand, they were stunned for a moment, and their eyes involuntarily turned to a corner behind them.
The colored lights at night were dim, and standing in Li Muyun's position, he could only see someone waving his hand in the corner, as if he had made some gestures, but he didn't see who that person was.
Then the man on the stage seemed to have found the backbone, and pretended to laugh loudly: "Hahaha, since the King of Freedom has this Yaxing, he should accompany him below." ” "There is no basis for what you say, Lao Tzu's villa is worth at least 50,000 yuan, what do you take to accompany you" Li Muyun walked around the back of the stage by speaking, and walked up by the steps, but the person who was hiding in the corner just now was obviously prepared, and he had already disappeared into the darkness before he came to power, and he didn't give him a chance to see what was going on.
"This" The person on the stage froze suddenly, and just after a quick glance at the permission of the person behind the scenes, he only cared about provoking Li Muyun to come to the stage, and even forgot that both sides need to pay chips for the gambling game.
Everyone in the audience originally planned to watch a shocking gamble, but they didn't expect that the party in the ring would be the first to coax.
Li Muyun looked at the embarrassed buddy in front of him with some amusement, shook his head and sighed: "Remember, don't learn from others to set up a ring if you don't have money in the future, you want to buy a good poem with a hundred and ten yuan, what are you to be a reader in this world." ” A poetry competition, which was forced by Li Muyun to be said to be in the ring, and had a relationship with money, was suddenly filled with copper stench, which caused countless people below to look at the host on the stage with some disgust.
The buddy on the stage wanted to explain something more, but Li Muyun didn't give him a chance at all, gently pushed him aside, and then said to Changle who came up: "Lizhi, it's better to be in a hurry than to be in a hurry, many young people in Chang'an City are here today, why don't you just give a face and make up the words that were not finished in the morning?"
After taking advantage of the huge gambling game to get himself out of the circle, Li Muyun did not disappoint everyone in the audience, and immediately burst into applause after saying a sentence.
Changle was also shocked at the beginning, although she can also write some poems and songs, but in this unprepared situation, it is difficult to have good works, and a bad one is likely to make a fool of herself in front of everyone.
However, Li Muyun obviously had something to say, especially in the morning, which was clearly reminding her of something.
Changle tried hard to recall, and soon thought of the Linjiang Immortal that Li Muyun sang before telling her about the Romance of the Three Kingdoms.
The rolling Yangtze River is passing away, and the waves are draining the heroes.
Success or failure turns empty, the green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times.
On the white-haired fisherman river, accustomed to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze.
A pot of turbid wine is happy to meet, and many things in ancient and modern times are laughing and talking.
Recalling the content of the words, Changle unconsciously recited the whole poem, and the ethereal voice matched the charm of the vicissitudes of the whole poem, giving people an indescribable sense of weird coordination.
It's just that I don't know if Linjiang Immortal is too amazing, or Changle's performance is too prominent, the whole poem has been recited for a long time, and no one in the audience has spoken, even the person who hosted the stage was like a lightning strike, petrified on the spot.
The main purpose of tonight's poetry meeting is to embarrass Changle and then provoke Li Muyun, for which they have made a lot of preparations, including what should happen if Changle does not appear here, what if Li Shimin and Changle appear together, and finally Changle and Li Muyun appear at the same time.
Before Changle took the stage, it can be said that everything was performed according to the previous script, and there were no major mistakes.
But no one expected that Changle would really come up with a Linjiang Immortal in such a short period of time, and the whole poem was almost so perfect that it was impeccable, even the most mean people couldn't find any fault in it.
This is what the mastermind behind the arrangement of all this in advance did not expect, and the person who hosted the stage did not expect it, and now he is in a daze, while rejoicing, fortunately, there is no high gambling game just now, otherwise 50,000 yuan is estimated to be impossible to keep anyway.
And when the host was in a daze on the stage, I don't know who clapped his hands below, and soon the applause was continuous, and countless young people looked at Changle's eyes full of awe and admiration, and even looked like Li Muyun's eyes full of disdain.
In the eyes of the people of Chang'an, Li Muyun is a combination of contradictions, you say he is talented, he does have.
But this guy doesn't play cards according to common sense, Lao Tzu is long and short all day long, and he is alive and well with the image of a ruffian.
If you add the name of the wealth king, in the eyes of the Tang Dynasty scholars, he is a puddle of mud that can't support the wall, it's a pity that the emperor attaches great importance to him, it's a pity that such a beautiful princess as Changle loves him, and it's a pity that Su Wanqing's infatuated woman is so desperate for him.
In short, under the instigation of some people with ulterior motives, everyone didn't mind pouring some dirty water on Li Muyun's body to comfort the envy, jealousy and hatred in their hearts.
Yes, it is indeed envy, jealousy, hatred.
In fact, this world has always been like this, hating people for being poor, hating the rich, and not seeing others good.
This is a common problem for everyone, just like walking and seeing someone else picking up a piece of gold, you will think, why is it not me, why didn't the owner come and ask for the gold back, why didn't the police come to arrest this thief.
Of course, Li Muyun also knows this, but he doesn't care much, just like taking other people's paths and making others have no way out, he likes to see the jealousy and hatred in the eyes of others, because it is very pleasant.
Well, it's really bad to say that a person is like this, but it is undeniable that Li Muyun is indeed such a person, a very hypocritical person, a person who gloates when he sees others stepping on a foot of mud.
The applause from the audience brought the host on the stage back to his senses, but he was just about to step forward but was grabbed by Li Muyun: "Boy, where are you going to not let people write down the words just now and hang them up." ” Since it is a poetry competition, it is natural to record all the poems that appear on the stage, and then let everyone below evaluate them uniformly, and then select the best one, so Li Muyun's request is not too much.
The person who presided over seemed to have accepted his fate, nodded with a wry smile, and summoned the person in charge of recording on the side, and copied the Linjiang Immortal who had just been recited by Changle and hung it at the front of the dozens of poems.
Li Muyun laughed with satisfaction until this time, and walked off the high platform with Changle and Su Wanqing, and walked away in the jealous eyes of everyone, leaving behind countless people who meditated and sighed
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