"Ahh \ But the young man around the girl, who was originally extremely disdainful of the little devil, was amazed by the slang of this little madman just now, "If you have ambitions, you are not old, and you have no ambitions to live a hundred years old", and got up head-on, stared at the little devil and said: "You keep saying how you are pregnant, but you have no evidence to prove it." ” When the young man said this, he pointed to a group of followers around him, "They are all masters hired by the Lone King, and the Lone King will give you a chance to learn from them."
As long as you can have a little merit in the two ways of civil and martial arts, the Lone King doesn't mind raising an extra doorman. ” "Why did Your Highness make me wait to compete with this generation?"
Among the followers around the young man, a green-shirted guest in his thirties said angrily, "His Royal Highness King Rong, I am ashamed to be compared with an arrogant and frivolous yellow-mouthed child, please resign, from now on, I Sima Du will no longer be a guest of King Rong's mansion." ” When King Rong heard this, he made a mistake in the secret way, and deeply regretted that he should not have joked like this in front of a group of masters, and when he was blaming himself, the yellow-mouthed boy opposite him slanted at Sima Du and said with disdain; "What talent do you have, dare to compare with this son Wen can't be a scholar, martial arts can't kill chickens, you can't settle down, you can't make a life, you pretend to be a forced person with a belly button and long hair, what kind of high pretending to be high in front of me Zhuge Kongming" As soon as the girl heard the vivid metaphor of "pretending to be a coercion with long hair in the belly button" in the mouth of the little evil, she couldn't help but laugh, causing King Rong to stare fiercely.
Although King Rong was a little unhappy by the little devil's excessively vulgar words, he couldn't help but secretly say in his heart: Whether this guy is talented or not, this poisonous tongue that can scold people crazy is worth spending more rice and grain on this king.
"You, you little brute who doesn't learn anything" Sima Du was so angry that his fingers trembled, and he pointed to the little devil's nose and said, "At least the poems written by my Sima Du can be sung in the tavern Qinglou of my Great Qi Kingdom, just by virtue of this, I Sima Du can step on you, a little beast, for the rest of my life."
"Ouch, dare to love is still a poet, disrespectful and disrespectful" The little devil first arched his hand with a look of adoration, and then suddenly slanted at Sima Du and said, "Although poetry is a play, it is of no use to the country and the people, especially those obscene poems and beautiful words that are often sung in the tavern and green building, and they have a more depraved effect on the social atmosphere than the flies in the latrine.
But the elegant effect of it to cultivate sentiment, but it is still quite positive and uplifting, I have already used it to cultivate sentiment when I was still breastfeeding.
By the time I could rub the mud, I would have abandoned it because I was tired of pretending to be forced by then, you know."
A mouthful of old blood spurted out of Sima Du's mouth, Sima Du shook his body, almost fell down, and after being protected by the scholar in time, he stared at the little devil and said with a look of indignation, "Good little beast, let your tongue be sharp, but poetry is such an elegant talent, but it is not just a dirty mouth that can be squirted out casually."
I, Sima Du, will compare myself to poetry with you in my personal name, don't say that I am better than Sima Du, but if I can have a little bit of real literary talent, I Sima Du will never write poetry again."
"What do you want to compare to a poem with this son" The little devil was slightly surprised, and then said with a disdainful face, "Even if it is compared to death, this son can also accompany him at any time, this son will never take advantage of others when he competes with others, if his literary talent cannot be high enough for the illiterate to know that it is much higher than you, this son will no longer compose."
Please" As soon as the little devil said this, everyone immediately took a breath of cold air, originally thought that this guy was just a gag poisonous tongue maniac, who would have thought that he would dare to take on the challenge of Sima Du, a famous poet of the Great Qi Kingdom, and also claimed that his literary talent was so high that the illiterate knew that it was much higher than Sima Du.
Don't talk about the guests of King Rong's Mansion, even if all the champions of the Great Qi Kingdom are brought in, everyone may not dare to boast of such a Haikou together.
"Fifth brother, I guess this guy must be a real illiterate."
The girl whispered in King Rong's ear and sneered, "Sima Du, a nerd, was tricked by this guy, and he is an illiterate person who no longer composes, what's so strange." ” "Don't make a fuss."
King Rong said in a low voice, "This son has good words and good exports, how can he be illiterate." ” "Okay, you're really crazy enough to make me Sima Du Ling look at each other" After Sima Du settled down, he picked up a glass of wine and drank it all, then he said, "Let's fight poetry with wine as the theme, how" "Whatever, you please."
The little devil doesn't care.
When Sima Du heard this, he picked up the wine glass, and after drinking three glasses in a row, he touched the three-inch beard under his chin and said: "A cup of nectar is exhausted, and it is already an immortal; Red dust is a bitter sea, a thousand cups of unbridled joy" When everyone heard the "good poem", they all couldn't help but applaud and praise, and even the little devil barely slapped a few times.
"It's just this poem, it's good" Who knew that the little girl next to the little devil was originally very low-key, but she said with a disdainful face, "I will become an immortal in just one cup, and this amount of wine is really worse than my little girl."
And what a glass of nectar, the old man actually drank sweet wine, too motherly.
Hongchen is pessimistic and misanthropic, and this decadent concept is not worth advocating.
The main thing is that if you drink a thousand cups too fake, even if you don't get drunk, your stomach won't fit it, fake, ridiculously fake" Everyone was stunned, and with a snort, Sima Du spurted out a mouthful of old blood again.
The little devil couldn't help but glance at the little girl, and then said casually: "Draw the knife and cut off the water, the water is more flowing, raise a glass to eliminate sorrow and sorrow, respect and humility are vain, greed, hatred, and resentment are all self-inflicted." ” "Good Poetry" Before everyone applauded, an aunt who swept the floor clapped her hands and applauded, "This poem, even I, an old country woman who can't read big words, can't help but self-reflect after listening to it, and feel that life is suddenly much happier, and I will no longer feel inferior and inferior, and I will seek trouble." ” Plopped, Sima Du rolled his eyes, and fell directly to the ground, the unprepared scholar looked miserable, helped him up, and the two staggered out of Tianxianglou all the way.
"Lonely King Qi Hong, I would like to welcome Mr.
Zhuge into the mansion as a guest, I don't know what Mr. wants" King Rong looked at the little devil and said with an appreciative expression.
"Thank you King Rong for your attention, but this son never gives people a guest."
The little devil stared at King Rong and said meaningfully, "But this son has always been extremely enthusiastic about solving problems for others, as long as the value is appropriate." ” When King Rong heard this, his face suddenly turned pale, and he said quietly: "Dare to ask Mr.
Zhuge what worries and difficulties can you solve for the lonely king."
"But if there is trouble, it can be solved."
The little devil said unashamedly, "Our Zhuge Kongming's signboard represents the strength of the clouds." ”: