Du He was anxiously looking at the poem hidden in her arms as she muttered.
"What's going on? Why isn't there any of Xia Tian's poems?”
In the end, he sat on the chair with a face full of despair and tears.
"Oh my god, it's over. I didn't buy the summer one. I can't even pass the first stage!”
Li Ke looked at Du He with disdain. This was the outcome of not studying properly.
Back then, he had read a lot of books. He had read thousands of historical novels.
Not to mention other novels.
Looking at the scholars below who seemed to have been injected with chicken blood, Li Ke was even more disdainful. Wasn't she just a brothel girl?
I'll use my fingers tonight!
"I already have a poem! I'll read it to Miss Shuang 'er!"
At this moment, a fatso with a big belly at a young age stood up and pretended to be a gentleman.
However, a pair of green bean-like eyes stared at Miss Wushuang in the attic, revealing a wretched light.
"Isn't this the big fatty from the Wang Clan?”
"Fatty Wang?"
"Yeah, haven't you heard of him? He's the only son of the head of the Wang Family's Chamber of Commerce, Wang Zhikai, that ignorant fatty!”
"That's right. I don't know where this damn fatty bought this poem from, but now he's going to show it off!”
Everyone was discussing in low voices.
Fatty Wang looked at everyone with disdain. A group of people who were jealous of his talent spoke.
" The breeze is powerless to kill the heat, and the setting sun flies up the mountain with wings.
People have been afraid of the river and sea dry up, God does not pity the river and Han dry up?
There is snow on the high ground of Kunlun Mountain, and it is often cold in the distance of Penglai Mountain.
If you can't carry the world with you, how can you bear to go and play in it yourself?”
The moment the poem appeared, everyone was shocked. This poem was simply too well written. The artistic conception in it was so vivid that it described the heat of summer. In the end, it also expressed the beautiful wish of bringing the world to escape the heat.
"Miss Shuang 'er, is what I did acceptable?”
Fatty Wang looked at everyone's shocked expressions with a smug expression. He raised his head like a big rooster.
He was extremely confident as he looked at the pavilion and asked.
In the attic, Shuang 'er's voice, which sounded like the tinkling of spring water, was transmitted over.
"Young Master Wang, this poem is very well done. It's full of artistic conception and can be considered a masterpiece!”
"I refuse to accept this!"
A young scholar with a face full of pimples stood up and shouted.
"Humph! Kid, what did you say! Believe it or not, I'll beat you up! If you have the ability, you can also write such a good poem!”
Fatty Wang couldn't take it anymore. He rolled up his sleeves and pretended to fight while cursing.
"Hmph, Miss Shuang 'er, this poem was bought by Wang Zhikai. How can it be counted?”
Unexpectedly, this young scholar was not afraid at all and directly said loudly.
"Miss Shuang 'er, don't listen to his nonsense. I made this myself!”
Fatty Wang immediately became nervous. This damned old man spent a lot of money to buy this poem, and now he was not allowed to use it? What a waste of money!
He hurriedly explained.
"Humph! If you have the ability, write another poem now. You don't have to write it so well. As long as you can compose it, it's yours!”
The young scholar was very disdainful of Fatty Wang's actions and shouted again.
Immediately, everyone's interest in watching the show was aroused, and they all agreed.
"Yeah, make another one!"
"Hurry up. With your talent, it won't be a problem for you to compose a hundred songs!”
There were also many people who were teasing Fatty Wang.
Fatty Wang's face was filled with conflict and embarrassment. He looked up, then at the crowd, then at the pavilion, and said awkwardly.
"Miss Shuang 'er, look at them. They've gone too far. They actually threatened me like this!”
"Young Master Wang is talented and can compose the previous poem. It shouldn't be a problem for him to compose another one.”
Lady Shuang 'er's gentle voice flowed through Fatty Wang's heart, and his entire body trembled. He opened his mouth and said.
"Let's do it!"
Just as he finished saying this, Fatty Wang was filled with regret. Damn it, it was fine for him to pick up two chicks, but how was it possible for him to write a poem?
But now that he had said it, he had to compose another poem no matter what.
Ignoring the crowd's incessant jeers, his eyes darted around and he slapped his thigh.
There it was!
"Cough cough!"
Fatty Wang pretended to cough twice and looked at the figure in the attic, as if he was also looking at him.
He said excitedly in his heart.
"Little Sheng, I'll compose a poem now. I hope Miss Shuang 'er will appreciate it!”
When everyone heard that Fatty Wang was going to compose a poem, they were instantly shocked. One by one, they quieted down to see what kind of poem this fatty could compose.
"Summer is infinitely good, the lake is green, Shuang 'er is sitting in the attic, I'm watching from below! When I win first place, Shuang 'er will hug me in her arms, with one hand on my waist and the other on my thigh!”
"Puhahahaha!"
"Is this a poem? This poem is too trashy!"
"I'm dying of laughter. You're still courting death like this!”
Everyone was laughing like crazy. Was this a f * cking poem? How could he still have the face to write a poem like this? Even Miss Shuang 'er covered her small mouth as if she was laughing.
Du He was laughing so hard that tears were about to come out. This fatty was too funny.
Li Ke was also very happy. It was not your fault that you were uncultured, but it was your problem to pretend to be cultured.
At this moment, a thought surfaced in his heart as he looked at the fatty. He leaned against the window and shouted loudly!
"Well done! Good poem! It was much better than that group of trash!”
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The third update! There was no one who wanted to add more today.。hehehe
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