Fang Yi 'ai was anxiously flipping through the poem in his arms, afraid that someone would answer it before him.
"Damn it, what's going on? Why aren't there any poems about spring?”
In the end, he collapsed onto the ground, his face filled with despair as he cried.
"Sob, sob, it's over. I forgot to buy the poem of spring. I'm going to get lost in the first round!”
Li Ke glanced at Fang Yiai and thought to himself, Haha, this is the outcome of not reading properly.
Thinking back, he had read more than ten thousand books. Just reading novels alone was already impossible to count.
Not to mention the other books.
Looking at the excited and crazy scholars below, Li Ke's face was full of disdain. Wasn't she just a woman from a brothel?
I'll let him have a taste of my fingers tonight!
"Little student, here's a poem! I'm coming!"
At this moment, a young and fat man stood out from the crowd, pretending to be very elegant and polite.
A pair of eyes the size of peanuts stared at Miss Dan 'er in the attic above, and a wretched light flashed in his eyes.
"Isn't this the fatty from the Huang Family?”
"Fatty Huang?"
"Yes, yes, haven't you heard of him? He's the son of the Huang Family's Chamber of Commerce's Master, Huang Sichun, ah, that silkpants fatty!”
"Yes, yes, it's that fatty. I don't know where he bought his poem from, but now he's showing it off!”
The people below also whispered.
Fatty Huang looked at everyone with disdain. He snorted at a group of trash who were jealous of his talent and said.
"In the third month, the withered flowers bloom even more, and swallows fly over the eaves every day.”
"Zigui is still crying blood in the middle of the night. I don't believe that the east wind can't call me back.”
The moment this poem was written, everyone was shocked. This poem was too perfect. The first two lines were mainly about the scenery, while the last two lines were about the scenery. It expressed their attitude towards life and their pursuit. It showed their tenacity, determination, and optimism in pursuing a better future.
"Miss Dan 'er, do you like these lines of my poem?”
Fatty Huang's face was full of pride. Looking at everyone's surprised expressions, he proudly raised his buttocks.
He looked at the attic above and said confidently.
Lady Dan 'er softly said from within the pavilion.
"Young Master Huang, this poem is very appropriate. It shows your beautiful longing for the future life from the feeling of spring. It can be considered the best present!”
"I'm not convinced! I refuse to accept this!"
A young scholar stood out and shouted with an unconvinced expression.
"Humph! Ungrateful brat! What do you know! Believe it or not, I will beat you up right here! If you have the ability, you can sing a song too!"
Fatty Huang couldn't hold it in any longer when he heard this. He directly rushed in front of the young scholar and raised his fist in the air as if he was going to hit the young scholar at any time. He even cursed.
"Hmph, Miss Dan 'er, he bought Huang Sichun's poem. How can this be considered?
No one had expected that this young scholar was not afraid of Fatty Huang's threat at all. Instead, he shouted loudly.
"Miss Dan 'er, don't listen to him. He's just talking nonsense.”
Fatty Huang also had a bad feeling. Damn, this poem could cost him half a month's worth of living expenses. If this doesn't count, how wasteful would it be?
He hurriedly explained.
"Humph! If you have the ability, then do another one. There's no need to be so artistic. As long as you can compose it again, it'll be considered your own composition!”
The young scholar looked at Fatty Huang with disdain and shouted.
The people around them also held their hearts and watched the show. One by one, they agreed.
"That's right, sing another song!"
"Quick, with your talent, it shouldn't be a problem for you to compose a few songs!”
At this moment, many people were teasing Fatty Huang.
Fatty Huang felt like a million curses were running through his mind. He looked at the crowd and then at the person in the attic and said in a rather awkward manner.
"Miss Dan 'er, look at them. They are jealous of my talent, so they are threatening me like this.”
"Young Master Huang is talented. Since you can compose the previous poem, you can definitely compose another one.”
Lady Dan 'er's gentle voice reached Fatty Huang's heart. His entire body trembled as he spoke.
"Since Miss Dan 'er said so, then I, Huang, will compose another song!”
Fatty Huang regretted his words. Damn it, he knew that the two girls were good, but there was only one thing about this poem.。。。
However, the words had already been spoken. No matter what, he could only compose another poem.
Ignoring everyone's jeers, his eyes wandered around and he slapped his thigh.
There it was!
"Cough cough!"
Fatty Huang pretended to cough twice and looked at the figure in the attic. Looking at the figure, he felt that the owner of the figure was also looking at him.
His heart was filled with excitement, so he spoke.
"I am not talented, so I will compose another poem. I hope Miss Dan 'er will appreciate it!”
When everyone heard that Fatty Huang was going to compose a poem, their faces were filled with disbelief. They all fell silent at the same time and looked at Fatty Huang to see what poem he could compose.
"The spring scenery is infinitely beautiful, the ducklings in the lake play in the water, the little one sits alone upstairs, and the little one watches from below! When I get first place, Dan 'er will crawl into my arms, supporting her waist with her small hands and touching her legs with her big hands!”
"Pfft, hahaha!"
"You call this a poem? Haha, I'm afraid I'm going to die of laughter!"
"Hahaha, I can't take it anymore, I can't take it anymore. I'm laughing so hard that my stomach hurts.”
Everyone laughed wildly. Was this a poem? How could he write a poem like this? Even Miss Dan 'er, who was in the attic, covered her mouth as if she was also laughing.
Fang Yi 'ai was laughing so hard that she clutched her stomach. This fatty Huang was too f * cking funny.
Li Ke was also laughing. It was not scary to be uncultured, but it was wrong for you to pretend to be cultured.
At this moment, he looked at Fatty Huang and thought of an evil idea. He leaned against the window and shouted!
"Good poem, good poem! Beautifully done! It was much better than those self-righteous trash!”
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