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Chapter 39 Can't compare, so let's talk about fighting?  (third change)

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    It's three o'clock!  I will continue to code words, there will be an update in the afternoon!  Brothers, do you still have tickets?  !

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    "Jiu Jianxian, haha, what a Jiu Jianxian! Good boy, I can't think of it, the most experienced person is you, the boy I met for the first time, okay, okay, okay, let's make it clear!"  After a while, the sloppy Taoist priest couldn't help but look bright, excitedly picked up the flagon in his hand, and drank it down in one gulp.

    "I'll accompany Daoist brother!" Ignoring the other people's reactions at all, Fang Cun grabbed the flagon and drank it all in one gulp, indescribably elegant and free and easy.

    "Miss, look, that guy can really break!" Although he couldn't tell whether the poem was good or bad, the little girl could see the sloppy Taoist's reaction.

    "Could it be that he recognizes Mr.? Although this poem is not perfect, it is more appropriate. Thinking about it carefully, it is really the most appropriate to describe Mr. Hongluan." Princess Hongluan nodded slightly and said softly.

    No one could hear the words of Princess Hongluan and the little girl, otherwise, no one would jump out again.

    "Bah, I'm just a stinky Taoist priest, what kind of wine sword fairy is he worthy of? I'm not ashamed to say it!"

    I don't know that it was the idiot who cursed first, but it was immediately echoed by many people.

    "Why, can't the old Taoist catch your eyes?" A cold light flashed in his eyes, and the sloppy Taoist said coldly.

    Although the sound is not loud, it can be clearly heard by everyone present!  Others didn't know, but someone with a keen mind vaguely guessed the identity of this sloppy Taoist, but couldn't help sweating secretly, and almost shouted out of fear.

    "That's enough. Today is a poetry meeting. As far as poetry is concerned, it's not for you to ridicule others! This gentleman, I invited you here. Is there anyone who is dissatisfied?"  The princess said quickly.

    She knows the temperament of this lord. If she gets angry, even the king of the Northern Territory can't stop her.

    "What the princess said is that the topic of our poetry discussion today is bamboo, not wine, let alone anyone else." When Princess Hongluan spoke like this, naturally no one dared to pester her anymore, but if she said let it go, but  He was really not reconciled, the scholar in blue rolled his eyes, and immediately became concerned.

    "Do you think I can't write poems?" Rolling his eyelids, Fang Cun snorted coldly with disdain, and sarcastically said, "I don't know what good poems you have written? Why don't you tell me first?"

    Hearing the words, he hesitated slightly, that scholar in blue, whose poem he wrote was just criticized for being useless, how could he embarrass himself by showing it again.

    "My poems, you have already judged, but you, have you ever written them?"

    There was a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth, and Fang Cun said lazily, "Forget it, you can't come up with anything that catches your eye, it's good to have some self-knowledge."

    "Youyou are too deceitful!" His face was flushed, and the scholar in blue flicked his sleeves and glared, "I want to see what amazing work you can do!"

    Fang Cun was not angry, he casually handed the wine jug to the maid beside him to fill the wine, pondered for a while, and slowly paced back and forth to think.

    There are so many poems about bamboo, even ordinary people can recite one or two poems, not to mention that Fang Cun's literary skills are not bad.  Now I just want to find the most appropriate song.

    "Could it be that you can't figure it out?" Seeing Fang Cun pacing back and forth, the scholar in Tsing Yi couldn't help but sneered again.

    "Yes!"

    With a flash of inspiration, Fang Cun's mouth couldn't help but a smile appeared, this poem might be a little sinister, but never mind!

    "I'd rather eat without meat than live without bamboo." Slowly spit out these two lines of poems from his mouth, Fang Cun deliberately paused, as if thinking.

    "Haha, is this considered poetry?" With Jiu Jianxian's poem in front, Fang Cun's scholar in Tsing Yi was really worried that Fang Cun would write any good poems, but it would not be beautiful. Now that he heard this  Two sentences, the heart immediately fell into the stomach.  This is a typical doggerel. Unexpectedly, this guy might have copied the previous poem from somewhere. Isn't it showing its original shape now?

    Hearing the laughter around her getting louder, the little girl couldn't help tugging at Princess Hongluan's sleeve lightly, "Miss, are you really that bad?"

    Slightly frowning, as if contemplating, Princess Hongluan couldn't think of any clues for a while, but, can someone who can write such a famous piece of wine, really write such a boring doggerel?

    "Wait and see."

    Sloppy Taoist has nothingSitting on the ground, he looked at Fang Cun with more interest, and didn't care at all whether Fang Cun could make good poems.

    "Here comes the wine, comes the wine!"

    Seeing the wine-filling maid brought back the jug, the slovenly Taoist immediately shouted, "How can you write poetry without wine? Quickly give the wine to my little brother."

    "That's right, there should be wine." Smiling, he took the jug and took a big gulp. Then Fang Cun continued, "No meat makes one thin"

    "Haha, boy, you are really embarrassed to read it, you are not ashamed, I am ashamed to listen to it!"

    "Exactly, exactly, what kind of poem is this!"

    "Whether it is a poem or not, that has to be judged by the princess." Shaking his head with a smile, Fang Cun said to himself, "You say that this is not a poem, but I insist that it must be a wonderful poem. You can believe it."  Is it?"

    "A wonderful poem? Do you still want to pass it on through the ages? Haha, I will definitely not be able to make such a 'famous poem'."

    "Does no one believe it?" Fang Cun asked leisurely with a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth.

    "I believe it!" Suddenly, a crisp voice rang out, but it was the little girl beside Princess Hongluan who spoke up.

    She doesn't know poetry at all, so naturally she doesn't have that kind of intuitive illusion, but she just thinks that Fang Cun is much cuter than these annoying scholars.

    "Thank you, girl!" Fang Cun naturally recognized the little girl long ago, but he didn't say much, smiled lightly, and read the last three sentences to himself!

    "No bamboo makes people vulgar. A thin person can be fat, but vulgarity cannot be cured."

    Ga!

    As soon as the last three sentences came out, all the ridicule seemed to be stuck in the throat, and it was hard to say a word.

    "Okay, haha, it really is a wonderful poem! Little brother, I respect you!"

    "That's exactly what I mean, Daoist brother, let's do it!" Ignoring everyone, Fang Cun raised his neck and drank the wine in the jug again, "Have a good time, have a good time, Daoist brother, why don't we find another place to get drunk,  It's better than living together with these ordinary people and suddenly ruining this elegant bamboo forest."

    This was a blatant scolding, and for a moment, the scholars around couldn't help jumping up angrily, "Wu Na boy, who do you say is a layman?"

    "I'll say whoever jumps out." Without the slightest fear, Fang Cun said lazily.

    "Presumptuous, but a poor boy dares to speak out without shame. Come and take it down for me. I want him to understand the truth of life."

    Although I was wishing, you can't bring guards in, but after all, there were people of extraordinary status present, and there were guards who followed around in plain clothes.  , surrounded.

    "Why, you can't compare, so why don't you just talk about fighting?" There was a cold light in his eyes, looking at the guards around him, Fang Cun sneered and sneered.

    These guards are nothing but acquired warriors, how can Fang Cun put them in the eyes.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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