Chapter 9 Don't play with yin, it's clear to fix you

Dongfang Biren stood awkwardly, and his handsome face was red and cute. Xue Qianwu jumped off his shoulder and still looked up at him stupidly. His love was obvious, and he almost didn't drool.

Due to Xue Qianwu's thunderous slogan, Yiyuan's arched door, three floors and three floors are surrounded by neighbors, all scrambling to see this once-in-a-century good play.

Dongfang Biren got rid of his restraint. Naturally, he stretched out his slender and clean hand, touched Xue Qianwu's head, and asked softly, "Isn't it hurt?"

A slight crisp current pushed Xue Qianwu's blood and surged from her feet to the top of her head. She slowly closed her eyes and let the happy rain drip into the dry spiritual platform. The green willow branches quietly sprouted, and her heart was full of spring.

She is so easily satisfied! The original happiness is as pure as natural jade, without any embellishment! Dongfang Biren's hand stopped between the broken hair in front of her forehead and had not been withdrawn for a long time, with a trace of pity and sigh in her eyes, as if it had been easily touched by her somewhere in her heartstrings.

Everyone's eyes gathered in that hand, making a back inhalation sound, mixed with confusion, surprise, wrists and pain.

Xue Qianwu woke up from the haze and looked at his dirty clothes stained with dust. Compared with the spotless fairy brother beside him, he was a little shy. He stepped back and alerted like a hedgehog, "The color is a steel knife, and the color is a poison that wears the intestines. Stay away from me, so that I won't lose my heart!"

"Bold girl, why don't you kneel down!" An angry shout sounded, and a government office in a deep purple official uniform came out of the crowd. His temples were slanted with white hair, and his narrow eyes were shining.

Xue Qianwu stood and tilted his head and smiled, "People with real height never need to use other people's knees to improve their prestige."

The government office was speechless for a moment, and his face was as angry as gold paper.

"What should I do if I dare to contradict the government office? Come on, drag her to the street and kill her!"

There are really many people who pretend to be powerful. Xue Qianwu glanced at it. I don't know when a young man who didn't need to be dressed as a scholar followed behind the buttocks of the government government.

Suddenly, he was a handsome man and handsome, but he couldn't bear to see it. Xue Qianwu really regretted why he looked at it more carefully. As a result, he not only found that his eyebrows were missing a few, which seemed sparse and shapeless, but also had a lot of black mites on his nose. Finally, he felt that his image was a little obscene.

I don't know if it was his words that aroused Xue Qianwu's antipathy, which affected his intuitive judgment, or some other subtle factors. The more Xue Qianwu looked at him, the more he became.

When people are angry and depressed, they have a lot of feelings. Xue Qianwu approached him with disgust and said contemptuously and provoked: "You look like a genius... What you are born stupid and are best at is poetry and songs. I also learned articles when I was a child. Now I'm going to die, but I haven't encountered such an interesting thing in my life. It's really a pity. I wonder if you can have a good look and compare with me?"

The scholar felt that his self-esteem was extremely traumatized and rolled his sleeves and said, "It's you who humiliated yourself!" Don't blame me for 'a cup of wine, three hundred poems' and put you in the seam of the ground!"

"There is no basis for words!" Xue Qianwu patted his palm on the chest, and his thin body, like autumn leaves in the wind, was teetering.

When he stood firm, Xue Qianwu smiled and said, "He is as angry as a sick lamb!" Listen to the question! Take 'Look from afar...Look closely...If it's true...' as the skeleton, write a poem!"

It's really a strange thing to dare to compete with the recognized talented man of Yanlan City. The audience held their breath, and the scene was so quiet that they could hear the needle falling to the ground.

The scholar racked his brains and sweated like beans. Xue Qianwu asked with a smile, "Is it done?" I'm going to say it!"

The scholar was afraid that she would take the lead and make him dull and laugh at the generous family. At that time, all his fame was lost. He was so angry that he didn't think about it. He took out a folding fan in a panic and shook it while chanting, "Look at the big stone from afar, look at the big stone from a close... Take a closer look, it's really a big stone!"

Everyone was about to cheer, but there was no sound in their throats. This poem... there are really no words to describe.

"Tut, your masterpiece is really philosophical! The pastoral songs written and sung by the five-year-old child are probably more varied than the rhythm of this poem!" Xue Qianwu smiled and shouted pain in his arms.

The scholar was old and angry and argued: "Your question is too strange! You can do it!"

"It's not difficult. I can also do ten or eight songs." Xue Qianwu walked around him a few times, making him feel hairy. Then he stopped behind him, looked at the back of his neck, and slowly joked, "Looking at a pine from a distance, and looking closely, the hunch is like a bow; the pit's feet are slippery, and it's really upside down."

The scholar heard a stag and almost squatted on the ground.

"Haha, okay! It's really interesting to meet the situation! ..." The noise was loud.

The purple robe government office stared at the scholar, as if he was responsible. The scholar closed the fan brush and said unconvincedly, "That's your question. You must have been prepared for it. It's time for me to go out. Listen carefully!"

Xue Qianwu smiled leisurely. The scholar said with hatred, "With four random four of the seven colors of 'red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue and purple', export into a chapter! It is required to combine loosely, the words are bead, the words are small and righteous, and the taste is far-reaching.

What a castration, compared with me! How can today's people like the long talk like you ancients?

Xue Qianwu didn't have any idea yet. He had already marked his own romantic style, and became coquettish/affection/big hair. "In the past, at the end of the end of the three springs, the purple and beautiful flowers fell all over, and her daughter was a little worried. She rowed on the blue waves, throwing beads and shed jade tears. Don't worry about the lake, green willows drooping; on the Yangchun building, the sound of yellow warbler..."

The smell of sour old book bags made Xue Qianwu frown and his ears cocoon. However, he talked endlessly and talked about it, and his saliva splashed randomly, and he felt quite good about himself.

Everyone only listened to the rhetoric, which was complicated and beautiful, so they turned to praise each other one after another, and the government government also praised it with a smile.

The tiger is not powerful. You think I'm a cat. Xue Qianwu waited for him to recite and said this paragraph concisely: "What are you most afraid of men and women in the world? Men are afraid of green, women are afraid of yellow. Don't teach a man to have a red face, and if it's red, you will be yellow; don't teach a woman to have a blue face, and if it's blue, you will be green. Men are afraid of being cuckolded, and women are afraid of becoming yellow-faced women. Life comes and goes naked, there is no need to show off too much!"

With the sudden stop of Xue Qianwu, the audience was as stiff as a statue.

Time and space froze for a long time and suddenly broke out: "Truth! Incisive! che wu！ Great vulgarity is great elegance! ..." The applause was like a tide, and the waves were higher than the waves.

The scholar's face swelled into a pig's liver and said angrily, "You are vulgar..."

"Even if you are a sunny white snow, I'm from Lower Liba, but how do you explain your 'big stone'? I'm afraid you don't even deserve vulgarity? Why don't you find a classicist, record it and leave it to Qianqiu to sing?

Xue Qianwu smiled several times and said solemnly, "Don't always use an orthodox posture to teach others what you think is very superior! Ya was born from the common people. How can she hold her grandson and forget her ancestors? Between the transformation of elegance and vulgarity, whether it is elegant or vulgar, it is the king's way to say that it is a classic that goes deep into the hearts of the people!"

"That's right! ...Match again! ..." Someone raised his arms and shouted.

Xue Qianwu smiled and said to the sky, "It's my turn to ask the question again. It's rare for everyone's laughter to be so enthusiastic, just take 'others laugh... I laugh... but laugh...' as the box, how about it?"

"The girl's inspiration comes from life, but the topic makes people feel novel and difficult..." The government office walked back and forth, looked at the red-faced and thick-necked scholars, and sighed disappointedly, "Let's give up."

The title has come out. If you abstain from this, you will be as disgrated as a homeless dog, and you will lose face to the extreme. Unfortunately, after holding my breath for a long time, I couldn't think of the right one. The scholar hummed coldly, "I won't compete with crazy people and humiliate my government."

"This poetry competition is not about competing for male and female." Xue Qianwu's eyes crossed the government office and shot Bai Facebook. Every step, he chanted into a sentence: "Others laugh at me for being too crazy, and I laugh at others who can't see through it. I drank a pot of wine alone in the flowers, but the ants were good at drilling.

"You..." The meaning in Xue Qianwu's poem is straightforward and obvious. What's more, the scholar was kind. He suddenly felt that the dark privacy at the bottom of his heart had been dug out, exposed under the blue sky and day, and he was poked by others.

He was cold and uncertain, and said impatiently, "The tricky banshee confuses the public, confuses the public, offends the imperial court, and adds to the crime! Execute her on the spot and beat her to death!"

Dongfang Biren stood quietly for a long time and said with a smile, "It is rare for a weak woman to be so naked. It's not enough to die. Let her go."

The scholar lay on the ground and said, "Lord Oriental..."

"Brother Yubo, do you have any objections?" Dongfang Biren smiled and turned to the old man in purple robe: "What does the Gaofu government think?"

The indifferent expression makes people feel an unhappy weight, as if they were trapped in a deep pool of spring water. It's not piercing, but it's enough to cover everything.

The Gaofu government office is a person who has been wandering all year round. He knelt down solemnly and said, "There is an oracle to the emperor. Wherever the lord of the East goes, the state officials and county magistrates are useless, and everything is according to your words."

Xue Qianwu breathed a sigh of relief, stuck out his tongue, pretended to be nice, and secretly glanced at Dongfang Biren. Unexpectedly, he was so sensitive that he looked over with a smile.

Xue Qianwu's breath suffocated and blushed to the root of his neck. He stared down at his toes and thought nonsense in his heart that his smile was warm and deterrting. He was trying to seduce me. Now that the danger has been saved, I have to leave quickly.

Such an excellent man is easy to break women's hearts, like a flood and beast, infatuated with it... Xue Qianwu dodged and ran away.

"It's very bad for this woman to live." The scholar thought to himself and used his best to give orders: "Her behavior is sneaky. It is very likely that she has a case and fled for fear of sin!" Catch her quickly!"

The officers and soldiers looked at Dongfang Biren and hesitated to stop Xue Qianwu with the halberd. Dongfang Biren said quietly, "She is just stubborn by nature. Why is Brother Yubo sorry for her?"

The scholar glanced at the southeast corner, as if to imply something. Everyone was suspicious and shouted loudly, "Master Qingtian, Lord Dongfang, please be the master of the little one!"

Xue Qianwu rubbed his eyes and saw it. It's not the dog meat seller, who is it? Didn't he rob a dog? Did he come to sue?

Behind him, a group of people knelt down under the black pressure. Looking at them one by one, they all looked familiar! Xue Qianwu shook her head. How could she visit so many people during this period? They have agreed. Do you want to work together to win me?

After stating Xue Qianwu's crimes one by one, they shouted with grief: "Down with the bandit goddess! Remove the harm for the people!"

Dongfang Biren's eyebrows are locked. In recent years, there have been a lot of thieves in Yanlan City. Bandits and beggals are everywhere, and fish and dragons are mixed. One of them is also stationed in the camp, called "Water Margin Fairy Village", but I didn't expect that the leader was the young girl in front of him!

The scholar looked at Dongfang Biren and hesitated and came forward with tears: "This matter has a great impact! Even if the Oriental master is kind-hearted and generous, he can't be in vain!"

Dongfang Biren looked at Xue Qianwu heavily and said softly, "Are you really a bandit goddess?"