Chapter 20 A paragraph of merit

Yan Qingzhi waved his hand and did not dare to make contributions, but the praise on the second floor came one after another. After hearing this, the talented women who were originally on the third floor went downstairs to watch.

As for Qin Shubao, who said such melodious poems, he was automatically ignored. Only Li Yu looked angrily at the group of hypocrites who claimed to be talented and learned from five cars, with a sneer at the corners of his mouth.

Yan Qingzhi praised everyone on the surface, but his mind always fell on Qin Shubao and Zhao Xing's side. After finally getting out, Yan Qingzhi immediately walked to them, with a smile on his face and no pride. He asked softly, "Shubao, Mr. Zhao, shall we go to the third floor for a walk?"

Li Yu's lips squirmed gently. He didn't know what he was saying. Qin Shubao turned the folding fan between his fingers and nodded slightly to Yan Qingzhi.

Zhao Xing did not shirk it and nodded to Yan Qingzhi. He also felt interesting about Qin Shubao's method of turning the fan. He secretly remembered it in his heart and decided to go back to have a try.

As soon as the four went upstairs, all kinds of greetings immediately sounded. Of course, they greeted Yan Qingzhi. As for Qin Shubao and Li Yu, everyone's tacit choice was forgotten.

Contrary to Qin Shubao, Zhao Xing, who went upstairs together, received many people's nod.

Looking at the women in tulle Luojin upstairs, Qin Shubao vigorously patted Li Yu on the shoulder. Li Yu smiled, and the two nodded tacitly.

Zhao Xing didn't want to look at the appearance of the two disciples anymore. He began to watch the poems on the third floor. Relatively speaking, he prefers poetry.

On the third floor, Yan Qingzhi did not take special care of Qin Shubao. Instead, he talked with familiar people and exchanged poetic experiences with talented scholars.

Compared with the same second floor, the poetry level on the third floor significantly raised the threshold. Qin Shubao looked carefully and felt the gap.

However, he didn't want to communicate with this group of scholars for fame. Whenever he came to a talented woman, he stopped with Li Yu and opened his mouth like gold.

"Girl, you are a little familiar! Have you seen it somewhere?

"Are you the pearl of Lord Li's family?"

"It seems that I have seen a fairy in my dream. Can you tell me the name?"

Unfortunately, Qin Shubao is not a saint of love. Every time he asks, he will get a white eye. What's more, he is ready to splash the black apprentice with an inkstone.

Qin Shubao walked around and asked all the talented women who could go up 90 articles on the third floor. Unfortunately, he didn't get any pity. Qin Shubao secretly summed up, but he couldn't get any reason.

Turning his head, his heart suddenly became cheerful and whispered, "I am handsome, but I brought a drag bottle, which is still an extra large size."

After Li Yu heard this, his eyes bulged, and his face was full of resentfulness and pointed at himself with fat fingers, which was indescribably sad.

Qin Shubao ignored Li Yu's resentful woman's expression, but just raised his feet and walked to a window position in the corner of the third floor. What attracted him was not the 28 beauties, but many talents shook their heads and left.

On the long bookcase, there are two wine glasses, one of which contains a glass of turbid wine, and the other cup is empty. A blue-shirted scholar sits behind the desk with his eyes closed, like a fisherman waiting for a fish.

There is a couplet hanging behind the scholar, which reads the book "Once separated from the mountains, I feel that I have met the four seasons in three years. I dreamed of going back to the fifth night, showing six chapters and seven chapters, and sending eight or nine words to the old tour. It has been ten years since I looked back."

The font is not arrogant, self-righteous, with a little simple feeling, and a little vicissitudes between the lines.

"Good sentence!"

Qin Shubao was shocked and found that it was Zhao Xing who made the sound. He was happy and hooked Zhao Xing's shoulder and said with a smile, "Brother Zhao is indeed a fellow in the same way. The heroes have similar opinions!"

Zhao Xing held the fan and pulled it to Qin Shubao's palm fiercely and said with a cold face, "Mr. Qin seems to have forgotten Zhao's rules!" Besides, Zhao is a cloth and dares not call him a brother to Mr. Qin.

Li Yu saw a red mark on the back of Qin Shubao's hand, rolled up his sleeves and was ready to kill this shameless thing.

However, Qin Shubao took a small step, just in the way of Li Yu, and bowed to Zhao Xing, "Mr. Zhao, don't blame me! Qin forgot it at some point.

Li Yu stared at Qin Shubao with wide eyes. In Bianliang City, he can often see the scene of the two brothers apologizing to people, but the object is definitely the son of Bianliang City. But what is worthy of Qin Shubao's apology?

Qin Shubao seemed to understand Li Yu's thoughts and turned to Li Yu and said, "Just look at it. Don't worry."

Li Yu scratched his head that could scrape off two catties of oil and looked at Qin Shubao puzzledly. However, out of trust in Qin Shubao, Li Yu touched his big belly and said, "Ok!"

The scholar sitting behind the desk heard Zhao Xing's cheering, opened his eyelids, and his expression was obviously stunned. But after a moment, he came to his senses and saw the ink in Zhao Xing's palm. He spread out his hand and said to Zhao Xing, "Brother, if you want to match the pair, please pay ten copper coins!" No, the copper money belongs to me."

Hearing the scholar's heavy profit, Qin Shubao became interested. He pulled a stool and sat in front of the scholar and asked, "The world says that copper is smelly, and scholars are even more disinterested with this smell. Why do you like these bronzes so much?"

The green-shirted scholar did not show his high bones because Qin Shubao belittled him, and did not slap the table. He just said indifferently, "It's useless to be a scholar!" Tens of millions of books have been read, but they are defeated by hunger and suffering. I don't know their quality. How can they be reasonable?

"Good! OK! OK!"

Qin Shubao said three good words in a row. I don't know whether he deliberately hit the reader in the face or really felt that the scholar in front of him said it well.

The two stared for a moment. Qin Shubao laughed, pulled out a silver ticket from his arms, took a picture on the calligraphy, stared at the eyes of the green-shirted scholar and said, "Here you are, will you accept it?"

The green-shirted scholar glanced at the amount on the silver ticket and couldn't help taking a breath of cold air. The largest silver ingot he had ever seen was only ten taels, but at this moment, there were more than a hundred taels close at hand.

After the shock in the scholar's eyes, his eyes returned to Qingming, smiled at Qin Shubao and whispered, "Why don't you dare!"

Li Yu's eyes are spinning around. Why are there more and more children who take themselves as personal things these days?

"This is the money I paid with Mr. Zhao. If it doesn't match, the money belongs to you. If it comes up, the money still belongs to you. I only ask for a glass of turbid wine."

As soon as this word came out, the onlookers behind Qin Shubao who were ready to watch the play couldn't help slapped themselves fiercely and exchanged a glass of turbid wine worthless wine for a hundred taels of silver tickets. If they had known this, they would have also hung up poems and waited for Qin Shubao, a fool to send money.

The green-shirted scholar showed a hesitant look in his eyes, but when he saw Qin Shubao's eyes, he gritted his teeth and picked up a glass of wine that had never been placed on the case and poured a glass of wine for Qin Shubao.

"Please!"

Qin Shubao was also rude. He picked up the cup and drank it. He was indescribably unruly. Several of the women standing behind Qin Shubao's eyes were shining, and their eyes actually had a good impression of Qin Shubao, the notorious dage.

Qin Shubao took the worthless wine glass in his hand and turned to Zhao Xing and asked, "Brother Zhao, do you have an answer?"

Zhao Xing stared at Qin Shubao and was dissatisfied with Qin Shubao's unauthorized relationship, but Qin Shubao, who was stared at, was not embarrassed at all. Instead, he looked at Zhao Xing with a smile, and Zhao Xing's chest was stuffy.

No longer going to see Qin Shubao, a prodigal son with Longyang, Zhao Xing tidied up his clothes and said to the green-shirted scholar, "Zhao has a couplet here. I don't know if he can catch up with his brother's good sentences."

"Xu Zhijie listened attentively!"

Readers are taboo to sign up and show respect for others. Xu Zhijie signed up as soon as he came up. It can be seen that he has high expectations for Zhao Xing.

"A tide of spring dew, two sleeves of Luo Jinshi, three loquat four eaves, looking at the five-foot lamp alone, listening to the six strings and seven rhymes, sighing the eight or nine secret words and who to listen to, sitting alone in the empty building, there are only ten pas."

A little thick voice brought out some resentment of this couplet, which made the taxis present bow their heads and think.

" Mr. Zhao is so interested! Unexpectedly, Brother Xu came to ask for advice. Brother Xu and his son were written according to their own situation. After hanging up, no one could fight with him.

"I just heard what Mr. Zhao said, and Mr. Yan had to say hello, but how did Mr. Zhao understand the woman's boudoir secret words? The ten pas of a woman's marriage is the finishing touch of the whole sentence, but the man doesn't understand the woman's heart, and Yan still thinks it is a little lacking.

Zhao Xing also nodded. Although the couplet he said could fight against each other, he was a little worried. What's more, the pair of Qingshan scholar responded to the situation, which was mostly the voice of the world's scholars, which could produce great resonance, but the thoughts of the boudoir women could not reach this level.

After Yan Qingzhi finished speaking, there was a harmony, but the echo praised Zhao Xing, but there was some regret in the language.

"Qin, it's your turn."

Qin Shubao pointed to himself and looked at Zhao Xing with incredible eyes. He did not say that he wanted to show his talent.

"Didn't Mr. Qin say that the hundred taels of silver were paid by us just now? At this moment, I have been defeated. It's your turn."

Facing the ball kicked by Zhao Xing, Qin Shubao did not accept it at all. He picked up the glass in his hand and said, "I have asked for a glass of wine to drink. Naturally, I don't have the literary talent of the two of you, so I admit defeat."

"Book treasure, why be so modest? The two strokes downstairs are amazing. Why do you need to hide them?

Qin Shubao's mouth smiled like Yan Qingzhi and said in his heart, "Damn, do you remember that's what I said? You don't have to show this face if you want to see me make a fool of yourself!"

Qin Shubao picked up the wine pot of the book case, poured three cups in a row, and drank the last drop of wine in the toast. Qin Shubao felt that he had caught a trace of inspiration.

He opened the lid of the wine pot with his right thumb and poured it upside down. Qin Shubao opened his mouth and swallowed it, and the light in his eyes became more and more obvious.

“bang”

The wine pot hit the book case, and Qin Shubao shouted, "Serve with pen and ink!"

The two people who followed Qin Shubao quickly brought pen, ink, paper and inkstone. Qin Shubao held the tycoon in his hand and held the pen for a long time.

Sneers sounded and joked. No one was optimistic about Qin Shubao. Zhao Xing just watched coldly, and he was not necessarily optimistic about Qin Shubao.

"call"

Qin Shubao burped, exhaled a breath of wine, carried the pen and stained it with ink. The pen fell in the middle of the paper, upright and unyielding, giving up to me.

"Nine wild geese outside the ten-mile pavilion!"

Qin Shubao opened his mouth and chanted, turning sharp in his hand.

"Sigh at the chaos of the seven heroes!"

The words are as sharp as a knife and heroic!

"Step on the horse in June, with five tigers and four bears."

Yin and Yang are full of setbacks and refuse to bend; the wrist is straight, and the words are full of smoke.

"Hang three or two spears to fight against yellow sand."

Inexplicable sadness, like the mourning of wild geese.

"I look forward to the unification of the country in the coming year!"