Vol 3 Chapter 9: Drunken Poems

"Wow!"
Xiao Lang's attack surface was a bit wider. This meant that Sang cursed all the people present, indicating that they were all unknown people and could not be summoned by the two young ladies.
Don't say that there are countless talented writers in Divine Soul City. They are famous in the Yu Dynasty. I'm afraid that most people can't stand this anger? Xiao Lang was immediately besieged.
A middle-aged scribe sneered and said: "Long admired the name of the wild son, he is known as a great talent, my fellow Su Shanke, Liu Ming, would like to ask the son!"
"Not only Changfeng, nicknamed Wangyou, and I'm willing to ask the wild son for advice!"
"I'm hollow..."
Several people stood up and challenged Xiao Lang. They made it clear that they wanted to use text to suppress others. They would try to frustrate Xiao Lang's momentum, slap him in the face, and compete for Haitian Pavilion. Tone, of course, to impress the hearts of the two goddesses upstairs.
Xiao Lang grinned, looking at countless indignant scholars, Sao Bao, how it felt like monkeys dancing hula. He squinted his eyes and listened carefully to every word of each of them. Until no one was speaking, he tilted his head and said, "It's over? What do you mean? Want a group to single me out? Come on, who Who are you afraid of? Today, this young man will fight the entire Soul City writers alone, and all those who are not convinced are called in, and I will put you all down today!"
"puff……"
A sip of fine wine in Chihiro's mouth was sprayed on a girl from Fengyue Pavilion, which made him happy. How did this master and others feel like fighting with a group of people? Like a swordsman with his sleeves rolled up and his sword drawn around, he was murderous, glaring at a group of warriors, trying to fight hard.
"puff……"
A group of princes, including several Qing dynasties, also spit out the fine wine in their mouths. Isn't this master too vigorous? Where is the city of Soul and Soul? In addition to the place with the most writers in Tianyu City, there are four small families, five talents, and the big writers second only to everyone in Song.
Since ancient times, Wu has no second place and Wen has no first place, so he dare to say that one man can dominate the city's writers?
"Fuck!"
A round of applause sounded, pulling everyone's thoughts back, everyone's eyes were also attracted, Xiao Lang followed the voice, but saw a beautiful figure slowly walking down the second floor.
As soon as this figure appeared, everyone's eyes brightened, Xiao Lang's eyes brightened, and Qianxun's eyes were hot enough to melt ice and snow.
Yangliu Yiyi, swaying and swaying, white skin wins snow, lotus blooming step by step, graceful and affectionate.
A woman's appearance was completely hidden by the light gauze, but her figure alone could make people sexy. Apart from Yun Zishan and Dongfang Hongdou, the only woman Xiao Lang had seen was in front of her.
The most important temperament of a woman, if the oriental red bean is a rose and the cloud purple shirt is a peony, then the woman in front of me is a peony, fragrance and charming.
Qin Xian invites the moon!
Sure enough, there was some goddess temperament, Xiao Lang nodded secretly, didn't take a closer look that day, just glanced, did not expect this woman to be considered as a good-looking woman, she is not ashamed of the title of Inviting Yue.
Yingyue looked at Xiao Lang, and could vaguely see a pair of watery eyes filled with smiles. She walked to a square table and sat down, stretched out a pair of suet-like jade hands, and raised a glass of wine towards Xiao Lang. I saluted, raised my head and drank it before speaking, and the voice was clear and moving, like a bird singing: "Wild son, invite Yue is polite, I heard that son wants a manpower to suppress the city's literary magnates, invite Yue can not help but come down to watch the grand occasion. The son will not mind, right?"
"This girl is here to add fuel to the fire, to make a mess of it!"
Xiao Lang half-squinted his eyes, unscrupulously sweeping around Yaoyue without talking, just like that, the smiling, profane goddess, the faces of all the princes were green, and Yaoyue looked a little embarrassed and was about to speak Xiao Lang nodded suddenly and said, "Mind...it is impossible to drop, but since the lady is here, then place a bet? If I win everyone present tonight, I wonder if I can go upstairs and sleep for a night?"
"Huh!"
The temperature in the hall suddenly shot up directly, and countless people became angry with their faces completely gloomy. Xiao Lang, this is Chi Guoguo's blasphemous goddess, the two young ladies Bing Qing Yujie, that is, Song Xiaoyu, the son of the Song family, went up to sit for a while, and this lunatic actually wanted to go up to sleep for a night? Did he treat this as Fengyu Pavilion?
Yaoyue was also stunned, but she didn't expect Xiao Lang to be so wild that she couldn't stand it anymore. Why are the two of them so outstanding? It's because the two have never had an ambiguous relationship with a man. Once they are no longer clear and clean, their status will immediately decline, and they are definitely not as detached as they are now.
In the face of Xiao Lang’s fiery gaze, Inviting Yue had no choice but to speak: "The wild son is gambling with the literary tycoons in the city. Inviting Yue just wants to come and observe. Isn’t this request too much? Why does the son involve the war on the little girl? On?"
"Haha!"
Xiao Lang laughed for a long time. He stopped looking at Yingyue, and his heart became dull again. This Yingyue did not dare to participate in the war, and he did not forget to provoke? He hates this kind of scheming woman the most, and immediately sneered and said: "You Haitian Pavilion is really boring, nothing else! Let's go, Fengyue Pavilion is fun!"
Seeing Xiao Lang actually stood up like this and took the people out, let alone the literary princes, even the treasurer Zhang Uncle was angry. Xiao Lang really thought this place was? Come and go as you like?
Uncle Zhang said coldly: "Wild son, just leave? Don't leave something to convince everyone? Or are you willing to go down?"
Looking at the pair of extremely angry eyes and the faintly angry face of Yaoyue, Xiao Lang laughed blankly, and smiled lightly at the two Fengyue Pavilion women behind him: "One grinding, one writing, let this A group of people look at this son's random work!"
The two Fengyuge women immediately looked at Xiao Lang with the pen and ink they brought, waiting for this master's masterpiece.
"Wine!"
Xiao Lang let out a deep cry, Qianxun threw a jar of wine from the side with one hand, and Xiao Lang drank and read aloud:
"Stay leaning against the dangerous building, the wind is thin, looking very sad in the spring, and the sky is gloomy. In the afterglow of the grassy smoke, who will be silent?"
"Chang'an ancient road horses are late, and Gaoliu cicadas sizzle. Outside the sunset island, on the Qiufeng Plain, the eyes are hanging down for four days. When Guiyun is gone, there is no trace, where is the early stage? "
"The sunset embroiders the curtain rolls, and the pavilion runs into the water. The window is wet and blue and red. The window is wet and blue. On the Changji Pingshan Hall, there is a misty rain on the south of the Yangtze River, and there is no loneliness. I recognize the drunken man's words, and the mountains are infinite. A thousand. After a while, all the mirrors are clear, and the blue peak is down. Suddenly the waves rise, and a leaf of pulsatilla is dancing. It looks like the son of Lantai, who has not solved the nature of Zhuang, and there are males and females in the right way. A little bit of awe, a thousand miles of fast wind."
"When is the bright moon? Ask Qingtian about the wine. I don't know what year is the palace in the sky. I want to go back by the wind, but I fear Qionglou Yuyu will be very cold from the heights. Dance to figure out the shadows, how do they look like in the world? There should be no sleep in the low-lying households. There should be no hate. What is the long time to turn around? People have sorrows and joys, and the moon has cloudy and sunny. This is a difficult matter in ancient times. I hope that people will be long, and there will be thousands of miles."
"Since spring, it has been green and sad, and the heart is cocoa. In the sun, the warbler wears the willow ribbon, and the fragrance is still lying..."
"..."
Xiao Lang doesn't know how to write poems and lyrics. Isn't it easy to copy?
After drinking a jar of wine, the half-healing ink was also used up, Xiao Lang couldn't remember how many eternal sings he sang.
Thirty songs? Fifty songs? One hundred songs?
Anyway, he finally fell into a daze. Before he passed out, he could vaguely see the literary talents and peerless sons, all turned into fools, stunned and shaking all over, his mouth could swallow a fried dough stick and two eggs.
Chihiro's face was very complicated. Looking at the dumb people, he felt a coolness rising from the soles of his feet? Xiao Lang seems to have played a little bit this time...