Chapter 51: Save, buy you candy

Liu Zhenhu was stunned when he heard the words. He suspected that there was a problem with his ears, but he heard Shen Miaoping repeat it again with a smile: "I'm a layman, don't use false tricks next to me. I lost. I crawled three times on the ground to learn how to bark. You If I lose, give me seven thousand pennies, how about it?"
Seven thousand cans is not a small amount. If Liu Zhenhu really lost so much money, Wu Anhou would be able to take his skin off, but he was confident that he would not lose to Shen Miaoping, gritted his teeth, and finally agreed.
"Okay! Just do what you said."
Writing poems takes time to consider and deliberate, and scenes like two-person poems also happen from time to time. The maid brought the incense burner and set it on the table. The four treasures of the house were given to the house. The time limit for a stick of incense was stipulated. Liu Zhenhu had already started to write. Ideas, but most people still focus on Shen Miaoping, wanting to see what he can write.
Shen Miaoping only drank from one cup after another. He drank one pot and then switched to another. The drunkenness was already seen in his eyes. He looked sideways at the corner not far away, and the figure was still sitting there quietly, Xie Yuzhi Junxiu was gentle His face was divided into two halves by the shadow, but the light was brightly lit, and there was two more light in his dark pupils.
Qian Tong and the others were anxious, they kept taunting Shen Miaoping secretly: "My lord, write quickly, and how to write later when you get drunk. How shameful it is to bark a dog on the ground, and our brothers have also lost their faces. ."
Shen Miaoping waved his sleeves disgustedly: "Go, go, and then you will pay for today's wine."
Liu Zhenhu had already had a draft and began to write, and the incense in the furnace had already burned more than half. Shen Miaoping finally made a move, but put down the hip flask and untied the gauze wrapped around the palm of his right hand.
The injury a few days ago has begun to heal gradually, but it still looks a little scary. Xueyi was startled when he saw this, and then said: "Master Shen has a hand injury. If it is inconvenient, Xueyi would like to ghostwrite."
"No need." Shen Miaoping shook his head.
There was not much of the incense left. The Qingshan scholar who had just been scolded by him took a probe and saw a blank sheet of paper. He couldn't help but sneered: "Why Brother Shen doesn't write, everyone else praises you for your extraordinary literary talent. So slow, Brother Liu has already finished writing."
Everyone heard the words and saw that Liu Zhenhu's last stroke just came to an end. He couldn't help laughing when he saw the empty space on Shen Miaoping's paper. While ordering the maid to present his poems to the girl in Xueyi for comment, he sneered: "Shen Miaoping, Shen Miaoping. Now, my uncle is waiting for you to crawl and learn how to bark. If you give in right now, I might consider letting you go."
Shen Miaoping took a sip of wine: "Don't worry, let's take a look at Brother Liu's poem first."
The snow-clothed girl readily agreed upon hearing the words, took Liu Zhenhu's poem and read it carefully, then her expression faded slightly, and her remarks made a pertinent evaluation: "The intention is calm, the words are good, the lower grade."
In ancient times, most men were inferior to women. Many people looked down on brothel women, but they are not fake. They may be a bit worse in terms of governing the country and Anbang Xueyi, but she is an expert in commenting on poems and songs.
Liu Zhenhu is a frequent visitor to the brothel, and he naturally knows this truth. He doesn't care about it. He just waited for Shen Miaoping to write a "low-grade" poem to laugh at him.
On the premise of the time limit of a stick of incense, Liu Zhenhu’s poems are not very good, but they are still quite satisfactory. Whoever thought it would still not be able to get into Xueyi’s eyes, it would inevitably make people feel toothache, she handed the poem to the maid, looking Turning to Shen Miaoping: "Does the son have a good work?"
Shen Miaoping looked at Xie Yuzhi who was sitting in the corner subconsciously when he heard the words, but saw that the other party was holding his arms and staring at himself faintly. He couldn't tell whether he was happy or angry. He raised his head and drank the last glass of wine, and the smile on his lips disappeared. meaning.
Shen Miaoping shook his sleeves, and finally started to write. In a flash, dozens of pairs of eyes were staring at him, and even more so directly, he said a sentence after he wrote it.
"Dongfeng night put flowers and thousands of trees, even more blowing, stars like rain..."
Someone couldn't help nodding, and the words at the beginning were much better than Liu Zhenhu, but the word was a bit uglier, but seeing that Shen Miaoping had an injury on his hand, he didn't look into it any more and looked intently.
"BMW carved the car with fragrance all over the road. The phoenix flute sounded, the jade pot gleamed, the fish and dragon danced all night, the moth snow willow golden strands. The smile was full and the fragrance went away..."
This sentence depicts the prosperous scene of the outside incisively and vividly. The beauty in the outer room is really vivid, and Liu Zhenhu's face can't help but collapse a little, until Shen Miaoping drops the last sentence.
"The crowd looked for him a thousand times. Looking back suddenly, the person was there, in a dimly lit place..."
There was no sound in the room.
The Shangtian is a lively event. Apart from the exquisite words, there is nothing unique about it. However, until this last sentence appeared, everyone discovered that the Shangtian's fireworks flourished and the prosperous prosperous avenue, and the under-the-counter beauties were all just to set off. The appearance of one person.
Xueyi stared at the poem intently, and couldn't help muttering: "The crowd looked for him a thousand times. Suddenly looking back, the person was there, where the lights were dim..."
She was stunned for a moment, and finally sighed, looking at Shen Miaoping with a complicated expression: "A wonderful sentence, as today's leader, Master Shen won."
When Liu Zhenhu heard the words, Xueyi's light and fluttering words immediately smashed him into dizziness, like a thunderbolt from a sunny day, and the Venus stared straight up, especially Shen Miaoping was still falling into the rock. He deliberately stretched out his hand to compare seven, and smiled at him: "Seven thousand coins, not seven hundred coins, don't forget Brother Liu."
Liu Zhenhu felt the smell of blood in his throat, his cheeks twitched quickly, he wanted to say something, but couldn't say anything, his face was flushed, his eyes were staring at Shen Miaoping fiercely, and finally he stretched out his hand and grabbed him. I stayed in my little boy, gritted his teeth and uttered two words with difficulty--
"Back, mansion!"
Everyone burst into laughter again, and Xueyi felt guilty for playing tricks on herself, and couldn't help bowing to her knees and said: "The son is a talent, the little girl is willing to bow down."
Today, people hate the ancients, and the ancients hate to see the present. This ritual crosses the torrent of history. It is for Mr. Xin Qijixin. It is a pity that God did not reincarnate all the romantic figures in the world in the same era.
"The girl is absurd, I'm just a little clever, I can't bear the word of great talent."
Shen Miaoping simply copied poems and slapped his face. He sideways avoided the ceremony of Xueyi, and then crumpled the poem just written into a ball into his sleeves under the eyes of everyone, and smiled at the surroundings: "I've seen the excitement, wine I also drank and had a good time. It's not early, so let's say goodbye."
Yuba greeted Qian Tong and the others, leaving the wine money, and ignoring the retention of those literati who wanted to discuss poetry with him, he left the Spring Festival Tower by himself.
When Xie Yuzhi saw this, he got up and walked out. Shen Miaoping was leaning against the door and waiting for him, holding a pack of hawthorn cakes bought on the roadside in his hand. After eating a little bit, he came out and handed it over with a smile: " Eat or not?"
Xie Yuzhi didn't answer, put his hands behind him, and looked at him with a stern face on purpose: "You are so bold, dare to come to such a place behind my back, are you afraid that I will clean you up?"
Shen Miaoping didn't panic at all, and he didn't sleep. Woman: "I just heard that Chunxiao Tower is famous, so I'm just curious. I can't see Er Er today. It's nothing unusual. I won't come in the future."
Shen Miaoping finished the cakes in twos and clapped his hands to leave, but Xie Yuzhi grabbed his collar to prevent him from leaving. He pursed his lips and said, "You wrote a poem to the woman in the brothel."
Shen Miaoping played a rogue: "What about it?"
Xie Yuzhi's dark eyes glared at him, and he could see a little aggrieved: "You write poems to other women and ask me how?"
"Who said I wrote to her."
Shen Miaoping was a little drunk. He pulled out the crumpled piece of paper from his sleeve, then unfolded it, pointing to the last sentence and saying: "I saw him, I have been looking for him thousands of times. I suddenly looked back, but the man was there. The lights are dim..."
Shen Miaoping squeezed Xie Yuzhi's face as he said, smiled scornfully, and molested him: "Little beauty, do you know how I wrote this sentence?"
Xie Yuzhi was frosty and did not speak, but his ears were quietly red.
"I wandered around the brothel with a horror. I looked around, and when I looked back, I saw you sitting in the corner of the corner, so I came up with this sentence."
"..."
After speaking, Shen Miaoping yawned and put Xie Yuzhi's shoulders on: "Go, sleepy, go home and sleep."
Xie Yuzhi did not move.
Shen Miaoping "tsk": "What are you afraid of, we are legal."
Xie Yuzhi was speechless, stretched out his hand to support him: "You are drunk."
The sound of the horse's hoof approached, and the guard drove the carriage over, and the whip made a short, light sound in the air. After stopping, Xie Yu got into the car, reached out and grabbed Shen Miaoping's arm and pulled the person up.
There is a soft couch in the carriage, and Shen Miaoping seems to have used it as a bed. Lying on it with Xie Yuzhi’s legs, he began to fall asleep. His profile looks incredible. Xie Yuzhi couldn’t help but smile. His slender handles played with the crystal on his waist. Pei, then reached out and patted his face,
"Shen Miaoping."
"Uh...huh?"
Xie Yuzhi looked at him earnestly. There was a slightly bitter Chinese medicine fragrance on his body, and his figure was slightly tilted. He approached him and asked, "Is what you said in the Chunxiao Tower is true?"
Shen Miaoping didn't catch what he was talking about at all, but just nodded indiscriminately: "Well, it's true."
Xie Yuzhi smiled, but then asked: "Then do you remember what you said?"
Shen Miaoping finally became clearer, patted his chest and promised: "I have a sincere heart for the second master. The heaven and the earth can be proved, the sun and the moon can be seen. Others are as insignificant as the wind and dust in my eyes. There is only the second master."
"Okay," Xie Yuzhi nodded, satisfied with his answer.
"Then can you tell me, how do you plan to spend the seven thousand coins won from Liu Zhenhu?"
Shen Miaoping fell silent immediately upon hearing this. Xie Yuzhi wouldn't want to make himself hand in private money, would he? This is not going to work, there are so many fools in the world who let themselves deceive.
Turning over silently, Shen Miaoping stretched out his hand to hug Xie Yuzhi's waist and rubbed his face in his arms. He was innocent, and said in a low voice: "Save it, when we are old, I will buy you candy~"
Xie Yuzhi seemed to want to laugh, but held back, and continued to stare at him blankly: "Can I still eat candy when I am old?"
"It's okay. Let's buy other products. Osmanthus cakes and rice cakes are quite delicious."
Xie Yuzhi wanted to say more, but Shen Miaoping didn't want to listen anymore. He reached out his hand to clasp his head and sent a drunken kiss. Despite the slight struggle of the other party, he opened his lips and intruded directly.