"Cough, Brother Qian is talented, little brother admires, admires!"

Qian Duoduo's words landed, and after several young people beside him were stunned, they immediately said with a smile.

Almost all of their families are in business, although they have been forced to read since they were children, but now it is difficult to even endorse books, and they don't know anything about poetry and articles.

Because of this, he was despised by those literati, and naturally he had no good impression of those people, Qian Duoduo could write good poems, and he slapped those people in the face, and they were happy to see it.

Of course, because the Qian family is rich, many of their families can only survive by relying on the Qian family, and they also have to flatter the sons of the Qian family.

"My father often taught me to be low-key, I have talent, I will tell you, will you preach everywhere like those poor sour ghosts...... I won't!" Qian Duoduo stretched out his hand and pressed down, and said: "You just know these things, don't spread them everywhere, I don't like flamboyant ......"

"I don't know where I bought a poem, and my tail cocked." A cold snort came from the side, and a green-shirted gentleman glanced at this side and said: "If you really think you are a talent, it's just a waste who doesn't know how to write and ink, and it's shameless to take other people's poems as your own!" ”

"Who's it, who's it!"

Before Qian Duoduo could speak, a person next to him stood up, turned his head, looked at him dissatisfied, and said.

The scholar in the green shirt smiled mockingly, turned his head and said, "Who doesn't know shame, who knows in their hearts, do you say?" ”

"If your heart is open, why should you be afraid of what others say?"

"I'm afraid that some people have ghosts in their hearts."

"Whether there are ghosts or not, only he knows."

……

……

There were several men in the same dress beside the scholar in the green shirt, who spoke one after another at this moment, and the mockery in his tone was fully revealed.

"If you are open-minded, you are not afraid of what others say?" Qian Duoduo stood up, walked over, looked at the man just now and asked.

The scholar nodded and said, "That's right." ”

Qian Duoduo asked again: "Then are you open in your heart?" ”

The man sneered and said, "The people of my generation who study have righteousness in their hearts, act uprightly, are open-minded, and are open-minded. ”

"You're not afraid of what others say?"

"Don't be afraid!"

"Really?"

"No......" As soon as the scholar spoke, he realized that something was wrong, and took back the next word, looked at him coldly, and said, "How could I be fooled by such a clumsy trick?" ”

"Since you don't care what others say......" Qian Duoduo looked at him and said, "If I say that you are raised by a bitch, won't you be angry?" ”

The scholar was stunned, his face quickly turned from red to blue, pointed at him, and said, "Shaft, you shaft, dare to ......"

Qian Duoduo looked at him and said, "Look, you can't even scold people, who is the waste?" ”

"You dare to say that you are not a waste who spends money to buy poetry?" The scholar's eyes almost burst into flames, and he said: "If you can make another poem of that level on the spot, I Wanjun will immediately kneel and kowtow to you and apologize for your previous words!" ”

"Brother Wan......"

The faces of several scholars behind him changed, and they immediately stepped forward and said worriedly: "Brother Wan, be cautious ...... words."

If the money had bought two more songs instead of one, after today, Wan Jun would have lost face, and he would never be able to raise his head in this Fengzhou City!

"You don't need to say much." Wan Jun waved his hand and said: "If he can buy two poems like that, Wan Mou will admit it this time, if he can't do it, I will definitely make this shameless waste of deception and stealing his name public!" ”

"Are you sure?" Qian Duoduo looked at him and said, "If I make another song, you will kneel and kowtow to me?" ”

A scholar added: "It's another good poem that everyone will recognize, if you make up a few sentences by yourself, Brother Wan will kowtow?" ”

The movement here has long attracted the attention of everyone in the hall.

Even the woman on the stage stopped performing for the time being, looking at this side with surprised and puzzled eyes.

"In that case, then it's a gamble!"

Qian Duoduo nodded, looked at the stage, and said: "I remember when I first met Miss Feifei, that part of the neon dress dance is still fresh in people's minds now, so I will give it to Miss Feifei!" ”

"Ah, for me?" The woman on the stage was stunned, and she couldn't come back to her senses for a while.

In the audience, a voice has already come out.

"After the dream, the stairs are locked, and the curtain hangs low when I wake up. Last year, when the spring hatred came. The falling flowers are independent, and the micro swifts are flying.

I remember the first time Fei Fei saw it, and the two hearts were Luo Yi. The lutea strings say acacia. At that time, the bright moon was there, and it was back from the clouds. ”

The woman named Fei Fei on the stage was still wondering when she wore the Luo Yi that had been scented with two hearts, and as for the pipa, she didn't seem to play it often in her impression, and she was good at the guzheng......

In the audience, the young man named Wan Jun was already stunned.

The faces of several people behind him changed color almost at the same time, and they didn't expect that Qian Duoduo would easily throw out such a poem.

The people around were already whispering the words, and they secretly compared it with the previous song in their hearts, all of them were describing singers, with similar styles and similar styles......

A person's style of words is generally fixed, and it is difficult to change it in the same period, and it is easy for outsiders to see whether two poems are written by the same person.

Originally, they almost thought in their hearts that the previous song "Partridge Day" should have been bought by Qian Duoduo, but at this moment, their hearts were a little shaken.

After all, no talented person who has reached this level of talent is willing to sell his hard work, in fact, when the literary talent reaches that level, they will not be short of money.

One is already a bit incredible, let alone two?

Qian Duoduo turned his head to look at Na Wan Jun and said, "How is it, this one is okay, what did Brother Wan say just now?" ”

Wan Jun's face changed, he couldn't really decide which of these two words was better, because of personal preferences and other factors, no one could judge.

Because of this, it means that Qian Duoduo has made another poem that is similar to the previous one, and he needs to kowtow to him and admit his mistakes......

At this time, a person behind Wan Jun suddenly said: "I bought one, or maybe two, unless you take out another one, you still can't prove that these two poems were written by you!" ”

"I knew you would cheat ......" Qian Duoduo shook his head and said, "Then, how about you listen to this one." ”

After he finished speaking, he spoke again: "The autumn of red leaves and yellow flowers is late, and thousands of miles are thinking of travelers." The clouds are over, and there is no faith, where to send books.?

Tear bombs are not exhaustive. Just inkstone and ink. Gradually write to don't come, in the depths of this feeling, the red note is colorless. ”

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Wan Jun opened his mouth, his face was pale, and this time there was nothing more to say.

Several scholars behind him were also full of disbelief, how long has it been, does he really think of writing poems and lyrics as eating and drinking?

The eyes of the people around him looking at Qian Duoduo had already changed.

He may have bought one or two, but he couldn't have tied up a talented person to write poems for him, right?

But anyone who involves poetry can easily see that these three poems are obviously from the same person, such a talent, it is said that his fame should have spread all over Fengzhou, how can he make wedding dresses for others?

Could it be that this young man Qian, who has always shown himself as a straw bag, has always been hidden?

A look of surprise appeared on more and more people's faces.

Li Yi was also very surprised, in addition to being surprised, he was also relieved, because when he came back, he found that Miss Liu Er had actually cleaned all the dishes, and in the past two years, this was the first time he had seen her do this kind of thing.

After putting away the vegetables and collecting the silver tickets, talk to Miss Liu Er, and it's almost time to sleep.

Among the thirteen poems just now, more than eight of them are Yan Jidao, and before going to sleep, Li Yi folded his hands and recited silently in his heart.

"Forced by life, don't blame Brother Yan, don't blame ......"10