"How about a poem with 500 words?"

After some coercion, seduction, and even begging to no avail, in desperation, Nangong Wan'er began to lure this lowest-level method again, although she didn't think that this would have any effect on a scholar and literati.

"Five hundred wen? You are an insult to the wisdom and labor of a great and noble young man! Liu Yiyi glanced at Nangong Wan'er disdainfully, and then slowly stretched out a finger, righteous and stern, and said in a righteous and awe-inspiring manner: "My Liu Yifan's poems must at least be consistent." ”

"Huh?!"

The sound of his jaw falling to the ground, except for Di Renjie and Di Shijie, who were already very familiar with Liu Yiyi, everyone present couldn't help but shake their bodies.

Although I don't know what the 'youth' in Liu Yifan's mouth is, but seeing Liu Yifan's hypocritical and greedy face, Nangong Wan'er suddenly felt very disappointed, haven't all scholars always been high, extraordinary, and regard money as dung? Why does this Liu Yifan give her the feeling that she is like a businessman, and her face is full of copper smell?

Could it be that the "Chivalrous Journey" a few days ago was really copied by him? Nangong Wan'er couldn't help but start to doubt her previous judgment.

"Humph!" Di Zhizhi looked like this, and her opinion on Liu Yiyi was even more unbearable, in addition to the previous timidity, she put a hat on Liu Yiyi who was greedy for money and hypocritical.

"Consistent is consistent!" Nangong Wan'er responded and wandered outside for a few years, she still had some money left in her hands, and money was nothing to her, she really wanted to see now that she had always had money, and whether she could really buy a good poem.

"Oh, hehe, Liu Mou knows that a ranger like Nangong girl who has seen the world must not be such a stingy person," Seeing Nangong Wan'er respond, Liu Yiyi sat up from the bench lightly, and said to Nangong Wan'er with a chuckle: "Since the price has been negotiated, then let's stop inking, Liu is not as idle as the two girls, and he has nothing to do all day long, and Liu will have to give lessons to the young masters in a while." What poetry does Nangong girl want, say it and listen to it, well, if it is possible, Liu will not disappoint Nangong girl. ”

Liu Yiyi cocked Erlang's legs very comfortably, thinking about whether to buy a few pig's feet in the evening and come back to add food, Xiaoyi's pig's feet soup stewed last time is still hooking the gluttonous worms in his stomach.

"Okay, let's take chrysanthemum as the theme!" Di Zhizhi pointed to the remnant chrysanthemum in the courtyard that had not been completely zeroed, held his head high, and looked at Liu Yi proudly.

"If the eldest lady is willing to pay consistently, Liu doesn't mind making a poem with the title of chrysanthemum. However, I have heard that the eldest lady does not seem to have a lot of money. Liu Yiyi leaned down slowly, the winter of Fengjie is very suitable for bathing in the sun, it is very warm.

"Trouble Mr. Liu, just use chrysanthemum as the theme!" Seeing that Di Zhizhi was about to draw her sword again, Nangong Wan'er hurriedly opened her mouth to lay down the circle, and set the topic as the remnant chrysanthemum in the courtyard.

"Uh-huh," the proprietor spoke, and Liu Yiyi nodded lightly, and said no more. With his eyes slightly closed, he pondered on the bench for a long time, and then looked at Nangong Wan'er with slightly open eyes and said with some embarrassment: "That, Miss Nangong, the contemptible people here have always been free of credit, do you see if it is first..."

Before Liu Yiyi's words were finished, a string of yellow and clear things fell into his arms, a whole string, a total of thousand, no more, no less, just consistent.

"Miss Nangong is really refreshing! Hehe," Liu Yiyi glanced at Nangong Wan'er, put the silver coin in his arms, and then closed it again, pretending to brew for a long time, and gently pulled out a chrysanthemum poem:

The flowers do not bloom and the flowers are thick, and the sparse hedge is not endless.

I'd rather die with incense on the branches, and how could he have blown down in the north wind.

Even if Di Zhizhi and Nangong Wan'er don't know much about poetry, they can also experience the unique arrogance and unyielding meaning in the poems.

Although he is a little disdainful of Liu Yiyi's personality, this poem is really good, at least Nangong Wan'er and Di Zhizhi can't find any fault.

"Whoa!"

There was another sound of silver coins colliding, Di Zhizhi also threw a string of silver coins to Liu Yiyi ruthlessly, and said to Liu Yiyi very unconvinced: "What kind of ability can you make a song, it can't be copied and recited by someone else, if you have the ability, you can make another song for Miss Ben, and take chrysanthemum as the theme!" ”

Di Zhizhi's actions were obviously embarrassing for Liu Yi, but Nangong Wan'er didn't have the slightest intention of trying to dissuade her, not only that, but there was even a faint hint of excitement in her heart. It seems that it is not bad to be able to see Liu Yifan embarrassed and ugly.

"Thank you!" Liu Yiyi unceremoniously put the money in his arms, glanced at Di Zhizhi, and showed a professional smile.

The autumn bushes are like pottery, and the edge of the fence is becoming more and more oblique.

It's not that chrysanthemums are favored in flowers, and this flower is even more flowerless.

Without a trace of hesitation, a song "Chrysanthemum" composed by Yuan Zhi slipped out of Liu Yiyi's mouth.

"Okay, this girl still doesn't believe it!" Seeing the almost teasing smile on Liu Yiyi's face, Di Zhizhi gritted her teeth, took out the usual silver money from her small purse, threw it into Liu Yiyi's arms, and said angrily: "This girl wants to buy another one, and the title is still this chrysanthemum!" ”

Di Zhizhi's word 'buy' was almost bitten and said, but Liu Yiyi didn't care, picked up the silver coin, blew it gently, and put it in his arms with a smile, looking like a vegetable vendor in a vegetable market.

"I didn't expect the eldest lady to be so generous, and in the future, Xiaosheng will also have money to buy chickens for the lady to eat, hehe, thank you!" Liu Yiyi arched his hand at Di Zhizhi, and chanted a chrysanthemum poem casually:

There is no rain cover for the lotus, and there are still proud frost branches in the chrysanthemum.

A good year must be remembered, the most orange, yellow, orange and green.

"Whoa!"

Another string of copper coins fell into her arms, Nangong Wan'er seemed to have lost her temper, she knew that Di Zhizhi should have no money left, so she threw it to Liu Yiyi again, and said: "I'm tired of Mr. Liu, the little girl still wants to buy another one, and the title is still chrysanthemum!" ”

One, two, three, watching Liu Yiyi write poems is as easy as drinking boiled water, Nangong Wan'er is not angry, she doesn't believe that Liu Yiyi can make a fourth poem, somehow, she is now very eager to see Liu Yiyi's unlucky appearance when she can't make poems.

"Thank you! Since the two young ladies are so generous, then I can't be too stingy," Liu Yiyi said, putting the silver money in his hand into his arms, looking at Nangong Wan'er and Di Zhizhi with a smile and saying, "This time, I'll buy one get one free, and give the two young ladies an extra one." ”

The heart of the east fence is proud of the frost, and does not compete with the purple in the spring.

The pink butterfly is light and thin, and a pillow of yellow flowers is fragrant at night.

Song, Tang Wan's famous sentence of Yongdai.

If you don't come out with the grass, you can be a hundred flowers after the flowers.

The qi is Ling Qiujian, and the fragrance is clear.

It is advisable to escape from the world, ** every affectionate.

Can be said basil land, the east fence is famous.

Ming, Li Mengyang's praise chrysanthemum.

The four gentlemen of plum, orchid, bamboo, and chrysanthemum, there are many poems about them, and many of them are even imprinted in his mind, and in order to cope with the college entrance examination, he did not toss on it.

"Okay, the hour is almost up, let's be here today," Liu Yiyi stood up, glanced at Di Zhizhi and Nangong Wan'er with a light smile, and said, "If the two young ladies still have Yaxing, they might as well bring more money tomorrow, Liu is not afraid of coming." ”

After coming to Di Mansion for so long, Liu Yiyi felt that he should also reveal something, after all, as a teacher, if he is suspicious in terms of knowledge, there is no thing that can control the existence of others, it will be a little inappropriate, and when he is lazy, he will eventually be a little unsteady.

In one breath, five chrysanthemum quatrains should be enough for them to drink a pot.

As he spoke, carrying the heavy and thick silver coin in his arms, Liu Yiyi led Di Renjie and Di Shijie back to the study and continued the afternoon class. Di Zhizhi and Nangong Wan'er were directly hung outside the courtyard.

"Senior sister," Seeing Liu Yiyi enter the study, Nangong Wan'er smiled bitterly and said: "It turns out that although this Liu Yifan's personality is somewhat, well, weird, and incomprehensible, he does have some talents, and the song "Chivalrous Travel" should indeed be from him." ”

Touching the somewhat shriveled purse, Nangong Wan'er couldn't help but feel a little distressed, although the money was not much, it was not a decimal, so she changed two dispensable poems angrily, which was not worth it.

"No! Liu Yifan must have bullied us for not understanding poetry, so he casually took something to coax us, I'm going to find my father! Di Zhizhi walked out of the courtyard unconvinced, muttering: "If I find out that he is prevaricating us, I will make him look good!" Is Miss Ben's money so easy to make? Two broken poems cheated me out of the money for nearly two years, hum! ”

In the final analysis, Di Zhizhi, the little girl, is also feeling sorry for her two pieces of money, which she has saved for a long time.

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