"Four two, fried!"

"A ghost couple!"

Since the last time Lao Li left, it has been nearly two months, and Li Chengqian, who was extremely bored in Zongzheng Temple, finally couldn't bear the loneliness and got out the extremely popular poker in later generations.

So in Zongzheng Temple, every day from morning to night, the voice of the landlord sounded all the time. Even not only Zongzheng Temple, but even Chang'an City will hear excited shouts such as 'blow you up' from time to time.

"Boy, fight again?" At the gate, Li Xiaogong's voice came.

Li Chengqian, who had just been slapped to death by the 'bald king', turned his head a little depressedly, looked at the king of Hejian County with an interested face, and said, "Why does Uncle Wang have time to come to Zongzheng Temple today?" ”

"Something comes to you. Come here, don't play yet, don't get tired of playing every day. Li Xiaogong stood at the gate and did not enter the house, but beckoned to Li Chengqian and asked him to pass.

"What the hell can't you talk about here?" Li Chengqian grimaced and looked extremely reluctant. But he threw the cards in his hand directly into the pile that had been out, and mixed them at random.

"It's coming, it's really hard to take you old people." Under the contemptuous gazes of Wu Chen and Wang Chenghu, Li Chengqian jumped off the table and walked to Li Xiaogong in a few steps.

"Let's go, where you go." Li Xiaogong glanced at his 'boss table', which was used as a card table, gave Li Chengqian a shameless thumbs up, and pulled him out.

"Hey, Uncle Wang, slow down, slow down." Li Chengqian didn't stumble and almost fell.

"Autumn hunting is going to start in a few days, and the day of your kid is coming." When he arrived at Li Chengqian's blue-brick house, Li Xiaogong sat down on the rocking chair first, and then said to Li Chengqian.

"Hunt is hunting, what does it have to do with me?" Li Chengqian said that he had no interest in autumn hunting.

"Eh, I said, why are you so ignorant, but the first thing that comes to mind when I hear the news is you," Li Xiaogong said with a frown.

As soon as the autumn hunt begins, Lao Li Yuan will inevitably participate, and as the chief grandson of Lao Laoli, Li Chengqian must also participate. Otherwise, Lao Li Yuan wouldn't be able to see his eldest grandson, and he would start a fire, even Lao Li wouldn't be able to withstand it.

"You can pull it down, in my opinion, you have nothing to do but go to the Three Treasures Palace, what is the matter, you still say it." During the period of being imprisoned in Zongzheng Temple, Li Chengqian had the most contact with Li Xiaogong, and he knew a lot about this unscrupulous old man Li Chengqian.

"Fart, did you talk to your uncle like that? Besides, this Zongzheng Temple is the old man's territory, not your Three Treasures Palace. Li Xiaogong took out a fierce look and glared at Li Chengqian fiercely.

"Uncle Wang, you better save it, if you have something, just say it, otherwise the little nephew won't accompany you." has had a lot of contact with Li Xiaogong, and Li Chengqian has already figured out the temperament of the old man and knows that he is not really angry, otherwise he would have patted his ass and left.

"Hey you kid, you said you were fat and you were still panting. Maybe the old man doesn't know you like a doll, make a poem suitable for hunting for the old man, and the old man will forgive you. The unscrupulous old man saw that Li Chengqian was soft and hard, and finally showed his fox tail.

"Poetry? No! Li Chengqian shook his head and pushed back directly.

There was enough limelight, and even Lao Li came to warn him once, so Li Chengqian planned to shrink for a few years.

"Don't give any face?" Li Xiaogong didn't expect Li Chengqian to refuse so happily, and he couldn't react a little.

"Uncle Wang, it's not that Cheng Qian won't give you face, but it really won't." Li Chengqian looked at Li Xiaogong's face a little ugly, knowing that this old man was really angry.

"Don't give Lao Tzu this set, who doesn't know your 'wise demon' ability, how many literati are ashamed of Banque's 'Chibi Nostalgia', now tell the old man that he won't, who will believe it?" Li Xiaogong looked at Li Chengqian with disdain.

"'Wise Demon'? I? Li Chengqian pointed to his nose and asked suspiciously.

Li Chengqian only knew that his nickname was 'Jianwei Bibao', but he didn't know when he became a 'wise demon' again.

"Isn't it you, is it me?" Li Xiaogong said angrily.

"But when did I have such a nickname?" Li Chengqian asked.

"Du Ruhui, that old thing gave you a name, and now the world knows about it. Hey, I said you kid, don't divert the topic, hurry up and make a song for the old man. After a little explanation to Li Chengqian, the old man began to urge.

Drumming up a song, the corners of Li Chengqian's eyes kept twitching, and he kept wailing in his heart, and he couldn't help but admire the five bodies of the Tang Dynasty.

The first time I heard that the word drumming is used in poetry, I don't know what Li Bai, Du Fu, Bai Juyi and others will think when they hear this word in the future, and whether they will drum up hundreds of poems.

"Uncle Wang, it's just an autumn hunt, what kind of poetry are you doing? Why don't you give your little nephew a secret barbecue method here and give it to Uncle Wang? "Knowing that the nickname 'Zhi Demon' turned out to be Du Ruxuan, Li Chengqian was even more reluctant to 'compose' poetry.

"The old man is not a cook, what is the use of asking you to barbecue meat? As for this poem, it's not because Du Ruhui and their old puppets look down on Lao Tzu, not because Lao Tzu is illiterate. When it comes to the reason for composing poetry, Li Xiaogong is full of complaints.

Li Chengqian listened to it for a long time, and felt that Du Ruhui and others didn't seem to say anything wrong, and they could say that they could write poems as a guy who drummed up a song, but they couldn't be said to be cultural people anyway!

"I said you kid hurry up, it's only a few days since the autumn hunt, and the old man has to leave a few days to carry it!" Li Xiaogong doesn't care what Li Chengqian thinks, as long as he can get the poems, he can think whatever he wants.

Looking at Li Xiaogong, who was unrelenting, Li Chengqian nodded helplessly, it seems that it will not work if he does not agree, this old man is now clearly a posture of not giving up if he does not achieve his goal, if he is not satisfied, I am afraid that he will not have to sleep tonight.

After the tea time, Li Xiaogong was satisfied with the paper with poems written in his arms, and then said to Li Chengqian regretfully: "Chengqian, in the future, fight less landlords, practice more calligraphy, don't write like a chicken chop." ”

"......" Li Chengqian looked at the back of the old man leaving speechlessly, and his heart was mixed.

Ya's old goods, after getting the poems, he changes his face faster than turning a book, and he still has the face to say that Lao Tzu's words are ugly?

I really don't know what kind of face an old scumbag who can say and drum up a poem, what kind of face does he have to say that other people's handwriting is ugly?

So Li Chengqian regretted it, he regretted it very much, he knew that this old man was so shameless, and he shouldn't be pitied at the beginning.