"If the eldest prince can really make a stunning work, the little girl will definitely sing the eldest son's work in Jiangnan." The cardamom lady beside Brother Beast smiled charmingly, and put on a look of admiration, squeezing the deep groove in his chest even more.

Seeing that the beast brother's eyes were straight, it took a while to come back to his senses, and he quickly put away Brother Pig's face and posed in the shape of a jade wind, but after this girl put on the spectrum for a long time, she almost scratched her head into a chicken nest, but she couldn't even hold back a fart. "It's better to be happy alone, it's better to be happy with everyone, our brothers have always been blessed and shared, and we have to share difficulties together, and today we have to be talented for our brothers, and you have to overflow once."

"Huh?!" Duan Shaojun and that Hu Jingfei and Zhao Hengmei were dumbfounded. It seems that this guy is not only thick-skinned, but also knows how to drag people into the water.

"Ah, fart, isn't it my brother who stuck a knife in Ximen Dongliang? If not, brother, I'll throw you down right now. Brother Beast moved his arms and neck, his joints crunching and roaring.

Hu Jingfei and Zhao Heng's eyebrows were like dirt, and they nodded quickly, and Duan Shaojun could only smile bitterly at Cao Sui.

On the contrary, it was those women who praised it one after another, and Ye Rong beside Duan Shaojun was the most enthusiastic, saying that literati and scholars all used wine to write poems, and talented people like the eldest prince could not be accompanied by wine.

Brother Beast didn't know whether he was high-spirited or broken jars, and he rolled up his sleeves and roared like thunder. "Miss Yerong said this very kindly, come to someone, give it to the old ...... Well, if the wine is not old enough, you can't write a good poem, and don't blame your son for being angry. ”

Hearing this, everyone almost sprayed rice, this guy is so thick-skinned, no one can match, Hu Xiaoniang said with a wicked smile. "Come on, brother, if you can make a good work, maybe you will sing Jiangnan at that time."

"What's this, a certain family is a civil and military all-rounder, just a little poetry, it's not a matter of being caught." The beast brother spoke proudly, causing everyone to be speechless, but Su Su kept stroking his palms and smiling, and his smile was cold, just like in a flowery courtyard, there was a relict ** plum gently spitting out the stamen.

Not long after, not only did two jars of twenty catties of twenty-year-old Lanting flower carvings come up. In addition, there were a few women who played the harp and Tishaw.

The sound of silk and bamboo rose beautifully, and the women were slender and charming, singing and dancing. There are more beautiful women to accompany them, Oiran advises them to drink, and several brothers drink wine and drink out the spirit of swallowing rivers and seas.

Duan Shaojun also drank heartily, and after a jar of wine fell into everyone's stomachs, Brother Beast raised the wine cup in his hand in high spirits, and looked up at the moon, like a tiger and wolf howling. "As soon as the Daxiong Treasure Hall was soaked in urine, the abbot in the temple roared ......"

The sound of the piano was broken, the flute was almost cracked, everyone looked at each other in shock, and the wine cup in Duan Shaojun's hand fell directly to the floor, looking at this product in amazement, can this be called poetry? Nima, I'd rather listen to the pear blossom body of the previous year than listen to this evil thing write poetry.

Seeing that everyone present was taken by their talents, Brother Beast stood with his hands smugly, thinking about the last two sentences, but his stomach was full of obscene words and songs, and he wanted to take two sentences out to be vassally elegant, but he couldn't find a suitable one, so anxious that Brother Beast scratched his ears and cheeks, his face turned blue and white, and he grinned.

"Good!" Duan Shaojun, who was afraid that Brother Beast would roar out two more shocking sentences, decided to save the scene, and after shouting, he stood up and saluted solemnly towards Brother Beast with admiration. "Although it is only two sentences, it also has the spirit of looking at the world and swallowing it like a tiger."

"It's a good one to look at the world, and swallow it like a tiger." Su Su, who has two catties of old flowers carved into her belly, seems to have a good amount of wine, and her pretty face like white porcelain has a faint blush, with a little charm and new softness, a pair of bright autumn eyes like stars fell on Duan Shaojun, it seems that at this moment, Fang is looking at this man who has seen him for the first time.

"Really?" I couldn't find the bottom of the steps, and the beast brother who was playing angry to reprimand the wine was not enough Chen looked surprised, but it was more surprised than happy, if others praised it, it would be fine, but this Duan Xian brother praised it so that the half-drunk Ximen Dongliang also felt a fever in his cheeks, and he was almost killed.

The other two martial arts disciples also turned their heads with some puzzlement. Zhao Hengfei is completely a martial artist, so he just thinks that Duan Shaojun's evaluation is very tasteful, but Hu Jingfei, who has been in the circle for a long time, looks at Duan Shaojun with a surprised face, chewing Duan Shaojun's two sentences carefully in his heart, and feels more and more lofty.

"Brother Xian's comment is excellent, but Brother Simon's poem is ...... Well, although it is good, it seems that it does not deserve such praise, right? Hu Jingfei opened the folding fan and said with some hesitation, mainly saying that the two poems of Ximen Dongliang are good, which is really against his conscience.

Duan Shaojun smiled, holding up the lacquer cup with one hand, and gently grabbing the beauty's slender waist with the other. "Brother Taixiu thinks that the younger brother is talking nonsense, but when it comes to the world, how many people dare to pee in the Daxiong Treasure Hall of the Hidden Dragon Temple?"

Hearing this, Hu Jingfei and Zhao Hengmei were stunned at first, then burst into laughter, and praised it repeatedly. Many women on the rooftop all lowered their lips and smiled.

"Not bad! Only Brother Simon is a little strong. ”

"Yes, the great monk who dares to provoke dreams, but he is more than the one who is not timid, only my brother Ximen Dongliang." Zhao Hengmei smiled evilly, and raised the wine cup at the old Ximen Dongliang, who was flushed.

Su Su smiled lightly, but the afterglow of Qiushui's eyes never left Duan Shaojun's side. "Duan Gongzi is talented, praise a sentence of heroic spirit like a tiger, drink it."

"Yes, it is worthy of being a good brother of a certain family with a knife in two wedges, come on, come on, our brothers drink a pot." Brother Beast couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief, and laughed with relief.

"If it's a pot, I'm afraid that the younger brother won't have the opportunity to appreciate the masterpieces of the brothers, first a lamp, and when you all do your best, how about we get drunk again?" Duan Shaojun rubbed his flowery eyes and smiled bitterly.

"Cheng, two virtuous brothers, it's time for you to make a move, how about just letting Duan Xiandi give you an evaluation of one or two?" Brother Beast was overjoyed and said proudly.

Next, Zhao Hengmei, a martial artist who has been in Jiangnan for a long time, has been immersed in three points of literary brilliance, and after pouring three lamps of aging in a row, he twisted and pinched a gentle and long, disease-free moaning work. It made everyone laugh.

"Good!" Duan Shaojun spoke again, and everyone turned their eyes together, even Zhao Hengmei also wanted to hear Duan Shaojun's praise of his literary talent.

Duan Shaojun's good-looking starry eyes narrowed slightly, half on the desk and half red. "Brother Zhao is a veteran general on the battlefield, making such small words really makes people feel like a general in the snow and reading family letters at night."

"That's a wonderful review." Brother Beast's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he high-fived and shouted.

Hu Jingfei closed his eyes, shook his head and looked intoxicated, and he didn't know if it was for his buddy's lyrics or because of Duan Shaojun's comments.

"Zhao Gongzi is a martial artist who fights on the battlefield, but he doesn't want to, but he also has such a gentle and compassionate state of mind." After Su Su glanced at Duan Shaojun with a little surprise, he nodded in agreement.

Although this Duan Gongzi avoids the evaluation of the quality of the poems every time, he can evaluate it from the side just right, and it can even be said to be the icing on the cake.

After that, Hu Jingfei made a decent song, but there were no highlights and characteristics, but it still got unanimous praise from everyone. Compared with the inferior works of Ximen Dongliang and Zhao Hengmei, Hu Jingfei at least no longer affects everyone's ears and appreciation.

Duan Shaojun also praised Hu Jingfei's poems with great appreciation, which were chic, eclectic, and quite novel, so happy that Hu Jingfei's big mouth almost grinned to the back molars, and his gloomy eyes were also full of gratitude for seeing his confidant, and he had to work with Duan Shaojun three times in a row.

After drinking it like this, Duan Shaojun's eyes were already dazzled, and his eyes were drunk, if it weren't for the intimate support of the Yerong girl next to him, maybe Duan Shaojun would have been able to plant himself in the tea pot in front of him.

It's a pity that at this time, the beast brother didn't mean to let Duan Shaojun go at all. "It's your turn, brother."

"If you are drunk, how can you compose poetry?" Duan Shaojun wanted to stand up, but he was already weak and weak, and the Yerong girl who was holding Duan Shaojun couldn't help but hurry up, and shook her head with a wry smile. "Duan Gongzi is afraid that it will really not work,"

"It doesn't matter, with Duan Gongzi's talent, I guess when I am drunk, I will definitely be able to have a masterpiece." Su Suqiu's eyes fell on Duan Shaojun's body, and he said with a light smile. The blush on his face, paired with the graceful beard robe, adds a bit of bright color.

Hu Zhao and the others persuaded each other, and if you don't leave a job today, you just want to stand and go out from this Yixiang Pavilion.

"Cheng, I can compose a poem, and someone will bring pen and ink." Duan Shaojun snorted, narrowed his drunken eyes and smiled.

The voice fell for a while, and a woman hurriedly picked up the inkstone and took the pen to come, and when the ink in the inkstone was fragrant, she remembered that she had not taken the rice paper.

Duan Shaojun was already dizzy and sleepy, where could he wait. waved his hand: "I wonder which girl would like to lend me a ribbon?" ”

"If the son doesn't give up, how about writing it on the little girl's skirt?" Ye Rong, who had been supporting her, said with a smile.

"That's better, recorded in the beauty dress, but it's happier than putting down the pen and rice paper." Duan Shaojun laughed loudly, sat down cross-legged on the couch and lifted the pen, and splashed ink on the edge of the crimson skirt.

After the last stroke fell, Duan Shaojun casually threw away the pen, and after holding the wine cup and drinking it, he laughed loudly and got drunk at the desk.

Su Su, who personally made the inkstone, looked at the crimson skirt that swayed slightly in the wind, and her ruddy red lips trembled slightly.

The people around heard a clear voice and recited an impassioned poem: "

In May, the mountains are snowy, and there are no flowers but cold.

The flute smells the willows, and the spring has not been seen.

Xiao Zhan followed the golden drum and slept with the jade saddle.

I am willing to put the sword down my waist and cut Loulan ......"