The tip of the head is as white as silver,

There is no half-cent. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Eyes grow on the buttocks,

Only recognize clothes, not people.

Fu Qiangrose, who was fiddling with the chess pieces, couldn't help but be stunned, and after thinking about it carefully, it was really vivid, especially the last sentence "The eyes are on the buttocks, and I only recognize the clothes and not the people" is even more descriptive. Her eyes couldn't help but show a look of emotion, and a smile rose at the corner of her mouth.

However, she felt a little sad for Li Chengze in her heart.

As soon as this poem came out, Li Chengze was nailed to the pillar of shame.

Whenever someone reads it, his name will inevitably be mentioned along with the poem.

With the increase in the influence of poetry, even the nobles of Beijun or Shendu will hear about it sooner or later.

It will have a great impact on his prestige and career.

。。。

Situ Xing was like a transparent person, leaning on the Taishi chair obliquely, looking at the sky with gloomy eyes, and the huge airship stopped above.

The long soft ladder hung down like a long snake, and several sturdy samurai climbed cautiously upwards with baskets on their backs and hunched over.

"Situ Gongzi, although the airships in the outer regions are fast, they don't carry too many items, so every time they dock, they will replenish fresh water and food. ”

A big businessman explained with some flattery.

Situ Xing didn't answer, and gave a noncommittal gratitude.

The man felt bored, smiled a little awkwardly, and bowed his head and walked away.

Situ Xing's palm was placed in the sleeve of his robe, and a raft of poems was placed. Written on it is the little poem that looks like oil just now.

This poem is not a war poem, it cannot be turned into a sword, nor can it be turned into a glacial iron horse.

But after the baptism of culture, there is a very rare function, that is, changing shapes and shadows, transferring flowers and trees, which can make the other party confused by their clothes.

"The eyes are on the buttocks, and they only recognize clothes and not people. ”

It should be this poem that gives it this ability.

Critical moments can save lives.

Therefore, Situ folded the poetry raft very carefully and put it in his sleeve in case of emergency.

Tea houses, restaurants, stations, and docks have always been the most well-informed places.

The old shopkeeper of Yan Guilou was usually pulling the abacus behind the counter, and there was a record of the account book.

Xiao Er was busy before and after, smiling and ushering in the send-off, raising his voice from time to time.

Three or five people either gathered together, or scattered on the left and right, trying to be quiet and drinking by themselves.

"Have you heard?"

A somewhat wealthy businessman took a sip of tea, moistened his throat, and said a little ostentatiously.

"What did you hear?"

Everyone else subconsciously put down the bamboo chopsticks in their hands and asked with some curiosity.

"Situ Gongzi's piece of jade. ”

Seeing that everyone's eyes were focused on him, he said slowly and proudly:

"Shot!"

"It's a rarity. ”

"Boss Ma, you are also a person who travels from south to north. Nature understands that if you sell, you will naturally buy it. ”

The others couldn't help but sneer, and said with a strange face.

"It's not uncommon to sell jade, but Situ Gongzi's broken jade was sold for a hundred taels of gold!"

The person known as Boss Ma had long expected that others would ask such a question, so he said slowly:

"That's a rarity. ”

"How is this possible?"

"Impossible!"

"Boss Ma, you haven't drunk yet, why did you start talking nonsense... ”

There was a look of surprise in everyone's eyes, and they exchanged glances, and they all shook their heads in disbelief.

You must know that the piece of jade that Situ was sentenced to, even if it was complete, was only worth ten taels of gold.

In order to compete with Li Chengze, Situ Xing personally planned the jade, which greatly reduced both the beauty and the value.

How could such a jade be sold for a high price of a hundred taels of gold.

In their minds, this is a fantasy.

"That piece of jade was traded here at the time. ”

"Could it be that all the bosses have lost their eyes and been picked up by Situ Gongzi?"

One of the merchants took a sip of wine and said with an unconvinced expression.

"Don't say it, I was really picked up by Situ Gongzi for a big leak. ”

"Everyone knows the Wang Yujiang in the west of the city, if you want to say that the craftsmanship is a must in our Zhibei County. ”

"Situ Gongzi's butler, Jin Wansan, came to him with jade and asked him to repair it. After the appraisal of Wang Yujiang, that piece of jade was a rare blood jade. ”

"If there is no blemish, it will be worth at least two hundred taels of gold. ”

After the jade craftsman repaired by skill, the piece of jade was bought by a large family in the city. ”

"Do you know who the big man in the city is?"

Boss Ma saw that everyone was attracted by his story, and some people craned their necks, with a curious face, and deliberately sold a pass.

"Good old horse, sell at a critical moment. ”

"The shopkeeper, cut him a plate of cooked beef, put on a jar of good water and wine, and count it into my account. ”

A merchant looked at the old horse selling the guanzi, and tapped his finger a few times with a funny smile, and then said with a smile.

"Okay!"

Without the instructions of the shopkeeper, Xiao Er began to get busy.

Beef in soy sauce with moderate fat and lean cuts, and sake-scented sake, are all placed on the table. The merchant, known as Lao Ma, had a covetous look on his face.

Then he said loudly:

"It's the Dou family in the north of the city, and the old man of the Dou family loves jade like his life, so he got a nickname called Jade Idiot. ”

"Only this old man would be willing to spend such a large price to buy this piece of jade. ”

"That piece of jade was really sold for a hundred taels of gold. ”

The others looked a little stunned and said in disbelief.

"That's still fake, the Dou family in the north of the city. You are not unaware ... ”

The merchant, known as Lao Ma, took a sip of wine, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and said with a fluttering look in his eyes.

"The Dou family in the north of the city, that is a jade family for generations, they are not the richest in our Zhibei County, but if you want to say that they are proficient in jade, the Dou family says second, and absolutely no one dares to say first. ”

The others looked stunned and said in disbelief:

"In this way, Situ Gongzi really picked up a big leak. ”

"It's a pity, such a good jade, but there are defects. If it hadn't been broken, the price of this piece of jade would have been even higher. ”

A businessman's eyes showed a misty color, and he said with some envy.

"If Situ Gongzi hadn't smashed this piece of jade at that time, would he have gotten it?"

A young man next to him shook the folding fan, felt the slight breeze, sneered, and said with some disdain.

Everyone couldn't help but be stunned, and their eyes were gloomy.

After a while, someone sighed and said with some emotion:

"The back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves. ”

"Those of us who are more than half of the years old have not seen it thoroughly in later generations. ”

。。。

The Li Mansion in the north of the city is the private residence of the lord of the book, with a tall gatehouse, a closed vermilion lacquer gate, and two soldiers wearing armor standing guard on both sides of the gate, all showing the identity of the head of the family.

Li Chengze's face was pale, lying on the bed with a drunken body, his eyes were empty, and his pupils were unfocused, as if he was a soulless walking corpse.

If it weren't for the slight fluctuation in the chest.

I'm afraid that the little maid who is serving around will already invite Lang Zhong to come over.

There were a lot of empty wine jugs next to the bed, and there were wine jars that were upside down on the ground, and some wine jars were shattered, and the wine was spilled all over the ground, which was an indescribable mess.

Mrs. Principal looked as if she had just been seriously ill, without a trace of young people's vitality in her body, and Li Chengze, who was full of twilight and despair, couldn't help but feel like a knife in her heart.

Punish people and hearts!

A limerick poem by Situ did not crush Li Chengze's body, but it killed his soul.

Wipe out his pride, his ambition, his future.

The current Li Chengze is a living walking corpse, where is there still a trace of the demeanor of the first yaman in North County?

"Cheer up, son. ”

"You have to believe your father, he is the master of Zhibei County, although his official position is not high, but he is also guarding the frontier for the Son of Heaven, and his rights are far from being comparable to the general master book in the interior. ”

Li Chengze turned his head in annoyance, looked at Mrs. Zhushu, whose eyes were already a little red, couldn't help but smile miserably, and muttered in some despair:

"Yunfeng is full of spring sunshine, and the silver hook of the calendar is born.

Self-hatred covers up the verses, and raises his head to envy the middle of the list. ”

A trace of literary spirit rises, one inch, two inches, three inches!

Li Chengze's heart was like ashes, full of despair for the future, and he secretly agreed with his mood and wrote a rare masterpiece.

If it is a normal day, Li Chengze will definitely be ecstatic, and the three-inch literary poetry is already very rare. With time, it will definitely become a four-inch masterpiece out of the county.

"No, no... ”

"You're still young, and you still have a long way to go. ”

"You still have your father, you still have a master studying politics, they will support you. ”

"It's really not good, I'll take you to apologize to Situ Xing, you are all Fu Xuezheng's disciples, and you are suitable for the same family, as long as you talk to him well, he will definitely not kill them all." ”

Mrs. Bookkeeper looked at Li Chengze, who had empty eyes and no focus, like a walking corpse, and couldn't help but feel very sad.

"It's useless... ”

Li Chengze's face turned pale and his eyes were a little bright, but he quickly fell silent again, and smiled a little self-deprecatingly.

"The last time I went to the Poetry Club, Mr. Fu's matter made Mr. Fu lose face, and he already had a problem with me in his heart. ”

"This time, for the sake of the battle of will, I took the initiative to make it difficult for Si to be sentenced, killed each other, and let others see the jokes. ”

The dissatisfaction in Mr. Fu's heart must be deeper. ”

"And even if Mr. Fu comes forward, what's the use? A small poem by Situ Xing, borrowing things and words, is spicy and tricky. ”

"Now Zhibei County, no one knows it, no one knows it. ”

"My son's reputation has been tarnished, even if he participates in the imperial examination, how far can he go... ”

Mrs. Chef is naturally not an ignorant village woman, looking at the loss of weight, her mind is depressed, and Li Chengze, who used to judge the two of them, is sad from her heart, and a few tears are falling.

Punish people and hearts!

From a spiritual level, it is the terrible thing about literati to make their opponents completely collapse and lose faith.