Man Yue Lou is indeed a high-end and elegant restaurant, and the framed decorations are all made by famous artists.
Calligraphy, painting, embroidery, and furnishings are all top choices.
There are even geishas playing the guzheng and children reciting poems, creating a scholarly atmosphere everywhere.
Talented men, beautiful women and so on, this is what they like the most.
The boss behind Man Yue Lou is definitely a master, I would like to meet him if I have the chance.
Yan Qi saw two talented young men in front of the window, complimenting each other.
"Brother Wang, congratulations on passing the registration qualification. With your talent, entering the Lin Mansion is like searching for something."
"Brother Sun, haven't you also passed the registration qualification? We are all happy together. Brother Sun, your poetry skills are profound, a hundred times better than mine. You will definitely be favored by Miss Lin."
Yan Qi found it funny to hear these two people complimenting each other here.
"Let's start with these two people."
Yan Qi sat at a table next to him and did not rush in. He wanted to find a suitable opportunity to take action.
Leng Youxue on the side felt embarrassed and filled with hatred when she saw Yan Qi.
"This guy is ruining my reputation. He is nothing."
However, the backstage of Man Yue Building is huge. Although she is from the sixth door, she does not dare to make trouble here.
Otherwise, Yan Qi would have been beaten to a pulp by her.
Yan Qi, however, had no intention of being beaten, and winked at Leng Youxue from a distance. To outsiders, the two looked like a flirting young couple.
The two talented men complimented each other, and the talented man Wang got drunk and suggested: "Good wine goes with good poetry. Now that we have good wine, how can we not have poetry to complement it?"
"What Brother Wang said is true. You and I have been studying for twelve years, why not take this opportunity to show off your talents?"
"Very good, very good. Then please ask Brother Sun to come up with the question first, and I will do the couplets."
Yan Qi had never seen this tune before and found it strange.
There were no entertainment items in ancient times, but poetry was considered entertainment.
"Hey, let me see if these two talented people are really talented and learned. They have studied hard for twelve years. They must be very talented in literature."
Leng Youxue couldn't beat Yan Qi. She was bored and knew poetry, so she began to listen attentively.
Mr. Sun stood up, frowned and looked out the window, his expression solemn and his words astonishing, very much like a master.
He pointed to a willow tree outside the window and blurted out: "A tree to the east."
day!
What is this poem called?
Yan Qi almost couldn't hold back her laughter. Was the opening poem too naive? After twelve years of painstaking study, this is the level? Could it be that it was read into other people's stomachs?
"Giggle..." Leng Youxue couldn't hold it back and giggled.
Her smile captivated the city, and then the country was captivated by her smile. Her petite body trembled slightly, and her curves were charming, just like a blooming peony. She was extremely beautiful, sweet and waxy. She was completely different from the cold temperament just now. All the literati in the room were attracted by it. She attracted.
Yan Qi was also touched by Leng Youxue's charming smile, and her heart skipped a beat.
Leng Youxue was swept over by countless pairs of greedy eyes. Her charming face flushed for a while. She quickly straightened her face and regained her proud Leng Xue temperament. She waved the sharp sword in her hand lightly, and the cold light suddenly appeared, releasing Showing endless murderous intent.
Everyone was startled and did not dare to look at her again. They paid attention to the poem exchange between Sun Gongzi and Wang Gongzi again.
Mr. Sun said: "There is a tree in the east. Brother Wang, it's your turn to write the poem."
Prince Wang held it in for a long time, scratching his head and ears. After all, he couldn't figure it out. Suddenly inspiration struck him. He slapped the table and said loudly: "There is a tree to the west."
Yan Qi was very surprised: There is a tree in the east and a tree in the west. Is this called poetry? Not even a limerick, right?
Prince Wang leisurely urged Mr. Sun: "Brother Sun, it's your turn."
Mr. Sun held it in for a long time, but he really couldn't bear it, so he muttered out a sentence: "There is a tree in the south."
Prince Wang seemed to be well prepared this time, and immediately said to him: "There is a tree to the north."
day!
Yan Qi was stunned: there was a tree to the east, a tree to the west; a tree to the south, and a tree to the north.
There are four big trees in one poem, which is really weird.
Can this also be called poetry? If these are all poems, I will write hundreds of them every minute.
Leng Youxue also shook her head slightly: This is how talented people are fooled.
However, Prince Wang was very proud and waved to Mr. Sun proudly: "Brother Sun, now it's your turn to compare the poems."
Mr. Sun was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, spinning around in circles, but he didn't know how to proceed. We have already talked about the four big trees in the east, west, south and north. How can we say 'one big tree in the sky'?
Not to mention Mr. Sun's inability to forgive, even Leng Youxue frowned frequently.
Although she is a catcher, she is proficient in writing and calls herself a talented woman. However, after thinking about it, it is even more difficult to match these four big numbers, and she has no clue.
The difficulty is that the first four sentences make no sense at all. The following poem must be able to connect the four big trees in front and extend the artistic conception of the poem. However, her talent is not enough to achieve this.
When Yan Qi saw this scene, he immediately stood up, and the time to take action finally came.
Mr. Wang was very proud that he had stumped Mr. Sun. He then asked Mr. Sun: "Brother Sun is so talented that he can't catch up, right? Mr. Sun, don't hide your clumsiness. If you have any wonderful poems, why don't you recite them for me?" Increase your knowledge."
"This..." Mr. Sun's face was as red as a monkey's butt, his mind was in a jumble, and he couldn't find any inspiration.
Yan Qi gently shook the folding fan and said loudly: "There is a tree in the east, a tree in the west, a tree in the south, and a tree in the north. Even if there are thousands of green silk threads, how can they be enough for travelers to live in?"
The last two sentences, "Even if there are tens of thousands of green silk threads, how can they be used by pedestrians to live in them?" As soon as he said this, Prince Wang and Master Sun suddenly turned back to look at Yan Qi, then looked at each other, looking at each other in shock.
Yan Qi waved her fan proudly: Not bad, not bad, this is the effect we want.
Leng Youxue thought that the four big trees that made no sense had died in infancy, but she never thought that Yan Qi, a big ruffian, could turn decay into magic and connect these four big trees with such artistic conception.
In the end, even if there are tens of thousands of green silk threads, how can they be used by pedestrians to live in them? 'In contrast, the four big trees in the front, east, west, north and south are not just bullshit, but have become the foreshadowing of elegance and vulgarity.
How awesome!
Leng Youxue's beautiful eyes opened wide, looking at Yan Qi's handsome back, she clenched her teeth, and whispered bitterly: The gangster is not scary, but he is afraid that the gangster is educated. This Yan Qi is really difficult to deal with. I have to be careful.
Yan Qi vaguely heard Leng Youxue's words and couldn't help but smile bitterly.
He originally thought of using these two poems to get rid of the image of a gangster in Leng Youxue's eyes, but he never thought that he was still a gangster, but an educated gangster.
This little girl is really stubborn as hell.
