An Qing pointed at the beautiful student and said with a headache: "These students have been begging me to ask you for some poetry. They are pestering me, and I am so upset that my head is getting big. If so, Seventh Brother is willing If you meet their demands and take away Qing'er's worries, you might be a lot happier."
Yan Qi understood.
Isn’t it just poetry?
The female students gathered around in groups, chattering.
"Brother Qi, it's rare that you have some free time today, so just satisfy me."
Yan Qi sweated profusely.
What do you mean I satisfy you?
It's like I'm going to push you down on the bed and torture you.
This little girl is so bold. Do you have to tease me so directly in front of An Qing?
Another little girl was also coy, pulling Yan Qi's sleeve and shaking it: "Yes, Brother Qi has fulfilled our innocent girl's heart, okay?"
Yan Qi Khan: The heart of an innocent girl? You're such a piece of shit, you've already done it.
"Brother Qi, I've waited until the flowers withered."
Yan Qi smiled evilly: Has the chrysanthemum withered?
A group of young girls Yingying Yanyan surrounded Yan Qi, making puns and even touching and tugging at Yan Qi.
Being surrounded by 'tigers and wolves', Yan Qi couldn't resist, so she could only nod her head: "If nothing happens, I will go crazy with you."
"Hehe, that's great."
A group of young girls jumped up and down with joy.
Yan Qi didn't expect that he would be so popular.
Poetry is not Yan Qi's hobby. Firstly, he likes to make money, and secondly, he likes beautiful women.
In his eyes, the poems were a bit sour and he really didn't like them.
Except for one kind of poetry - erotic poetry, this thing is definitely his favorite.
Although he was not interested in poetry, in order to make An Qing happy, he asked her to be the dean. Seventh Brother took over the hard work.
Yan Qi said to a group of young girls: "You beauties, how do you want to play? No matter how you play, Brother Qi will cooperate with you. How about you listen to me tell you a few jokes, or tell you about the romantic affairs of the poet?" Or tell me a story about picking up ashes? Picking out ashes is the ambiguity between the father-in-law and his daughter-in-law..."
"Brother Qi, no!"
A female student named Caimeng interrupted Yan Qi's words.
Caimeng has a sweet appearance, just like An Qing. She has a bold temperament, is generous and informal, and is deeply liked by An Qing. When talking to Yan Qi on weekdays, she also boldly says some frivolous words.
Even when Yan Qi told dirty jokes, she blushed, but she still wanted to listen.
Yan Qi asked: "If you don't tell dirty jokes, then what will you tell?"
Caimeng said: "Didn't we agree that we would recite poems?"
Yan Qi nodded: "Okay, what are the rules?"
Caimeng said: "The sisters have already discussed it."
Yan Qidao: "Tell me and listen."
Those young girls all looked at Caimeng, their cheeks flushed, a little shy, but also a little expectant, and their beautiful eyes were shy and charming.
Yan Qi was a little confused: "Why didn't you tell me?"
Caimeng blushed and felt shy for a while. Finally, she winked at An Qing and said, "Master, I can't say, so you have to say it."
An Qing thought for a while and then said thoughtfully: "Brother Qi, what are the characteristics of a poet?"
Yan Qi didn't even think about it and responded: "Two words: sexy, four words: extremely sexy."
An Qing's red lips were raised, and she looked elegant due to the drunkenness. She stared at Yan Qi with her beautiful eyes. She opened her red lips lightly and exhaled the fragrance: "The theme of these little girls' poems is to center on coquettishness and heart. They obviously want to play this game, but they are so thin-skinned that they are embarrassed to say it, but they want me to invite you to recite poetry, which is ridiculous when you think about it."
Listening to what An Qing said, a group of beauties looked like mimosa, with shy cheeks and as red as a cloud. Fortunately, their drunkenness could hide their panicked hearts.
I go!
This is not poetry, it is clearly obscene poetry.
A group of young girls who are just starting to fall in love are quite courageous. How can they be so shy when they are so promiscuous?
Yan Qi found it funny.
Paralyzed, I'm really not good at writing serious poems. When it comes to voluptuousness, Brother Qi is the most slutty. When it comes to obscene poetry, Brother Qi, I am thirty-two k pure obscenity.
Yan Qi is a bitch, and when he heard that he was going to play with fire, he felt vaguely excited.
Some of the young girls covered their faces, some bowed their heads and buttoned their clothes, some pretended to drink to hide their embarrassment, and a few girls suddenly looked at Yan Qi boldly with their beautiful eyes flashing.
Yan Qi pretended to be in deep thought, holding it in for a long time, whetting the girl's appetite, and then reluctantly nodded under the eyes of everyone: "Young girls, who is not good at cherishing spring? Well, today, let's learn those romantic words. Man, let’s have some romantic style.”
"But let's make an agreement first, let's have fun and make trouble, but don't blush or get angry. I have no bottom line when it comes to debauchery, so be careful."
"Yeah, that's great."
Caimeng suddenly jumped up: "Sisters, what am I talking about? Brother Qi is not that kind of old-fashioned person. How about it? Did I guess it right?"
The young girl was chirping, extremely shy, but there was excitement between her brows.
An Qing's cheeks flushed: "I'll tell you the rules. Take turns to recite poems, and the person in front of you will write the title. If you can't compose a sexy poem, you'll have to punish yourself with a drink. How about that?"
All the young girls nodded.
An Qing said: "Colorful Dream, let's start with you. You are the first one and you can make your own proposition."
Caimeng had a bold temperament and was the first to recite poems. She was very excited.
She blushed and said, "I'll take Cardamom and Flowers as the theme."
Yan Qi shouted loudly: "Applause and welcome."
Caimeng held it in for a long time and then chanted: "The cardamom flowers bloomed on March 3rd, and a bug burrowed inside. It spent half a day without a clue, then climbed up the flower stamens and played on the swing."
I go!
This poem is really quite sexy.
Insects burrowing into flowers? So exposed.
A group of young girls are shy and charming.
"Cai Meng, I didn't expect you to be so filthy. It's so embarrassing."
"Really, you also want that insect to get into your flower, right? Hehe!"
…
Caimeng's face was red, her eyebrows were full of spring, and she looked at Yan Qi: "Brother Qi, what do you think of my poem?"
What could Yan Qi say? He stretched out his thumb and said: "Simple and rude, pass the test!"
Caimeng looked at An Qing again.
An Qing blushed and analyzed: "Poetry pays attention to coquettishness and emotion. This poem is coquettish enough, but the word "love" is not obvious and too explicit. In terms of style, it can only be regarded as average, but it is still passable, so there is no need. You're fined. Come on, next one."
Caimeng raised her hand: "I'll come up with the topic, and the topic is stream. Liu Pan, it's your turn."
Liu Pan was also a talented woman. After holding it for a long time, there was no suitable one. After being urged by everyone, she had no choice but to bite the bullet and chant: "There is a ditch three feet above the ground. The water flows all year round. There is no old cow coming to take a bath. Only See the monk to wash your hair."
After chanting, Liu Pan turned red and covered his face, not daring to let go.
Yan Qi was completely dumbfounded.
This is not called poetry at all, it is simply too yellow, shit yellow, shit yellow.
"Bah, bah, bah, Liu Pan, you are so dirty. How can you be so naked?"
"It can't be counted. This is not called coquettish, it is called pornographic. There is no emotion at all. It's like describing an animal."
"Drink, you punish yourself."
Liu Pan also knew that his poem was too pornographic and too crude. He covered his eyes, drank a glass of wine as punishment, and shook his waist: "Okay, okay, I punish myself. Come on, next."
The next talented woman hesitated and did not chant, so she punished herself with a drink.
In a flash, five or six people were punished in succession.
Finally, it was An Qing's turn.
Caimeng suddenly flashed her beautiful eyes and looked at An Qing: "Teacher, it's up to you."
Yan Qi also looked at An Qing with cunning eyes.
