Laughter is contagious.
There was constant laughter in Qunyu Courtyard, and Fang Zhengyi felt particularly happy while taking advantage of the wine.
Turning around, he suddenly saw Xie Xian and the others holding wine glasses towards him with serious faces, and couldn't help but chuckle.
These grandsons! Not drunk enough?
"Come here! Bring me some wine. I want some wine!"
"Quick! Get the young master some wine!"
Yuniang is already overjoyed! This group of guests have been well served today! Qun Yuyuan’s business must be packed every day these days!
Maybe we should hire a few cross talkers to perform in brothels... Hey, it feels good!
The only bad thing is that he offended Mr. Lu. The Lu family is quite famous in Yuding City and is not easy to offend. He has to be comforted afterwards.
Lu Xiuwen was still struggling left and right, and his friends and people were pulling him back and trying to persuade him.
After struggling for a long time to no avail, Lu Xiuwen flicked his sleeves bitterly and stared at Fang Zhengyi with red eyes.
The friend advised: "Forget it, Mr. Lu, we can't prove that he is a fake! Just treat it as a small loss today and get it back another day!"
The people on the side looked over and said with a smile: "Hey! Didn't you say that he is a book boy? It is said outside that the drunkard is a romantic and talented man. Since he is a book boy, wouldn't it be revealed if he is asked to write a poem?"
Lu Xiuwen's eyes lit up, yes! Then since he is a scholar, his education is definitely not that high, and a poem can make him stand out!
"Fang Tangjing! How dare you..."
"Who are you calling Fang Tang Jing? I don't know the person you are talking about at all... Mr. Lu, I'm afraid you drank too much and admitted the wrong person. You have made things difficult for me again and again. What on earth is it? What do you mean?" Interrupting Lu Xiuwen's words, Fang Zheng took a drink from the wine jar and looked at Lu Xiuwen with drunken eyes, full of disdain.
The crowd's attention quickly shifted to Lu Xiuwen.
He was suppressed from the moment he spoke. Lu Xiuwen said angrily: "Stop talking about this! Okay, you have to say that you are a drunkard. It is said that drunkards are romantic talents. Everyone is here today. If you If you compose a good poem, then I have nothing to say!”
Fang Zhengyi looked at Lu Xiuwen with a half-smile.
Composing poems, right? I can memorize a few poems! You've hit the target this time. If I weren't here to show off today...
"Since you are composing a poem, people like you who dare to go on stage to deceive openly may have been prepared! Since you are in Qunyu Courtyard today, why don't you compose a poem with the word "Qunyu" as the title!" Lu Xiuwen added
"...."
Three black lines slowly dropped from Fang Zhengyi's forehead.
Grass? Why is this happening again! ! I have to go to a lot of trouble to copy some poems?
That’s not how it’s played in web dramas!
"Who do you think you are? I will do whatever you ask me to do. Could it be that you asked me to dance..." Fang Zhengyi quickly quibbled in an attempt to get through.
"Make a song! Make a song! Make a song!!" The crowd cheered anxiously.
"Young Master Drunken Master, I think Master Lu is right! If you write the poem today, and he dares to embarrass you again, we will be the first to refuse!"
"Yes! I won't agree!!"
"Hurry up! Hurry up and serve the master with pen and ink!"
Fang Zheng stood on the stage in a daze and couldn't help but look to the outside for help.
Xie Xian shook his head.
Fang Zhengyi was afraid that his memory would fade away, so he asked him to copy many poems. Each sentence was a masterpiece, but most of them were incomplete, and a complete one would not be suitable for this occasion.
This time...there's really nothing I can do.
"Bring me a chair!" Fang Zheng said to the waiter in the audience.
The chair was brought to him, and Fang Zheng sat on it at first, closing his eyes and concentrating, thinking about it.
Qunyu... Qunyu...sounds familiar. If I were in high school, I would have figured it out!
Why the hell can’t you just think about going to college? There is no need to talk about the use of eggs, but the level of knowledge has completely degraded!
Chu Youyi clenched the corners of her clothes with both hands and looked at Fang Zhengyi nervously, feeling worried in her heart.
Can he do it? It should work... Isn't it great that I composed a sentence before?
Qun Yuyuan fell into silence, and everyone looked at Fang Zhengyi with expectation in their eyes.
Maybe there will be a new and unique pornographic poem coming out soon, it will be exciting!
Seeing Fang Zheng sitting on the stage with his eyes closed and frowning, Lu Xiuwen couldn't help but sarcastically said: "If you can't do it, just admit it! What's fake will always be fake..."
"Stop talking! He's thinking!!" Lu Xiuwen was immediately interrupted because he couldn't stand the guest.
Veins appeared on Fang Zheng's forehead.
think? What the hell! I just want to... think about it now?
...
A flash of light flashed!
Fang Zhengyi's expression suddenly froze, and soon the corners of his mouth slowly raised.
"Here comes someone! I will serve you with pen and ink!" Fang Zheng said loudly as soon as he opened his eyes.
The audience in the audience secretly smacked their lips, thinking about it so quickly? The alcoholic master really has something!
Jade Lady is ecstatic! !
The wine demon wrote a poem, and it was still about Qunyu! Isn’t this a golden sign?
When the pen and ink came to the stage, Fang Zheng pointed at Xie Xian and said, "I said, you write. I drank too much and couldn't hold the pen steady."
Is that a matter of not being able to hold the pen steady?
Xie Xian muttered a few words and quickly stepped onto the stage, approaching Fang Zhengyi: "Master, are you sure? He's not disabled, right?"
"Oh, it must be all! Master, I won't say it out easily. What I say will be a masterpiece of poetry! But remember it, I might forget it one day."
After that, Fang Zheng untied his turban, smoothed his hair, and staggered around the stage again with the wine jar, looking bohemian.
Tonight, as Li Bai is, so am I!
Under everyone's expectant gazes, Fang Zhengyi slowly spoke.
"Clouds think of clothes, flowers think of faces,
The spring breeze blows on the threshold and the dew is strong.
If I hadn't seen you at the top of Qunyu Mountain,
We will meet at Yaotai under the moon. "
While walking and reading, Fangzheng's hair was disheveled. After drinking, his words were a little more vague, but he showed a different kind of chicness.
Finally, after reading step by step, Fang Zheng smiled foolishly under the surprised eyes of everyone.
Just now, I wasn't thinking of the Chinese textbook, but I was thinking of the Legend of the Demon Cat.
That was the scene in the movie that left a deep impression on him, and his temperament almost resembled him!
Today the lie came true again...
After reading the poem, the whole audience was silent. Some people lowered their heads in deep thought, some looked shocked, and some felt as if they had found a treasure, and their ecstasy was beyond words.
Lu Xiuwen's face was pale and he stood there at a loss. Unexpectedly, Fang Tangjing had really done it. He was not an ordinary person...
Next to her, Chu Youyi looked at Fang Zhengyi in trance, with an inexplicable emotion in her heart.
How could he act so relaxed and carefree in such a scene?
That's great... He did such a good job. Why would he condescend to be a servant of the Chu family if he had such literary talent?
After a long silence, Qunyu Courtyard suddenly burst into huge applause and cheers!
In an instant, the roof of the entire Qunyu Courtyard was almost torn off!
Not only is the alcoholic master a wonderful prostitute, but his poetry is also so amazing and brilliant!
It was worth it even if I didn’t see a woman today! !
Although the poem was copied, the applause is my own! Fang Zhengyi couldn't help but feel a little carried away. He picked up the wine jar and took a proud sip.
"Great God, with great literary talent and unparalleled poetic talent!! One more song! One more song!!"
I don't know who started the song again, and everyone in the room shouted an encore.
Stimulated by alcohol and the room full of howling wolves, Fang Zhengyi was also in high spirits, laughed twice, and said drunkenly: "Okay!"
"Thank you for your compliments! Then I will compose another song today!!"
It’s over! The master drank too much! Xie Xian looked shocked and quickly stepped forward to stop him.
However, Fangzheng didn't even think about it, he already read it loudly while holding the wine jar.
"The cicadas are miserable, and I feel sorry for the Changting Pavilion..."
