Suddenly, Han You became the most handsome guy on the flower boat, and all eyes were on him.
Chen Yuan's face was gloomy: "You want to write a poem?"
"nonsense."
Han You rolled up his sleeves, clenched his fists and walked onto the wooden platform. His posture didn't look like he was going to compose a poem, but like he was about to commit a crime.
"Since it's a poetry contest to win the first prize, you can leave poems on the flower boat. Why don't I compose dozens of poems?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the whole hall burst into laughter. Chen Yuan's laugh was the most exaggerated.
"Don't think that just because you wear a Confucian robe, you really become a scholar. You look like a businessman. You boarded the flower boat with no money, and you have to rely on me to give you some charity."
Chen Yu'an had a look of arrogance on his face and waved his hand impatiently: "Get out of here, don't get in my eyes."
Han You didn't even look at him, but turned to look at Yanliu who was instructing Mr. Turtle to drive people away: "Old Madam, I want to ask you, if you win Shikui, should you give Chu Hongyu."
When I heard the words "Old Madam", my eyebrows stood up. This is like a special practitioner. When you come up, you will call others a chicken, no matter who you are, you will be happy, even if you are called a lady, a peripheral, or the whole country. But flying little angels are okay, too disrespectful.
"Who are you calling the Madam?"
Yanliu pointed at Han You's nose and scolded: "If you can, call me again, I will order you to be kicked out, believe it or not!"
"Oh, I'm sorry." Han You sneered: "Chicken Tou, if I compose a poem and win the first prize, can I give it to the first red jade?"
"What does the chicken head mean?"
"I'm just asking you, if you win Kuei, should you give it to Chu Hongyu?"
Yanliu snorted: "I don't know how to be a scholar. If you can write poetry, I will drink up all the water from the Liuhe River."
The first red jade that Han You mentioned has a meaning.
If you become the leader, you can get this ruby. Then take this ruby to Yun Xi's boudoir. You can only enter the house after handing over the ruby. It is like an unlock code. It is quite ritualistic. In fact, it is just taking off your pants. Farting is unnecessary.
Chen Yu'an also scolded you: "You don't know what's good and what's good. If you dare to bark again, don't blame me for being rude."
Han You's mentality was quite strong. He was here to make money, so he was too lazy to look down on these two people. He turned his head towards Yun Xi, who was wearing a veil, and cupped his hands.
"Miss Yunxi, I have made a fool of myself. I must get your first ruby."
Before anyone could make things difficult for him, Han You shook his head and spoke: "The silver bottle is broken, water slurry bursts out, the cavalry stands out with swords and guns, the flower path is not swept by visitors, and now the gate is opened for you."
After chanting, the whole hall was completely silent.
Chen Yu'an opened his mouth wide: "This...is this an obscene poem?"
"Removed the word "Ba"." Han You laughed loudly and looked at Yun Xi: "How about the top girl's evaluation? Is it better or worse than Mr. Chen, that young man who is a guest in the book?"
The face of the number one Yun Xi, who was still a little pale, turned red, feeling ashamed and angry.
"What a poem!" I saw a middle-aged man in a businessman's attire in the corner with a slightly thin figure. He slapped his legs repeatedly and said with a loud laugh: "This poem is so damn suitable for the occasion. Okay, what a poem."
Although this middle-aged man was dressed as a businessman and did not wear any expensive ornaments. He was leaning against a pillar and could not sit down, but his eyes were extremely deep and his gestures carried an aura that was rare for ordinary people.
Chen Yu'an was so angry: "Your obscene poems are simply insulting to gentlemen. How can they be compared with my young book reader? They are filthy and inferior!"
"Then I'll change it."
Han You blinked at Yun Xi who blushed in embarrassment: "The fairies are both beautiful and fleshy, and their hearts are drunk together with the green yin. The deep love begins in the Taoyuan meeting, the willow leaves are graced by the beautiful eyebrows, the springs in the cave are square, and the butterflies fall in love among the flowers. A ball of spring, it is so clear that it is difficult for you and me to tell the difference, God-given and human beings match each other."
The surroundings fell into silence again, both those who were silent and those who were not silent were silent.
"How is it?" Han You looked at Yun Xi with a playful smile: "This song is... no, is this song good?"
"You..." Yun Xi's chest rose and fell in anger, and she bit her lips tightly, which was even more endearing.
"Isn't this good enough?" Han You shrugged: "We are fighting against each other's gums, the two bodies are working together secretly, cauliflowers are playing with butterflies and sucking the flower marrow, honey-loving bees are hiding in their honey nests, pink sweat is dry and wet in the body , I went to the servant girl and got up on the pillow, but I still made it. This is the reason why I am so happy, and I am unique in the romantic field."
As soon as this poem was spoken, many people's expressions changed, and they looked at Han You with great confusion.
Chen Yuan grinned and couldn't say a word.
If you want to say this is poetry, it’s a colorless one.
But this is not poetry. It uses rhyme, rhythm, and antitheses, just as the merchant said, to suit the occasion!
"Wonderful!" It was the middle-aged man who was alone in the corner. He slapped the table, raised his glass and shook it at Han You: "Wonderful, absolutely despicable, despicable to the core, good, good poem, let's have a drink!"
Han You was confused. He couldn't quite understand whether this guy was praising himself or scolding himself.
Looking at Chen Yu'an again, he yelled anxiously: "You are such a slut, you actually uttered three obscene poems, you have no shame, what kind of place do you think this is, how dare you..."
"The flower boat." Han You looked confused: "The sleeping girl's flower boat, otherwise, where can I read the Four Books and Five Classics?"
"You...you are disgraceful!"
"It's not disgraceful to you. A scholar is on a flower boat, pretending to be a big clove of garlic."
Han You's face was filled with disdain: "I'm just asking you if I can do better than you."
"This is an obscene poem!"
"I'm just asking you if it's poetry."
Chen Yu'an was speechless. There was really no way to say that these poems were better than his own. After all, there were many classmates under the stage. If he said that his poems were good without conscience, he would be secretly laughed at by others.
On the contrary, the old bustard Yanliu looked at Han You with admiration and thought to himself that if these three poems were left on the red list, it would be too urgent...it would be too appropriate for the occasion.
Chen Yu'an took a deep breath, finally looked at Han You, pondered for a moment, and said loudly: "Okay, then I will improvise another song to open the eyes of this slut like you, beauty..."
"Your mother is beautiful."
Han You interrupted directly: "The beautiful lady is leisurely, picking mulberries on the crossroads, soft branches are falling, the leaves are falling gracefully, the sleeves are bare, and the wrists are as bright as gold rings."
Chen Yuan took three steps back, shocked and angry.
"Brother Yu'an, let me help you!"
The accompanying Imperial College student flicked his folding fan, stood up, nodded slightly to Yun Xi, and said loudly: "Xiang curtain..."
"You smell so good." Han You interrupted again: "The fragrant curtains are blown by the wind and the flowers enter the building. The high-pitched zither plays to soothe the sorrow of the night. The heart is broken and the mountain is unexplained. The waning moon hangs under the curtain hook."
With a "plop", the prison guard who forced himself to come forward sat down on the stool, his face red.
"Arrogance."
Another Confucian scholar suddenly stood up: "Really, no one in our Yafeng Poetry Society can succeed. Listen up, Xianxian..."
Han You still looked indifferent: "Slender soft jade peeled spring onions grow in the fragrant green sleeves. Yesterday, the strings of the pipa were clearly stained with scarlet."
The Confucian scholar was stunned like a goose, with his mouth open, muttering: "I...you..."
"Next person."
Han You glanced across the group of scholars, but no one dared to look at him, and many people lowered their heads.
At this moment, the eldest among the Imperial College students stood up and said calmly: "Don't be complacent, you don't know..."
"I don't know who you have been with. Looking around the mountains is far away, and there are always hundreds of valleys. There is a green gurgling sound, thousands of maples are falling, peaches and apricots are rising above, and the fragrance of lotus is below."
Han You looked at this man: "Is there anything else?"
"No, sir, please continue."
The older man sat down with a hot expression on his face as if his wife and brother-in-law had run away.
Chen Yu'an has already started to become incompetent and furious: "Do you know who this young master is? You don't know the depth..."
"Dark thrush, light thrush, cicada's temples are covered with clouds, the rain is coming back from the balcony, Wushan is high, Wushan is low, the man does not return in the evening rain, and the empty house is alone on time."
After kicking and taking three steps back, Chen Yu'an pointed at Han You and said with anger on his face: "Okay, today..."
"Today the beauty has abandoned me, and the brothels are as far away as the sky."
Chen Yu'an growled: "Don't do it anymore, can you stop..."
Han You shrugged: "Build several floors from the brothel, and wrap up the slanting sun curtains with deer and ropes."
"I…"
"My brothel is next to the road, and the screens and curtains are dark..."
This time, it was finally Chen Yuan's turn to interrupt Han You and shouted with all his strength: "Don't fucking do it, I..."
Before he could finish the word "I", Chen Yu'an, who was constantly retreating, suddenly stepped on the air and fell off the wooden platform.
"We are all hurt when we fall apart and become red, but we can't bear to forget each other in the mist of the brothel."
Han You yawned and asked lightly, "Who else is there?"
