Tiandao betting shop

Chapter 75 Is this fucking meow also called poetry?
"Dong dong!"

After about half an hour, a servant came to knock on the door.

"Come in!" Zhao Heilong said casually near the door.

"Guest officers, the matchmaker asked me to remind that the flower fair is about to start... eh?" The young man pushed the door open and entered, but was stunned when he saw the picture inside.

Tianxianglou is the No. [-] brothel in Chihuo East City, and the girls in it are naturally first-class in terms of drinking capacity and persuading skills. At least in the past memory of the boy, every time the guests are half-drunk, but the girls are not Nothing at all.

Why did it come to the No. [-] box here, but it was completely reversed?
He Yu and the others were chatting and laughing happily, with a sober look on their faces. On the contrary, the girls accompanying the wine had flushed cheeks and looked naive, chanting strange words like "fly" and "single dice" from time to time.

"Well, let's go down when I find out." Zhao Heilong waved his hand.

The boy responded and closed the door again, but still scratched his head and said confusedly: "It's really weird!"

In the private room, when they heard that the flower show was about to start, everyone stopped lamenting that the girls in Tianxianglou didn't play around, and rushed to the window one after another, looking at the hall on the first floor.

At this time, the sky outside was completely dark, and the passenger flow of Tianxiang Building reached a peak, even the lobby on the first floor was full of seats.

Suddenly, the lights of the entire Tianxiang Tower dimmed, and then accompanied by a burst of drum music, the hall on the first floor was instantly bright as day.

Accompanied by several maidservants, the matchmaker walked up to the high platform that had already been built, her big white legs looming, and immediately won the whistle of a large group of animals.

"Thank you for your support, all the distinguished guests. The matchmaker is here to thank you!" After the applause was over, the matchmaker bowed profusely before she got up and said with a smile: "The flower fair in my Tianxiang Tower has a tradition of hundreds of years, and many of you who are here are also respectful. It's all very clear, so Hong Niang won't repeat it, let's first invite Mr. Sima, the poetry critic of this flower fair!"

hiss!
There were a lot of exclamations in Tianxiang Tower.

"This year's Flower Fair invited Master Sima?"

"This gentleman hasn't shown up for many years. I didn't expect Tianxianglou to invite him here!"

He met him and asked curiously: "Who is this Mr. Sima? Is he awesome? Why is everyone so amazed?"

"In terms of cultivation, Sima Mufeng is mediocre, but he is a rare talent in the monk world. It is said that he was able to write at the age of three and poetry at the age of nine. After that, he served as the city lord for three consecutive terms. He even compiled the history of Chihuoyu, his status is extraordinary!" Tao Siyuan said.

"That's right, what I admire most in my life is this kind of person who obviously has the talent for cultivation, but devotes his whole life to a pile of broken books. It's really..." Zhao Heilong hesitated to speak.

"What is it?" Gao Fushuai wondered.

"Idiot!" Zhao Heilong chuckled and said in a low voice.

Everyone: "..."

"Hey, boss, you can't mock all the scholars just because you were kicked out of the school when you were seven years old. It's immoral. Maybe others will enjoy it?" Kip whispered.

"Then what do you think he's doing for it, reciting poems and painting there every day and writing a few Spring Festival couplets, will he be able to ascend to Taoism?" Zhao Heilong said disdainfully.

"In fact, there are such people, but they are not in this plane. Well, when I write the story of the scholar controlling the power of heaven and earth later, you will find—" He Yu interjected.

"What did you find?" Everyone was taken aback.

"It turns out that Dan can still talk like this... Uh, I was wrong, a fairy can still cultivate like this!"

"..."

At this time, the gray-haired Mr. Sima has also appeared on the stage, and he is indeed a bit refined. I saw him bowing his hands to the audience, smiling and saying: "I am old and not talented. I should come to this flower garden at the invitation of the owner of Tianxiang Tower." I will be a poetry critic once, if there is any disrespect, I hope you will forgive me!"

Everyone hurriedly responded, there were a lot of sour things like "Sir, being talented is better than seeing a hundred times", "Mr. …if one ignores their wriggling hands.

"Today, the old man came here at the invitation, and he also wrote a poem on the way, so he used this as an opportunity to make a fool of himself!" Sima Mufeng said again.

Naturally, the crowd was amazed again, and they all pretended to listen attentively, and some even brought pens and ink, planning to write it down on the spot and read it several times at home.

He Yu also leaned forward. Since Sima Mufeng is well-known, he must represent the literary level of this other world to a certain extent. I don't know how his works are.

Can you compare it with Li Bai and Du Mu?

When He Yu thought about it, he heard Sima Mufeng clear his throat, and chanted:
"When the rooster crows, the sky is bright,

On the road, pigs and dogs are busy grabbing food.

What are you working so hard for?
Just because there is a beautiful girl in the family! "

The entire Tianxiang Tower was silent at first, and then a loud applause erupted.

"Wonderful, using livestock as a metaphor, and then introducing it to humans, the layers are distinct, really wonderful!"

"The most important thing is the last sentence. It not only points to the topic, but also depicts the scene of husband and wife loving each other. It also coincides with the theme of today's flower festival. It is really a stroke of genius!"

"It's been a long time since I've heard such a good rhyming poem, and it's clear to me!"

Everyone shook their heads and were intoxicated.

But amidst all the hustle and bustle, there was a dead silence in one place, and it was Dizi No. [-] box.

The corner of He Yu's mouth twitched, and he revisited the poem again, and then twitched again... Is this meow also called poetry?

I heard that the boss has committed embarrassment and cancer, okay!

Not only He Yu, but also all the salted fish in the private room looked at each other in blank dismay, unable to get the goodness of this poem at all.

"Am I the only one who thinks this poem is very ordinary?"

"Me too. Boss He's casual howling is better than this."

"Am I too inflated, there is an illusion that I can do it myself!"

"You are not delusional, because I also have..."

After all, they usually don't pay much attention to these poems, but occasionally hear He Yu yelling a few sentences, and now they compare them, and immediately find the gap.

"Maybe it's just an isolated phenomenon... right?" He Yu rubbed his nose and said uncertainly: "Maybe this Mr. Sima is not in the mood today, and you have heard it too. His poem was written hastily on the road. Oiran's poems are wonderful, but it took him a year to write them!"

He Yu still can't believe that the level of poetry in this world can be so poor, it's impossible!
Everyone nodded, and felt that this seemed a reasonable explanation, so they all sat down again and continued to read.

At this time, Sima Mufeng had already sat aside with his beard stroked, and the matchmaker came up to say a few more words, and then saw the crowd applaud again, and a woman in full dress with a beautiful face and a curvaceous waist walked onto the stage.

"Hiss, Miss Hanxi's water snake waist is still as attractive as ever!" The old driver Zhao Heilong immediately began to comment.

　Cough cough, the doggerel was originally created by the conductor. For the sake of writing such a wonderful poem with all my painstaking efforts, please give me a recommendation ticket, boss?

　　


(End of this chapter)