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Chapter 62 You want to be famous forever

"It doesn't matter. Anyway, if he makes it up, no one will take the question."

Gu Cheng: "..."

Li Tai shook his head, and said lightly: "Since that's the case, it's still a lotus, who will take the question?"

Just now many people talked about the lotus flower, which is simple to say, but if people talk about it a lot, their appreciation ability will naturally improve.

If Gu Bao's words are average, then he is naturally inferior.

Under the urging of Princess Gaoyang, Gu Bao had no choice but to stand up.

"Oh, Daoist Gu wants to answer the question?"

"Hehe, I made you laugh so cheaply, King Wei."

Brother Bao grinned.

Li Tai said indifferently: "The Taoist priest is an expert, I am afraid that no one can compare his poems, please."

Gu Bao sneered in his heart, hypocrisy!

Don't you just want to see poor people make a fool of themselves?

He strode out of the pavilion and walked towards the middle of the group of talented women.

Seeing a little Taoist priest walking out, the group of talented women stepped aside and stood in two rows.

They all looked at him curiously.

Gu Bao nodded to them as he walked, causing some girls to giggle.

Walking to the edge of the pool, Gu Bao paused for a while, then suddenly turned around and said, "Yes!"

One of the women smiled and said, "What's there?"

"Natural poetry!"

Gu Bao patted his chest, his eyes were burning, "There are lotus flowers on the chest."

Everyone looked at him curiously, waiting for his poem.

Gu Bao coughed twice, and said loudly, "One flower, two flowers, three flowers, four flowers, five flowers, six flowers, and seven flowers."

"Hahahahahaha!"

Everyone laughed and laughed.

"Is this also a poem?"

"I'm dying of laughter, this little Taoist is really interesting."

Gu Cheng twitched the corners of his mouth, "It's a shame. I thought he was so talented."

Li Tai looked pale, shook his head and remained silent.

"It shouldn't be."

Chang Sun Chong muttered: "Brother Gu is so talented, can't he write such a poem?"

Princess Gao Yang even covered her face and moaned, "Speaking so nicely, why is poetry so bad?"

Gu Bao didn't take it seriously, and said:

"A lotus is a beauty, there are many lotus here."

"Pfft!"

Everyone laughed again, even Chang Sun Chong was extremely embarrassed.

He thought that Gu Bao would have a wonderful line later, but he didn't know it was still a doggerel.

"Little Taoist, although you praise us, this poem is not good."

A group of girls were laughing and laughing, facing Gu Bao's praise, but they didn't appreciate it.

Gu Bao shrugged, and said: "In short, I have made the poem. If there is no challenge, the poor will have to choose a beauty."

After saying that, with a pair of thief eyes, he conveyed the message to the many girls in front of him.

After winning a group of young girls, she couldn't stop laughing.

Gu Bao sighed in his heart, grandma, the openness of women in Tang Dynasty is no worse than that of his own era.

This era is not my era, cool!

After thinking about it, it's not right, as long as there is power and power, which era is unhappy?

Wang Liang got up slowly, and said: "If you let you pass the test, will I lose all my face?"

As he spoke, he stood with his hands behind his back, and walked to the edge of the stone pavilion without haste.

He looked at the lotus in the pond, and recited: "The phoenix trees are all fallen in front of the pavilion, and the hibiscus is half bloomed by the water."

Hibiscus is a lotus flower. Although it is not mentioned as a lotus flower, it is true.

Wang Liang was quite proud, and said, "Little Taoist priest, how is my poem compared to yours? Hahaha."

"What are you laughing laughing?"

Gu Bao said disdainfully: "It's just miscellaneous poems. If you want to read them, they are not the same as Poor Tao's poems."

Wang Liang snorted and said, "What you said doesn't count. You have to let everyone judge, so that you can know who is good and who is bad."

Gu Bao waved his hand, "Forget it, Pindao doesn't bully you, so I'll give you another one. I'm afraid that once Pindao's poem comes out, you will have no more lotus poems to write."

Gu Bao's words immediately detonated the audience.

Everyone crusaded one after another.

"Insanity!"

"Ignorance and fearlessness!"

"I don't know how high the sky is!"

"At a young age, it's not good to learn what to do. Just learn from other people's big talk."

"That's right, Wu No. [-] and Wu Wu No. [-]. If you dare to brag about yourself like that, you won't be afraid to flash your tongue."

"What's the noise!"

Gu Bao suppressed his hand: "Poverty Dao suddenly feels that what you are saying is reasonable, so first present a clumsy song."

He said directly: "After all, the scenery of Furong in June is not the same as that of four seasons. The lotus leaves are infinitely blue in the sky, and the lotus flowers are red in the sun."

The whole place fell silent in an instant.

Everyone stared blankly at the little Taoist priest in front of them.

"what?"

Li Shu clicked his tongue and suddenly let out a sound of surprise.

"This poem seems to be pretty good."

"It's not good, it's very good. This poem alone can make him famous through the ages."

Li Lizhi stared at Gu Bao with a pair of wonderful eyes, both surprised and amazed.

It seemed that the little Taoist priest had such talent.

"Really good."

Princess Guantao smiled lightly: "I thought this little Taoist was full of big talk, but now it seems that he is quite talented."

"Hmph, you can't boast. This person can brag already, so how can you praise his tail?"

Having said that, everyone can see how proud Princess Gao Yang is.

Gu Cheng's face sank like water, as if he hadn't reacted from the poem yet.

Li Tai's expression remained unchanged, but the previous playful expression was no longer on his face.

"Good poetry."

"It's really a good poem. I didn't expect this little Taoist to have such talent."

The group of young girls who were closest to Gu Bao all cast admiring glances at Gu Bao.

"Everyone, don't get excited, this poem is actually just so-so, and it probably won't catch everyone's eyes."

Gu Bao said cheaply: "Now I invite that brother to continue to challenge. Considering Pindao's clumsy work, this brother should easily defeat Pindao again."

Wang Liang's expression froze, and he glared fiercely at Gu Bao, "I admit defeat!"

He returned to his seat with a flick of his sleeves, drinking to vent his depression.

Cui Ze said: "Brother Wang, don't be angry, once this poem is written, not to mention you, even everyone present is afraid that no one will be able to challenge it successfully."

"I'm not mad at this."

Wang Liang said angrily: "I'm so angry with him that he is obviously very powerful, but he made me ugly by making a doggerel."

"Wang Liang!"

Li Shu was immediately unhappy when he heard that, "What do you mean by making you ugly? You don't want him to make a joke? How can you be laughed at now?"

Wang Liang's complexion changed slightly, he laughed dryly, and said no more.

"Why, a broken poem by Pindao can make you retreat from difficulties?"

Gu Bao persisted, caught up and blinked, "Dare to ask this young master's name?"

Wang Liang couldn't get angry, so he turned his head away.

Li Shu said solemnly: "His name is Wang Liang, Wang family, please don't offend him too much. He is very bad."

"Gao Yang!"

Princess Guantao didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and patted Li Shu's head.

Li Shu stuck out his tongue and laughed twice.

"So it's the prince."

Gu Bao squeezed his chin, and said: "Although this poem is ordinary, but because of him, it should have a name, and it should be called Furongyuan, Prince Gaoyang, Princess Gaoyang, what do you think?"

"Okay, in the eyes of others in the future, it's another allusion."

Li Shu blinked and said enviously, "Wang Liang, you're going to be famous forever."

Chapter 63 Lin Yuner

Wang Liang spat out a mouthful of old blood, and thought to himself, didn't I just pretend to be pussy?

Why are you targeting me together?

Li Tai frowned, stood up and said, "Okay, since no one is responding, then Daoist Gu will choose someone."

There was a commotion among many talented women outside, as if they wanted Gu Bao to choose themselves.

Gu Bao made a helpless look, and walked in front of Princess Gao Yang.

"My dear princess, may I ask?"

Princess Gao Yang giggled, waved her hand and said, "I'm really sorry. This princess doesn't want to play with you right now."

Gu Bao rolled his eyes and sat back down again.

Those who don't know what's going on here feel lost for a while.

In fact, Gu Bao underestimated the charm of poetry.

A very good composition, it can make some women desperate.

If he chooses those young ladies from aristocratic families outside, half of them will go swimming with him.

The game of selecting poems continues.

This activity is actually quite stimulating.

But for those who have no intention of playing, or who have no intention of being selected, it is quite boring.