Royal Gold Magistrate

"At the place of nostalgia, Lan Zhou's hair is broken. He held his hands and looked at his tearful eyes, but he was speechless..." Fang Zhengyi had done his best this time.

Sometimes drinking alcohol can really increase the expressive force, which is much better than the usual dry poetry recitation.

However, the response from the audience was not so good.

This poem...was written by Fang Zhengyi, a master of incomplete poems, and it has almost spread all over the country.There are many scholars present, and it can be said that there are very few people who have never heard this poem.

So when Fangzheng opened his mouth, most people were disappointed.

Are you writing poetry?You are reciting poetry!

Look at that state seems to be a little drunk...

Chu Youyi couldn't help showing a little disappointment in her eyes. It seems that the poem just now was also copied.

Now that you're drunk, don't you know how to hide it?

This fragmentary poem is my sister's favorite poem, and her ears are almost calloused.

Hey, it was done well at first, but now he took the initiative to make a fool of himself, I don't know what Fang Tangjing was thinking.

Lu Xiuwen had already sat down embarrassingly, but when he heard Fang Zheng repeating the old tune, hope suddenly lit up in his eyes.

Standing up impatiently, he said loudly: "Everyone, this word was written by the famous Fang Zhengyi in the capital, Mr. Fang! Now the thief actually claims that it was done by him. Do you still believe that he is a wine demon?"

"Writer thief!!! How many people in the world know this fragmented poem, and you copied it carelessly. In my opinion, the poem just now was plagiarized from that famous master!"

The audience remained silent.

There is no need to refute this statement. Mr. Lu is telling the truth, and everyone knows that he is copying.

But the wine demon looked a bit like he had drunk too much. Could it be that just because he read Fang Zhengyi's lyrics, he could be sure that he also copied the previous song?

Xie Xian couldn't bear to look directly at him, so he closed his eyes, the master is doomed to lose face when it's over, how is this going to work?Could it be possible to say that he is Fang Zhengyi in front of so many people?

As soon as Fangzheng ignored it, the voice in his ear couldn't be heard very clearly, and he was still reading to himself.

Holding the jug, his eyes are blurred, his hand is like a sword, pointing to a high place.

"Where is the drunkenness tonight, the willow bank, the wind and the moon.

After many years, it should be a good time for a good time...

Even if there are thousands of styles, let's talk to...who can tell! "

Say the word as soon as it falls!Fangzheng was stunned for a moment, but his mind regained two points of clarity.

As soon as the hand was released, the wine jar also fell on the stage in response, and the dark red wine flowed out.

A tear flowed down the corner of Fangzheng's eyes... I remembered!I finally remembered?

One drop, two tears grew more and more. Fangzheng, who drank too much, couldn't help crying at first, and he was crying like a teardrop.

Everyone in the audience was dumbfounded.

Although this poem was written by Fang Zhengyi, it is a famous fragment!

Countless people tried to add the last two sentences, but when they got outside, they were criticized as a follow-up work.

Over time, no one is willing to fill in the last two sentences of this poem, and everyone agrees that this fragment of Ci is a complete work.

Didn't expect the wine demon to try his hand and complete the poem now?

A scholar stood up excitedly, tremblingly said: "He made it up! It's natural... perfect!!"

"It's all!! This word is all!!!"

"Even if there are thousands of flavors, who can tell them. Based on this sentence, the name of the wine demon can move the world."

The scene began to change drastically in an instant.

Countless people began to shake their heads and savor the artistic conception of the whole poem, either admiring or sighing, or feeling a little lost in their hearts.

If this word is completed by me, it is destined to become famous all over the world!It's a pity that there will be no more perfect two sentences...

Fang Zhengyi cried and laughed, stretched out a finger and yelled at the audience: "1 point!! I'm only 1 point away!! I'm only 90 points in Chinese!!!"

"I could score 120 in the Chinese mock test! Why did I get 89 in the college entrance examination!!! I remembered!"

"Drafting it, I remembered!!" The scumbag on the stage frantically vented the grievances he had held back for two lifetimes, and took advantage of the strength of alcohol to launch a vicious attack on the psychological shadow.

The people in the audience watched him go crazy with fascination.

"It's really affectionate...Look how sad he is crying, and the wine demon is also a person with deep affection!!"

"Although everyone is a man, who doesn't yearn for true love. It seems that the wine demon became the legendary prostitute he is today, and it seems that he was hurt by love at the beginning."

"Hey, it's too exciting. He has already started talking nonsense. How deep is the injury?"

Fang Zhengyi was still spraying, from the class teacher to the principal, from the principal to the general manager, Xie Xian hurriedly signaled Zhou Tie and Zhao Lie.

The two of them stepped onto the stage without any hesitation and pulled Fang Zhengyi down with brute force, and then began to pour tea for him..

Fangzheng regarded it as wine, and drank it without refusing to come.

"Hurry up! Hurry up...I want to be the sales champion, I want to be Fang Boss, hurry up!..."

"Boss Fang! Wake up! Don't be so damn fast! You two hurry up and get some hangover soup!" Xie Xian was sweating profusely.

If you compose poetry, you compose poetry, why are you talking nonsense!Fortunately, there is no sentence that normal people can understand...

What a shame!Throw it to his mother and grandma's house!

Yu Niang was very winking, and asked Xiaoer to bring over a few large bowls of the hangover soup that the brothel always prepares.

As soon as the hangover soup arrived, the three of them began to rush to help Fang Zhengyi pour the medicine.

Chu Youyi looked in Fang Zhengyi's direction in a daze, her body trembled slightly due to excitement.

His eyes were filled with disbelief and curiosity.

Fang Tangjing is so talented. My sister would be so happy if she knew that the poem was completed so perfectly.

But why did he come to be a book boy?Why?Why? ....

Lu Xiuwen on the side sat back to his original position dejectedly, looking at the ground and scratching his hair, feeling depressed in his heart!

Isn't that guy really Fang Tangjing?How could a book boy have such a talent for writing? It's impossible!

If you can't come to the stage in public today, wouldn't you be slapped in the face by this bastard, and I don't know how many people will laugh at you tomorrow...

At the time of annoyance and remorse, Yu Niang walked over with a smile.

Kneeling down beside Lu Xiuwen, he said softly, "Master Lu, I made you unhappy today. It's all the fault of the slave family. The slave family specially prepared a room for you, and there are many more..."

Lu Xiuwen glanced over, and then looked at Chu Youyi worriedly.

Yuniang looked over and saw Chu Youyi's daughter at a glance, she smiled coquettishly and said, "It turns out that there is a beautiful woman accompanying her, but it was Yuniang who was abrupt. But room No. [-] of Tianzihao is reserved for you, you can enjoy it , if you need anything, just call me."

Looking at Chu Youyi and listening to what Yuniang said, suddenly an evil fire burst out in Lu Xiuwen's heart!

Is it leftovers, you will know if you taste it?This little girl is interesting to her, and she is just a daughter of a businessman. If she has such a good opportunity today, then what the hell are you waiting for!

"Well, I got it!" Waving away Yuniang, Lu Xiuwen took the time to come to Chu Youyi's side and said, "Youyi, I was too impatient. It seems that I may have misunderstood him. He shouldn't be a book boy." .”

Chu Youyi nodded absently, still looking around.Lu Xiuwen felt more depressed, and said patiently: "Youyi, it's getting late, let's find a place to taste the seven-day sage later, and then I'll take you home?"

"Ah? No need, Mr. Lu, I'll just go home." Chu Youyi also suddenly realized that it was getting late!

If she didn't come home so late, there must be many people looking for her.

Lu Xiuwen coaxed: "Youyi, it's already this hour anyway, it doesn't matter if it's earlier or later, there's a carriage waiting for me outside, I'll take you back after drinking this magic medicine."

"This medicine has the miraculous effect of beautifying and beautifying the skin. I am afraid that some brothers will snatch it away if I take it home. Let's try it soon! It won't take much time, let's go."

After all, Lu Xiuwen went up to hold Chu Youyi's hand, Chu Youyi dodged instinctively, but was still grabbed by the sleeve.

But the words had come to this point, and there was no good reason to refuse, Chu Youyi stood up blankly and was led away by Lu Xiuwen, but her eyes were still fixed on Fang Zhengyi's position.

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