The Best Fake Eunuch

But I heard Chen Jisheng continue to chant, "Suddenly think of tourists from far away, and then think of people in the early morning, walking in the cold and invading the night, before the coldness rises, the heart is the father of the body, and the body is the subject of the heart, and the body is not free. It is all because of the heart. I Since my heart is content, my body will be at ease, and the words of Fang Cun will be empty, so I should live up to you!"

"The words of the old man's poem are peaceful, but the artistic conception is far-reaching." Ye Baiqing said.

"External affairs, internal affairs, world affairs, Mr. Chen, you care about everything." Dugu said.

"Fang Cun's words are in shape, I should live up to you!" Qiu Ruolan said with a smile, "I just like this one."

"Father, you still have time to be content? But I just don't believe it." Liu Xiangqin covered her mouth and sneered.

"I can't be free, it's all because of my heart, my heart is content, my body is at ease..." Baili Qingyun kept reading these two sentences silently, feeling something in his heart.

"Isn't it the old man, what does this poem mean? Why can't I understand it?" Tie Kunlun asked the lunatic quietly with a blank expression on his face.

"It's all about doing whatever you want," said the madman.

"Old man, I would like to respect your square inch, and wish you a long life!" Xiao Chen stood up and toasted, and everyone also stood up, toasting Chen Jisheng together.

I wish him good health and long life.

"Han Zhong, it's your turn for the old man to throw bricks and attract jade." Chen Jisheng toasted and laughed, and looked at Dugu Tower.

"One piece of poetry is not a certain director, but it's just a poem." Dugulou's words were polite, and he pondered a little, and chanted loudly, "The deep ice is three feet thick, and the plain snow covers thousands of miles. My heart is like a pine and cypress. How is your love?"

The poem's words are simpler, but it implies two layers of meaning.

Since I expressed to Xiao Chen that I am willing to follow my will, my heart is like ice and snow, and my ambition is like pines and cypresses, but I am a little uneasy, I don't know what you will do to me, Prince?

It is a question sentence.

It can be regarded as expressing his heart to Qiu Ruolan, expressing that his love for her is like a pine and cypress, and his love for her is like ice and snow.

It is also a question sentence.

Because he knows that Xiao Chen treats him with deep affection, and also knows that Qiu Ruolan has deep affection for him, so there is actually no need to answer these two questions.

"Oh, this is a love poem." Xiao Chen said with a smile, "Mrs. Ruolan, you should have something to say to the question of the Han Zhong!"

"I don't know how to write poetry, so I don't have to show my ugliness in front of all the great talents. However, when I was a child in the south of the Yangtze River, I heard a little poem. The concubine rides on the oil wall car, and the man rides the green horse. Where can we get together?" ? Under the pines and cypresses of Xiling.”

The big guy had no choice but to swallow the handful of dog food silently.

"Xiangqin, you have a song." Xiao Chen said.

"Then I'm going to make a fool of myself?" Liu Xiangqin had already prepared the draft, so without thinking, she said, "It's so strange that the north wind is rushing, and the vestibule is like a moonlight, and the immortal would rather Xu Qiao, cut the water to make flowers fly!"

It is beautiful and refined, and it is a beautiful sentence. It really deserves to be a lady of everyone. Everyone applauds together.

"Shanchang, you also have a song." Xiao Chen named Shanchang.

"Let me compose poems? Then how can I know it!" Wen Shanchang was humble first, "But the Xiangqin girls have made a fool of themselves, so I have to make a fool of myself, and put together a random song, everyone don't laugh!"

The poem said: "The lotus heart of Magnolia blooms in the snow, the willows on the banks of the spring are full of fragrance, the clouds return to Qianli Ming Gansui, the sea moon calmly and the water is long."

The big guy was amazed when he heard it, because this poem seems ordinary, but it is ingeniously embedded with Xuelikai, Yingchun Liu, Caohuaixiang, Magnolia officinalis, Lianxin, Yungui, Qianliming, Gansui , Haiyue, Congrong, and Shuiqu have a total of eleven Chinese medicine names.

That is also very rare.

Ling'er said that I really don't know how to do it, but everyone is so interested, so I can forcefully make up a nonsense song. If everyone wants to laugh, then just laugh.

But it turned out: There are several plum branches in the corner, and Ling Han blooms alone, knowing that it is not snow, because there is a dark fragrance!

yeah?

You still call such a good poem nonsense?

The big guy immediately looked at Linger with admiration.

In fact, Ling'er didn't write it by herself at all, she was out of the city with her brother Xiao Chen that day, and she heard Xiao Chen recite a sentence casually, she thought it was very good, so she remembered it in her heart.

Now when he chanted it in public, everyone was shocked by the words, and they couldn't help laughing out loud.

Xiao Chen naturally wouldn't tell the truth, so let the little girl be happy, because it's been a long time since she smiled so happily.

When she is happy, Xiao Chen is happy.

The younger sister is brilliant, it's time for the younger brother.

"Xiao Ye, don't bother eating! I usually teach you how to read, write, and make pairs. Aren't you serious about learning? Now is the time to check it out. You should also make a song and listen to it!" Xiao Chen When talking to Xiao Ye, he never had a good tone.

The younger sister is used to love, the younger brother is used to repair.

"Ah?" Unexpectedly, Xiao Ye still has his own business, brother, you might as well let me die if you let me write poetry!

I have only been able to read for a few days, do you count?

But my brother had to listen to what my brother said, blushing anxiously, scratching my ears and scratching my cheeks, and it took me a long time to hold back a sentence, "Piece after piece."

The big guys couldn't help laughing when they heard it. This doesn't look like poetry, isn't it the vernacular?

But Xiao Ye is still a child, born as a beggar, he has never read a book, and it is normal that he cannot compose poetry.

He is the god of killing, not the god of poetry.

It's really wrong for Xiao Chen to force him like this.

"Yes, continue!" Duan Linger encouraged him.

"Uh... two pieces, three pieces, four or five pieces?" Xiao Ye quietly looked at his elder brother Xiao Chen, seeing that his face was rather ugly, he was afraid, hesitant, hesitating.

"Hmph, you know how to count!" Xiao Chen said angrily, "Go on, let me see how long you have counted?"

"Six pieces, seven pieces, eighty-nine pieces..." Xiao Ye really continued to count.

The big guy had seen Xiao Ye's bravery in killing the enemy on the battlefield, but it was rare to see him look so fearful, and couldn't help laughing out loud.

Amidst the roar of laughter, Xiao Ye suddenly said again, "Fly into the reeds and you won't see them!"

Oops, everyone was taken aback when they heard it, this turning point is so wonderful!

Originally plain and plain, with the addition of such a punchline, it suddenly has a charm.

Xiao Chen was also very surprised, oh boy, you really have the spirituality to compose poetry!

Originally, I wanted to use this to scold you a few words, so that you kid will study hard in the future, but unexpectedly, you also brought a little surprise to brother Wei.

"Actually, it's Linger's sister..." In fact, Linger wrote the sentence just now with his fingers on his palm. The two sisters hang out with each other all day long, and they have a good understanding, so he can feel Linger's handwriting. If it was someone else It doesn't work either.

After all, reading and writing are not what Xiao Ye is good at.

"It's his elder sister Ling'er who I usually teach well, stop talking, hurry up and eat dumplings, you...it's your turn, crazy brother." Duan Linger quickly interrupted him.

What a little fool, you have to ask your brother to scold you during the big festival! Just let him praise you once, okay?

A lunatic really doesn't know how to write poetry, and there is no place in his mind for such useless things.

"Let me make a song for the lunatic." Xiao Chen would not force a lunatic to compose a poem, so he took the initiative to ask for help, and it was really itchy in his heart.

Everyone is listening.