Datang broom star

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He went back and looked for Qian Hua later in class.

"Bet on whores? Good!"

Chen Fengwen called everyone who was present that day.

Qian Hua wondered, "I have to go to class in the afternoon!"

While talking, the gentleman walked in with a dignified expression, "I'm not feeling well, today you go home and study by yourself."

Self-study, isn't that just herding sheep?

Everyone cheered, and then a group of people went to Qujiang Pond.

"Where's the whore?"

Arriving at yesterday's place, there are more than ten men sitting in the pavilion, and there is not a single woman.

Chen Fengwen backed away quietly.

A man in the pavilion beckoned, "Come in."

Everyone went in, and someone was surprised, "It turned out to be Marquis Wuyang!"

"Fate!" Jia Pingan said with a smile: "I heard that you like to make friends with poetry, and Jia is also very itchy. No, today I found a reason, okay?"

Jealousy arises from close classes, and when the distance between the two parties becomes desperate, the jealousy will gradually fade away.The greater the distance, the less jealousy.

So the students responded happily.

Chen Fengwen quietly pointed to Chen Hua.

"You are Qian Hua?"

Qian Hua didn't expect Jia Pingan to know his name, so he couldn't help being flattered, "Yes, the student is Qian Hua."

Jia Pingan smiled and said: "So, today I will gamble with you, whoever writes the best poetry will win the prostitute. If you lose, you will jump down and swim from here to the other side."

Instantly, Qian Hua's complexion changed drastically, "You...what's your relationship with Su Xiang?"

Jia Pingan sat upright, "That's how it started. What did you say in class today?"

Do not say!

Qian Hua's face was pale.

A familiar voice came from behind, "Mr. Today said about Zhuge Liang..."

"That's the title."

This bitch is so witty!

Jia Ping'an couldn't help giving Chen Fengwen an appreciative look.

"I don't participate!"

Qian Hua chose to stay away without hesitation.

Jia Ping'an claims to be unparalleled in poetry, so I'm not ashamed of it.

If you don't want to participate, don't participate?Jia Pingan said indifferently: "Jia asked you to compose a poem, but you actually took it... Who heard him say that he would not participate?"

Someone wanted to prove it, but seeing Chen Fengwen's silent appearance, his heart trembled.

This is a posture to avenge Su Xiang!

Am I going to be cannon fodder?

Is it worth it for Qian Hua's cannon fodder?

The crowd was silent.

Qian Hua despaired, "You can't do this."

"Where can I find the Prime Minister's ancestral hall? It's Bai Sensen outside Jinguan City."

Jia Pingan got up, turned his back to the crowd, looked at the water and recited, "The steps are reflected in the green grass from the spring, and the oriole in the sky has a good voice."

"Nice poem!"

There are tourists passing by outside, and they can't help but praise it loudly.

"It's Marquis Wuyang who is writing poetry."

"No wonder!"

With such a great reputation, will I become a boulder that hangs over the hearts of poets of the Tang Dynasty in the future?

Jia Ping'an couldn't help feeling a little smug, "Three visits frequently trouble the world's schemes, and the two dynasties help the veterans."

Many people surrounded outside, a woman whispered: "These two sentences make people fascinated, it really is Marquis Wuyang!"

Everyone looked at his back and felt that he was extraordinarily tall.

This is the mentality of watching idols.

What about the last two sentences?

Ordinary poems suddenly gain momentum in the middle, and then the ending is difficult to continue, and can only end smoothly. This is also the reason why many poems make people applaud when they are read first, but the last two sentences make people feel depressed.

Jia Ping'an's clothes were rattling by the wind. He seemed to be thinking, and he reached out and patted the pillars beside him.

"Death before leaving the teacher, the commander-in-chief's hero... burst into tears."

There was no sound outside.

The poem describes the scenery almost gently at the beginning, and then the big waves rise suddenly, and the waves are higher than the waves. The last two sentences are even more embarrassing and applauding.

"The fragrance on the teeth and cheeks!"

A woman raised her head and praised: "I thought about it today, so I traveled to Qujiangchi. I didn't expect to meet Marquis Wuyang writing a poem. A poem makes this trip worthwhile!"

"He died before he left the teacher, and it made the hero tears full of tears."

These two sentences were chanted repeatedly by those people.

Jia Pingan turned around, with mockery in his eyes, "Qian Hua, it's your turn!"

Qian Hua's eyes turned, and he was about to leave.