"Where is nostalgic, Lan Zhou was devastated. He held hands and looked at each other with tears in his eyes, and he was speechless..." Fang Zhengyi made his posture full this time.

Drinking alcohol can sometimes increase expressiveness, which is much more effective than usual dry poetry reading.

But the audience's response was not very good.

This poem... was written by Fang Zhengyi, a saint of the remnant poem, and has almost spread all over the country. There are many readers present, and very few people who have never heard of this poem.

So when Fang Zheng spoke at first, most people were disappointed.

Are you writing poetry? Are you memorizing poetry!

It seems like I'm drunk a little...

Chu Youyi couldn't help but feel a little disappointed in her eyes. It seemed that the poem just now was also copied.

I'm drunk now and don't know if I'm covering it up?

This slap poem is my sister’s favorite word, and her ears are almost calloused when she hears it.

Alas, I was done well, but now I have taken the initiative to show off my bad luck. I don’t know what Fang Tangjing thought.

Lu Xiuwen had already sat down embarrassedly, but when he heard Fang Zhengyi's old tune repeat, hope suddenly ignited in his eyes.

He stood up impatiently and whispered: "Everyone, this word was written by the famous Fang Zhengyi in the capital. Lord Fang! Now this thief actually said it was written by him. Do you still believe that he is a wine demon?"

"Writing thief!!! How many people in the world know this broken poem, but you can't copy it carefully. According to me, I don't know if the poem just now was copied from the famous writer!"

The whole audience remained silent.

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

But the wine demon looks a bit like drinking too much. Can we just say that he copied the previous poem just by pronunciating Fang Zhengyi’s words?

Xie Xian couldn't bear to look directly and closed his eyes. After that, the master was destined to be embarrassed. How could this be done? Could it be that he said in front of so many people that he was Fang Zhengyi?

Fang Zhengyi didn't care about it, and the sound in his ears was not very real, and he was still chanting himself.

Holding the wine pot, his eyes were blurred, his hands were pointed at the sword, and he pointed at the height of the distance.

"Where can I wake up from the willow bank tonight, the morning breeze and the waning moon.

This past few years, it should be a good time and a good situation...

Even if there are thousands of styles, who will say it to...?"

As soon as he said something, Fang Zheng was stunned, and his mind was restored to two points of Qingming.

As soon as he relaxed his hand, the wine jar fell onto the stage immediately, and the dark red wine flowed.

A trace of clear tears slowly flowed down Fang Zheng's corner of his eyes... I remembered it! I finally remembered it?

One drop, two drops of tears became more and more. Fang Zheng, who had drunk too much, was crying at first, but he saw that he was crying into a tearful person.

Everyone in the audience was stunned.

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

Countless people tried to make up the last two sentences, but when they were taken outside, they were scolded as a sequel to the sequel.

Over time, no one was willing to supplement the last two sentences of this poem, and everyone agreed that this broken poem is a complete work.

Unexpectedly, the wine demon now tries his skills and completes this poem?

A scholar stood up excitedly and said tremblingly: "He made up for it! It was natural...perfect!!"

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

"Even if there are thousands of styles, who can I tell you? With this sentence, the name of the wine demon can be famous all over 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, sighing, or feeling a little lost in their hearts.

If I complete this word, it will be destined to be famous all over the world! Unfortunately, there will be no more perfect sentences...

Fang Zhengyi cried and laughed, stretched out a finger and shouted at the audience: "1 point!! I'm just one point away from this!! I'm just 90 points in Chinese!!!"

"I can get 120 points in Chinese in a mock exam! Why did he get 89 when he was in the college entrance examination!!! I remembered it!"

"Did you plan it? I remember it!!" The poor student vented his resentment for two lifetimes on the stage, and took advantage of the alcohol to launch a brutal verbal attack on the psychological shadow.

The people in the audience watched him crazy intoxicatedly.

"It's really sincere and sincere... Look how sad he cried, and the wine demon is also a person who uses deep love!!"

"Although everyone is a man, who doesn't desire true love? The wine demon has become a legendary client like today. It seems that he was also hurt by love at the beginning."

"Hey, it's too exciting. He's already started talking nonsense. How deep is he hurt?"

Fang Zhengyi was still squirting, from the head teacher to the principal, from the principal to the general manager. Seeing this, Xie Xian hurriedly signaled Zhou Tie and Zhao Lie.

The two of them went on stage without hesitation and pulled Fang Zhengyi down with brute force, and then began to pour him tea...

Fang Zhengyi thought it was wine, and the person who came refused to refuse a glass and started drinking it.

"Happy! Happy...I want to be the crown of the sales champion, I want to be the General Secretary Fang, Happy!"

"Mr. Fang! Wake up quickly! Don't be fucked! You two should hurry up and get some hangover soup!" Xie Xian was so anxious that he was sweating profusely.

Just write poems, what are you talking nonsense? Fortunately, there is no sentence that normal people can understand...

It's embarrassing! It's thrown to his mother's grandma's house!

Yu Niang was very eye-catching and asked the waiter to bring several large bowls of sobering soup that was always prepared in the brothel.

As soon as the sobering soup arrived, the three of them began to help Fang Zhengyi get medicine in a hurry.

Chu Youyi looked in the direction of Fang Zhengyi in a daze, and his body couldn't help but tremble slightly due to excitement.

His eyes were full of incredible and curious.

Fang Tangjing is so talented. If my sister knew that this poem was completed and was so perfect, I don’t know how happy she would be.

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

Lu Xiuwen, who was standing beside him, sat back in depressedly, looked at the ground and grabbed his hair, feeling a little depressed!

Could that guy is really not Fang Tangjing? How could a book boy have such literary talent? It’s impossible!

If you can't come out of Taiwan in public today, wouldn't you be slapped in the face by this vulgar embryo? I wonder how many people will laugh at it tomorrow...

Just as he was feeling annoyed and regretful, Yu Niang walked over with a smile.

Squatted beside Lu Xiuwen and whispered: "Young Master Lu, you are in a bad mood today. It's all my fault. I specially prepared a room for you, and there are still many..."

Lu Xiuwen looked over and then looked at Chu Youyi with some concern.

Yu Niang followed her and saw Chu Youyi's daughter at a glance. She whispered and said, "It turns out that there is a beautiful woman with her. Yu Niang is abrupt. But the Tianzi No. 3 room is for you to keep, so you can enjoy it. If you need anything, just call me."

Looking at Chu Youyi and listening to what Yu Niang said in his ear, a sudden evil fire broke out in Lu Xiuwen's heart!

Is it leftovers? You can tell if you taste it? This little girl is interested in herself, and she is just a businessman's daughter. Today is such a good opportunity, so how can she be fucking waiting!

"Well, I understand!" After waving his hand, Lu Xiuwen took the time to catch up with Chu Youyi and said, "Youyi, I'm too anxious. It seems that it's possible that he has misunderstood him. He shouldn't be a book boy."

Chu Youyi nodded absent-mindedly and was still looking around. Lu Xiuwen felt more depressed and said patiently: "Youyi, you see, it's getting late. Let's find a place to taste these seven-day great saints later, and then I'll take you home?"

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

I haven't returned home so late, there must be many people looking for her.

Lu Xiuwen instructed me slowly: "Youyi, it's already this time anyway, so it doesn't matter if it's sooner or later. There's a carriage waiting for me outside. After drinking this magical medicine, I'll take you back."

"This medicine has the miraculous effect of beauty and beauty. I am afraid that I will take it home and be snatched away by a few brothers. It's better to taste it! It won't take much time, let's go."

After saying that, Lu Xiuwen was about to hold Chu Youyi's hand when he went up. Chu Youyi instinctively dodged, but was still grabbed by the sleeve.

However, the words had come to this point, and there was no good reason to refuse. Chu Youyi stood up and was led away by Lu Xiuwen, but her eyes were still staring at Fang Zhengyi's position.
Chapter completed!