"Take it away." Li Zaixing said lightly: "Is it okay to force it?"

Wei Yingwu almost vomited blood. It was okay, didn't you see that Wang Zhun's face looked like pig's liver? However, he was not an easy-to-use lamp. Seeing that Wang Zhun was defeated and could not touch Miss Miao'er, he was happy, and then burned oil on the fire and gave Li Zaixing some eye drops.

"This result is of course good, but it is also related to the opponent. If the opponent is not too weak, Brother Li may not be so relaxed." Wei Yingwu smiled and said, "It's boring to throw a pot, so go and recite poems. Today I celebrate the new Jinshi. It's really unreasonable to not recite a few lines of poetry."

Li Zaixing's eyes rolled and then smiled: "I can't recite poems, so don't force me. Just throw a pot, I'm in a state of excitement. I don't have any suitable opponent, Wei Sanlang, why don't we bet? If you want to win, then Pitler will be yours."

Wei Yingwu was very moved when he heard the words "Terle Pi". However, he glanced at the pot full of arrows and shivered again. He said it was not difficult, but he knew in his heart that he could not beat Li Zaixing at all. Li Zaixing used Terle Pi as a bet was just a sweet bait, and he didn't know what bad thoughts he was hiding.

He is not a fool like Wang Zhun, so he won't be fooled.

"There are opportunities to throw pots, and it's not too late next time." Wei Yingwu pulled Li Zaixing's arm: "Let's go, go and recite poems. If you want to become famous in Chang'an, you can't just throw pots, you have to rely on literature."

Wang Zhun's face turned red and white. Wei Yingwu's words were thrust into his heart every sentence. He had clearly outperformed his level, but Wei Yingwu said that his level was too weak. He was just as lying poems and essays as Li Zaixing. Wei Yingwu was talking about Li Zaixing, how could he know that he was not talking about him Wang Zhun? In fact, what good thing is Wei Yingwu himself? Can he write poetry?

Wang Zhun was about to get angry, but Miss Miao'er pulled his sleeve: "Shisanlang, it's better to give up."

Wang Zhun suddenly understood that if he lost, he would learn to bark. Now it was a draw. Li Zaixing still had five arrows in his hand. If he threw another arrow, he would be embarrassed. Thinking of this, he quickly covered his mouth and turned his head as if nothing had happened, as if he hadn't heard Wei Yingwu pointing at the slander and scolding the locust.

Li Zaixing raised his eyebrows slightly, a little displeased: "Wei Sanlang, if you have strengths and shorts, you can't recite poems and essays, it's not shameful. Why do you have to force others to do it? I've said that I don't understand poetry and essays, and I don't even understand the rhymes. How do you write poetry?"

Seeing that Li Zaixing had a dispute with today's master Wei Yingwu, many guests came over. Du Fu was also on the side, but he didn't dare to come forward to help. When Li Zaixing and Wang Zhun threw the pot, he had already written poems. Although he had been writing for a long time, he thought that the poems he had made were also good, but the response was mediocre. No one applauded or cheered. In this case, he thought he did not have the ability to stand up for Li Zaixing, so he could only watch Li Zaixing being squeezed by Wei Yingwu with shame.

Wei Yingwu invited Li Zaixing in to embarrass him. How could he let him go just because he thought he could not write a poem? He laughed: "Since Brother Li doesn't understand rhymes, then let's talk to Brother Li. No matter what rhymes, as long as you can make a song on the spot, it's OK to make a song on the spot, whether it's Yuefu or regulated verse, there is no limit on five-character or seven-character. We all think you have passed the test. How?"

Li Zaixing's eyes rolled and he breathed a sigh of relief. I just couldn't rhyme. If I didn't force rhyme, I could still recite a poem randomly. Although I didn't read many books, I could still remember one or two poems. He was happy, but his face became even more ugly: "I really can't do it, otherwise I'd better punish the bar. I just saw that many people didn't write poems, and they were punished by wine."

While speaking, Li Zaixing went to get the wine glass, poured himself a glass of wine, held it high, and said aloud: "Li Zaixing has never read any books, can't write poems, can't write essays, and today I sit with you all Wenquxing, and dare not show off your ugliness. I dare to use this wine to punish you."

After saying that, he was about to drink. Wei Yingwu grabbed him and said with a serious expression: "That's not possible. We have been lenient to Brother Li, and we don't ask you to reunite with the rhyme. Brother Li dares not write poetry, which is a bit pretentious. Wine is to drink, and this poem is also to be done. Whether it is good or bad, even if Brother Li makes a random sentence, you will pass. This is not a difficult situation, right? If you still refuse to do it, you will look down on me, Wei Yingwu, and everyone here."

Li Zaixing glanced at Wei Yingwu, leaned into his ear, and whispered: "Wei Sanlang, you made up your mind today to embarrass me, right?"

Wei Yingwu smiled and said, "Brother Li is so serious, Brother Li is so serious."

Li Zaixing sighed helplessly, put down his wine glass, and scratched his head: "Since Wei Sanlang is hard to refuse, I will chant a few words. By the way, wait for me to finish the arrow first."

Wei Yingwu said with a smile: "Hurry, hurry up, we are all waiting for you to recite poems."

Li Zaixing was not in a hurry, picked up the arrow in his hand and threw it out, and the arrow fell into the pot. Li Zaixing threw five arrows in one breath, and the five arrows entered the pot like beads, easily getting another seventy. He shrugged and said to Wang Zhun, who was pale, "Shisanlang, how many times should you learn to bark?"

Wang Zhun was stunned. He thought Li Zaixing had forgotten this matter, but he never thought that Li Zaixing had never forgotten it. He killed him and directly squeezed him into the corner, without even giving him a space to dodge.

Wei Yingwu was a little impatient, but when he heard this, he was immediately overjoyed and urged Wang Zhun to shout quickly. Although everyone did not dare to squeeze Wang Zhun like Wei Yingwu, they were not willing to come out to help Wang Zhun, and they were all waiting to see his jokes. Wang Zhun was forced to glar at Li Zaixing viciously, blushed, opened his mouth, screamed seven times, and then left.

Miss Miao'er was so scared that she was about to get up to chase Wang Zhun. Li Zaixing stopped her and smiled: "Little lady, don't forget to make a bet. Please wait in the boudoir for a while. After this place is over, I will go and have a heart-to-heart talk with the little lady."

Miss Miao'er glanced at him and suddenly laughed: "Okay, I'm willing to accept the loss of the bet, I'll wait for you in the room." After that, she bypassed Li Zaixing and hurriedly chased out. When she chased her to the door, Wang Zhun was already leaving angrily.

Her sister Yang Lai'er took the time to come over and said angrily: "Miao'er, what did you do? Why did you mess with this plague god?"

Yang Miaoer pouted and said, "Sister, why am I causing trouble? It is obvious that the village man is ignorant and insists on forcing Shisanlang to learn barking with Wei Sanlang. He didn't think about whether he could compete with Wei Sanlang? Shisanlang didn't dare to provoke Wei Sanlang, but he wanted to pinch him to death but it was like a ants to death."

Yang Miaoer already knew what happened. After hearing Yang Miaoer say this, she lowered her face: "You still dare to talk back. Didn't you suggest learning to bark? Now, if you cause trouble, I see what you will do when you go."

When Yang Miaoer heard this, she panicked. She pulled Yang Laier's arm and begged: "Sister, what should I do?"

Yang Lai'er frowned slightly and thought for a while: "This young man came to my house and bet with Wang Zhun again. I'm afraid he really likes you. Just feel aggrieved and talk to him, and advise him to hurry up and leave the city before night ban and hide for a few days, so as not to lose his life in vain. It's a pity."

"Do you want me to accompany him?" Yang Miaoer widened her eyes and stomped her feet and said, "I'm not. He has a vulgar language and a gentle manner. He has never seen the world before. So I won't talk to him. If you want to go, you can go. At worst, I'll let my mother scold her." After that, he turned around and left without waiting for Yang Laier to persuade him.

Yang Lai'er's face turned pale, but she couldn't let go. She bit her lip and thought for a while, turned around and called a maid, whispered a few words. The maid nodded and hurried to Li Zaixing's seat.

After Wang Zhun and Yang Miaoer left the table one after another, Wei Yingwu was in a good mood and caught Li Zaixing again and couldn't wait to ask Li Zaixing to write poetry. He made up his mind to let Li Zaixing fall into the trap and was laughed at. He just admitted that he could not write poetry, and asked him to recite a few nonsense poems. With evidence, he could use it as a topic of conversation in the future. It was a small vent of anger.

Li Zaixing knew that Wei Yingwu had not been kind enough, so he didn't plan to let Wei Yingwu go so easily. While racking his brains and thinking hard, he complained: "Wei Sanlang, you are making me fool of yourself. I will talk to the little lady later. If I leave this talk, wouldn't it be laughed at by her?"

Wei Yingwu's heart seemed to be stabbed by a needle. Li Zaixing beat Wang Zhun to make Wang Zhun's attempt to attack Yang Miaoer was a failure. It was a good thing, but how good is Li Zaixing, a thick piece, better than Wang Zhun? When he thought that he would go to Yang Miaoer's boudoir to talk later, he had to have some close contact with Yang Miaoer. He felt like he had knocked over the Five Flavors bottle, and he felt indescribable. At this moment, he was even more forced to Li Zaixing to recite poems to embarrass him and leave a bad impression in Yang Miaoer's heart, and he would not be so close at that time. If Yang Miaoer could drive him out, it would be great.

"When a beauty is waiting, Brother Li should hurry up." Wei Yingwu smiled and said, "Don't let the beauty down."

"That's true. Chunxiao is worth a thousand gold at a moment. I'd better finish chanting the poem early and go to meet the beauty. It would be impolite to let the beauty wait for too long."

"That's right, it's right." Wei Yingwu forced a smile and felt complicated. He wanted to see Li Zaixing's jokes, but he didn't want to see Li Zaixing go to meet Yang Miaoer after he finished reciting the poem.

Li Zaixing coughed and forced a smile, "Then I will chant it. I have agreed in advance that I can't write poetry, but I just said a few random words. If there is any inappropriateness, please don't laugh."

"Just chant quickly, no one will laugh at you." Wei Yingwu said excitedly: "Everyone, Brother Li is going to recite poems."

Everyone held back their laughter. They had already seen that Wei Yingwu was not at ease and clearly wanted to make this boy from the countryside look ugly. Rhyme is the most basic requirement for writing poetry. What kind of poem can people who don’t even understand rhymes? Isn’t this nonsense? This poem must be nonsense, with all kinds of mistakes, and laughs generously. To put it bluntly, this is a joke. Wei Yingwu invited him in just to make everyone happy.

Du Fu covered his face and couldn't bear to look at it anymore.

The Wang Shiyilang frowned slightly, his eyes full of sympathy. He wanted to go forward to stop him, but when he looked at Wei Yingwu, he didn't dare to stand up and could only sigh secretly.

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