Start with the humble bridegroom

Chapter 4 Makeup Poetry?I have it all!
"You are my uncle?" Zhang Zhe was a little unsteady on his feet. He smiled and supported Meng Chuansheng's arm and lowered his voice, "Seven or eight bowls is fine, don't use mineral water, just replace it with rice wine. Seven or eight bowls are small, Dude, how much do you pay? I think you look good!"

Meng Chuansheng was confused, but he couldn't take Zhang Jiaerlang's drunken words seriously.It's just that the sister-in-law also praised his brother-in-law's good looks in his words, which really made people angry and funny.

Meng Chuansheng was about to help Zhang Zhe to enter the door, but Master Fan stopped him.

"Master Fan, why are you here? Quickly follow the students in!" Meng Chuansheng was surprised when he saw that he was the master of the academy.

"Wu Yao is full of nonsense and disrespects human relations! Could it be that you, Meng Jiyan, are also ignorant. How can you forget the wedding ceremony?"

Master Fan is reminding Meng Chuansheng that with Wu Yaodu's nonsense first, if Meng Chuansheng loses Yicheng, his sister's reputation will really be ruined.

Meng Chuansheng slapped his forehead, and immediately raised his happy whip to smack Zhang Zhe's body, and asked, "Since you are here to welcome the bride, do you have any reminder poems to offer?"

At the same time, he secretly took out a piece of paper, ready to show it to Zhang Zhe.The prodigal son of this family has only studied with his father for a few years, how can he write poetry?Fortunately, his younger sister had expected it long ago, and she herself wrote the makeup reminder poem early on, and cut it into small pieces with the best Lu Xuan, and let Meng Chuansheng carry it with him, so that he could quietly pass it to Zhang Jiaerlang for use.

Zhang Zhe was beaten falsely, and he was very happy in his heart, saying that this plot was so interesting.He took the soft paper with drunken eyes, and thought at that time that he had not misread it, this brother is really a good person.Look at my sweaty head, and know how to secretly pass me a napkin.

Zhang Zhe took the paper and wiped his forehead and mouth, then crumpled it into a ball with a standard shooting motion, and threw it into the crevice on the side of the ditch, which made his uncle and Master Fan speechless.

Especially Meng Chuansheng's anxious straight spin, what should I do? !
"Brother-in-law, that's a reminder poem, why throw it away!"

Um?Zhang Zhe was startled when he saw that this brother was so anxious that he didn't look like acting.That's right, that's right, there seems to be ink stains on that piece of paper, could it be a note secretly handed to him by the director!

But you too, why are good plot hints written on napkins?
However, fortunately, the makeup reminder poem is really not difficult for Zhang Zhe.Why?This has something to do with his profession, Ya is a calligraphy class teacher, and he often goes to host weddings with a group of people on Saturdays and Sundays to earn some spare money.

Now that the ancient style of Hanfu is popular for weddings, how can a wedding officiant do it without memorizing a few make-up poems?
"What's so difficult about this?" Zhang Zhe pointed to the door and began to read. The faces of Master Fan and Meng Chuansheng turned pale instantly. Zhang Jiaerlang wanted to compose poems by himself, was it because he was afraid that the neighbors would not laugh enough?
"She was shy and refused to get off the dressing table, and the maid ringed Jiu Zichai. She sent a message to the tired makeup man, lightly applying vermilion powder to learn how to be lazy." Zhang Zhe was shaking his head, when the donkey next to him suddenly yelled "Ah!"

Zhang Zhe patted the donkey's head in joy: "You bastard knows how to sell!"

These words forced Meng Chuansheng and Master Fan to suppress the surprise applause.

"Good poetry!" Several scholars in straight gowns came out from the inner hall, they were some of Meng Chuansheng's classmates.They just didn't see Zhang Zhe patting the donkey's head, but heard Zhang Zhe's make-up reminder poem from a distance.

As soon as the poem fell into my ears, the artistic conception appeared naturally. Several people who knew the goods were pleasantly surprised and praised: "Zhang Jiaerlang is so talented!"

Zhang Zhe felt a little smug in his heart, these individuals must have been sent by the director to save the scene, look at their surprise eyes.Hehe, I didn't expect that I would be unambiguous in reciting makeup poems, right?

"I don't know where this guy got the erotic poetry from!?" Wu Yaodu joined together again without giving up.

"Words of morality, how can you speak indiscriminately!?" Master Fan didn't like Wu Yaodu no matter what he said today, so he reprimanded him when he heard these words.

"Come here with me, I want to ask you a good question!" Master Fan lost his temper, grabbed Wu Yaodu's sleeve and went in, scaring several students from the academy to salute for a while.

"An obscene poem?" Zhang Zhe laughed when he heard it, and at the same time looked around, desperately wanting to find the main camera.

But after hearing Wu Yaodu's words, Zhang Zhe really remembered that this poem is indeed an erotic poem!
This poem is the work of Wang Yanhong, a veteran of erotic poetry in the Ming Dynasty.This old man has published two collections of poems, with a total of more than 300 poems, and a thousand of them describe the love affairs of men and women!

When it comes to makeup reminder poems, you can't get around this old king!

In this way, there are actually some authentic settings in the character design of Wu Yaodu, who is obviously the villain.

However, you are a villain, do you need to point out that this poem of mine is an erotic poem?

It happened that Meng Chuansheng's classmate had a humorous one, holding a bowl of wine in his hand.

The man brought the wine to Zhang Zhe, and said happily, "Why is Erlang Zhang half drunk? You know, according to the customs of the Meng family, it is not enough to enter this door with a urge to make up! Come on, a poem, A bowl of wine, this is the rule of Brother Jiyan!"

Meng Chuansheng pulled his face hastily, and was about to tell Zhang Zhe how the rules of fighting wine between classmates in the academy could be applied here.

But who knew that Zhang Zhe was unambiguous at all. He drank the bowl of wine and patted his chest with a belch: "Listen up, makeup poem? I have it all! Wait, wine Is it enough?"

"How courageous!" Several scholars were overjoyed, and hurriedly called the Meng family's servants to fetch wine.

Meng Chuansheng was about to pull Zhang Zhe, but he was pushed aside by a few close friends laughing and joking.

"Ten steps of singing and dancing resonate in the blue sky, and Yan Yan's make-up is powerless, and the night is far away. I am ashamed to let Shuangdai be tested by others, and I will leave it to Zhang Lang to describe later. How about this poem?" Zhang Zhe asked with a drunken smile, his body was a little out of control. Willows in the wind.

The eyes of several scholars brightened again, and they hurriedly supported Zhang Zhe and applauded loudly.

"Come again, come again!"

Zhang Zhe picked up Joe this time, and stretched out his hand with a sneer: "Where's the wine?"

"Come, come, good wine is here!" A blue-robed scholar hastily fetched a bowl for Zhang Zhe.

Zhang Zhe's hands and feet were a little numb, and he couldn't hold the wine bowl in his hand. In fact, he didn't want to continue drinking.But when I thought about it, if he really dropped the wine bowl, it would be really troublesome if he broke the camera and the script, and then the salary should not be deducted!

Just a few bowls of rice wine!Done!
Zhang Zhe drank it in one gulp again, and everyone gave a good drink.

"Here comes the poem, here comes the poem!" A few scholars supported him and kept asking for poems.

"Hey, I said it, there are all kinds of poems!" Zhang Zhe supported his uncle who had finally squeezed back, and read the poem again loudly.

"Ashamed to tie a pendant to the bright window, wearing clothes and a mirror to shine darkly. Raising hatred and black magpies to make noise, getting out of the elephant bed in silence."

Several scholars laughed when they heard the poem: "Erlang is a man of temperament, so he must be my friend!"

Although Meng Chuansheng also thought the poem was good, it was just a little too flamboyant for his sister-in-law. It seems that this sister-in-law is not usually An Sheng.

He winked, and immediately a clever servant brought a bowl of hangover soup as wine and handed it to Meng Chuansheng.

"Come on, good sister-in-law, come in after drinking this bowl." Meng Chuansheng almost pinched Zhang Zhe's nose and poured it down for him, then secretly whispered in his ear, "Make a good song!"

very sour!After Zhang Zhe drank a bowl of hangover soup, his mouth and brows almost wrinkled together.

Then he saw the unhappy micro-expression of the brother who played his uncle.

Do a good song?
Zhang Zhe turned his mind, and immediately thought of the most serious makeup reminder poem.

"I don't know what evening it is, so I urged the balcony to get close to the mirror stand; who knows that a hibiscus will grow in the water, and a branch will bloom in the bronze mirror." This is a famous poem from the monk Jiadao of the Tang Dynasty, so it is serious enough!
"It turns out that the good poem is here! It must be forced by my uncle, hahaha, this poem is wonderful!" Several scholars applauded and laughed.

Meng Chuansheng nodded with a smile. This can be regarded as a serious and qualified poem. Well, it is an excellent reminder poem.

The egret with a red ribbon wrapped around his waist held up a veil to cover his face, and was urging the accountant at the door to write. She wanted to send the makeup reminder poem written by the new uncle to the girl as soon as possible.

Zhang Zhe was staggered in by the scholars. Immediately, servants from the Meng family came to lead the donkey, and took the middle-aged man and his son to eat and drink on the mat under the porch.

(End of this chapter)