Tanabata Diva Concert: Happy Breakup

Chapter 93: The pen is quite poisonous

In Xinyun Hotel, in the room, Jiang Ci sat in front of the computer, looking at the person's information, and felt a little sick in his heart.

Name Zhang Heng, male, aged 64 years old,
When I married my second wife some time ago, this news seemed to be on the hot search, old cows eat tender grass.Seeing the news, Jiang Ci was really impressed. As for the information on his second wife, Qiandu did not have it, and Jiang Ci did not want to check it.

Now all the hot searches for bibs are dominated by Jiang Ci's song "The Garden Is Not Worthy".
Jiang Ci opened his scarf,
A group of melon-eating people below were all smiling and commenting below.

There are even those who go too far and ask Jiang Ci to write another poem.
After all, from Jiang Ci's point of view, the people from the Poetry Association are really disgusting.

At the concert, he just read two lines of poetry casually, and he was criticized by people from the Poetry Association. Did I provoke you by riding a horse?

So he decided to add fire to the Poetry Association.

[The autumn wind is still there, and I have nothing to do. Here is a limerick @Poetry Association@VP Zhang Heng. Please appreciate it.

"Gift to Zhang Sheng"

The eighteenth bride, Gu Xilang,
Pale hair against red makeup.

The mandarin ducks are covered in double nights,
A tree of pear blossoms pressed begonia.

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"Here, let a class representative translate it. Damn it, it's so docile that I can't even understand what it means."

"Jiangci old thief, are you going to be on the hot search again?"

"Haha, Jiang Ci doesn't know that he is now the subject of public discussion."

"Upstairs, that's for sure, Jiang Ci has even been praised by the head of the Ministry of Rites."

"The meaning of this poem is probably a bride married to a 70-year-old bad old man. To put it simply, to put it bluntly, it means that the other party is shameless, and the old cow eats young grass."

"Damn it, upstairs, the little girl who is still married at the age of 70, does this horse-riding person still need to live?"

"Jiang Ci, the 64-year-old old man Zhang Heng, vice president of the Satirical Poetry Association, married a second wife some time ago."

"Ah, is the Poetry Association so rich? Does he have any money to pay the fine for marrying a second wife?"

"Ma De, it seems that the Poetry Association has enough oil and water. After all, if poetry is selected into the Ministry of Rites and included in the textbooks by the Ministry of Rites, the rewards will be very rich."

"In that case, Jiang Ci, hurry up and write a few more poems, and give it to the official wife."

"Haha, You Yuan has been nailed to the pillar of shame now, the garden is full of spring, and a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall. This time Zhang Heng has suffered again."

"Let's go, go and see the excitement under Zhang Heng's scarf. I really laughed to death. Haha,"

"A tree of pear blossoms presses the crabapple, Jiang Ci, the doggerel you think is much better than those guys from the Poetry Association."

The president of the Poetry Association is sitting in the spacious office, looking at the computer screen with blurred eyes. He is already very old, and one or two of the people under him are simply outrageous.

Especially the director of the Propaganda Department, You Yuan. If it weren't for him, why would the Poetry Association be attracting the attention of the whole people and being criticized by Jiang Ci without the ability to fight back.

Then his assistant came in and looked at the president of the Poetry Association, whose eyes were blank, and said, "President, Jiang Ci is wearing a scarf again. Take a look." She looked at the president with eyes full of worry.

After all, it is said that Wen Wu is the first, and Wu Wu is the second. Since ancient times, literati have killed people with their pens.

"Okay, is there any outsiders now? Don't call me president. Let me see what kind of masterpiece Jiang Ci has written."

"Grandpa, take a good look. I don't know when the Poetry Association will be in such a mess." The woman is tall, has a slender waist, and is more than [-] years old. She looks like a delicate flower.

The old man opened Jiang Ci's scarf and saw the poem he wrote,
"Hahahahaha, this little guy is so interesting. First, an eternal quatrain nailed You Yuan to the pillar of shame, and now another poem has made that old boy Zhang Heng feel ashamed. It's really interesting." The old man said His hair is covered with silver threads, but his mental state is exceptionally good.

"But isn't it a bit disrespectful for him to do this?" the woman asked anxiously,

"Really? Is what he said wrong? Aren't some people from the Poetry Association disrespecting their elders because of their age? They want to bully someone's younger generation?" The old man did not get angry because Jiang Ci wrote poems against their Poetry Association. angry.

"Hey, but I'm still a bit regretful that his poem "The Garden Is Not Worthless" was not included in the textbook by the Ministry of Rites. Otherwise, he would be rewarded with that poem." The old man knew that once selected Teaching materials, then the bonus can be said to be very generous.

"This little guy's talent doesn't stop here. Our country in China is very lacking in this kind of ancient poetry." After the old man finished speaking, his eyes lit up, and then he thought of something. He looked at his granddaughter and asked: "Tongtong , do you think I should go out and respond to him personally and see what poems he would use to criticize me? This little guy is not afraid of heaven or earth."

"Don't, grandpa, you must not end in person." The girl named Tongtong was shocked, she was really afraid that Jiang Ci would write another quatrain from the ages and come out to hate her grandpa be hospitalized.

Isn't You Yuan a lesson from the past? That guy is still in the hospital. According to the doctor, that guy was sent to the hospital because of Jiang Ci's poem. Why is he in such a hurry?

"Okay, but don't tell me yet. This guy's pen is very poisonous. He sent You Yuan to the hospital directly. This is the real killing without blood. But if he doesn't write poems well, he goes to the music world. Development." The old man shook his head, he couldn't understand Jiang Ci's brain circuit.

The woman also nodded, "This person is really a weirdo, and he is not afraid of offending people. He made his debut at the peak, and sent more than 1000 people to prison some time ago. This has never happened before. He even wrote a science fiction article. Now the number of likes from netizens has exceeded No.2 more than ten times."

The old man nodded,
"Grandpa, don't worry. I feel that there are always some people in the Poetry Association who can't sit still. Those who stand out, you must not end up personally." The woman is really worried that Jiang Ci will write another poem that will be famous throughout the ages. The old man rushed to the hospital.

"Okay," the old man smiled, looking at his granddaughter with loving eyes.

At this moment, in the office of the vice president of the Poetry Association, Zhang Heng's eyes were darkened. He was already old and had many things to do and was beyond his ability. After all, he had indeed married another beautiful wife.

So the recent visits to the Poetry Association are almost always half a cup of wolfberry in a thermos.

When he saw Jiang Ci's scarf on the Internet, his eyes turned black, and he felt a coolness filling Tianling Gai.

This limerick alone can make his old cow eating young grass notorious forever.

Scholars almost want to be famous forever, and no one wants to be infamous for a long time, let alone being sent a poem.

He gritted his gums, he was naturally unconvinced, because he borrowed his student's poems before and was used by the Ministry of Rites, and won a large bonus, and then he had money to marry the second wife, and now the netizens used it to match Jiang Ci's The first poem was like a murderous knife, stabbing and stabbing at his body.

He sits in front of the computer,

That being the case, then don't blame me for being rude, there is a burst of hatred in the eyes.

@江ci,·····
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(End of this chapter)