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Chapter 58 Playing tricks (first update please collect and recommend)
Li Xiangbai's position was exactly in a straight line with Zhang Twelve's corner, and he could see it when he looked up.

Seeing that boy who insulted him was cruising beside the three stunning beauties at the moment, Li Xiangbai was so angry that his tooth hurt. This boy is a rascal, why did he get the favor of those three women?

Could it be that the girl in Liangzhou City likes this kind of person now?
Li Xiangbai looked at Qin Yutong beside him, then at his elegant state in a beautiful robe, and finally glanced at Zhang Twelve's ruffian and hooligan appearance, and he suddenly felt that Yalishan was big.

Let him become that kind of hooligan, it's really hard for him...

Then Hou Junting had already seen Li Xiangbai's abnormality, and said to him with a smile: "Brother Li, I am a scholar, why should I be angry with such a servant who has no talent and no morals?"

"That's what I said, but when did I, Li, suffer such insults?"

"Brother Li, why don't you think about it, that person must be afraid of confronting you with his poems, so if we argue with this servant, it will not stain our identity, besides, what are you here for this time, forget Yet?"

How could Li Xiangbai forget!

The last time he came to Liangzhou, he fell in love with Qin Yutong at first sight. He thought that he would win her heart by deliberately giving up the leader to Qin Yutong, but he didn't know that Qin Yutong didn't like this when he flattered a horse's leg, so he was saddened. leave alone.

After a year, he came again, and learned the lesson from last time, this time he must compose a good poem to suppress Qin Yutong.

Don't you just like men who are stronger than you?Then I will satisfy you!
Seeing that you are ignoring labor and management now, wait until you are taken down, and see how labor and management play with you, haha...

Who would have thought that Li Xiangbai looked at Qin Yutong so tenderly, but thought so vulgarly in his heart, his human face and animal heart are indeed true...

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Li Xiangbai exchanged glances with Hou Junting, and then said, "Brother Hou, I think other people have already started writing lyrics, why don't we start too?"

"That's right, I have exactly that intention!"

The two looked at each other and smiled, tacitly.

It turns out that Hou Junting was specially invited by Li Xiangbai this time to be a "player". He used his name as a Jinling talent to create momentum first, and asked him to write a good poem to stun others first, and finally let him write a better poem. Strong entry.

Thinking of this, Li Xiangbai couldn't wait...

Hou Junting smiled, he didn't know when he had an extra folding fan in his hand, he shook it lightly a few times, looked at the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, rolled his eyes, and said softly:

"Green clouds cut leaves, low guard gold chips.

Accounting for the reputation of broken flowers, fragrance and rhyme, two clean.

Desperate to win.

Jun heard that he came to leave.

Try the fairy clothes still worn, Jintinglu, Yujieyue. "

"good words!"

As soon as Hou Junting finished reading, Li Xiangbai applauded. He was afraid that others would not know, so he clapped and shouted to the surroundings, wishing that everyone would hurry over.

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Li Xiangbai seemed to have great potential as an actor, and his performance was quite realistic, at least Qin Yutong didn't see anything unusual.

Qin Yutong himself loves poetry, and now that he heard this high-quality Mid-Autumn Festival poem, he actually forgot the unhappiness before, and immediately raised his interest.

This poem is the first sad Mid-Autumn Festival appreciation poem. It uses the scene to express emotions and describes it very well. But looking at Hou Junting's current mood, how can there be any unhappiness and sadness?
So in Qin Yutong's view, the composition of this poem is actually a bit contrived.

Although Qin Yutong admired Hou Junting to some extent, she always felt that he was showing off his literary talent. She smelled the faint fragrance of osmanthus, stomped on lotus steps, and read slowly:

"Dark, light luteal body and soft nature, the trace of love is far away, only the fragrance remains.

Why light blue and deep red, it is the best among flowers.

Mei Ding is jealous, Ju Ying is ashamed.

The mid-autumn festival is crowned by drawing the flank.

Sao people can be ruthless and think about what they didn't receive back then. "

Qin Yutong's poem has a unique style, that is, it uses discussion to enter the poem and expresses feelings, saying that although osmanthus fragrans is light and dark in color, it has a gentle and soft disposition, with its own feelings sparse and light, and it has traveled far away in the mountains, but the rich fragrance often lingers on people. , both the rhyme and artistic conception are much more beautiful than Hou Junting's.

But if you really want to argue, although Qin Yutong's Ci is better, but it is also for composing, and the melancholy expressed in this Ci is not much better than Hou Junting.

But Qin Yutong was playing at home after all. As soon as this word came out, all the talents and beauties around applauded, not only that her word was really good, but also because Hou Junting was a foreigner. With one head, wouldn't it mean that there is no one in Liangzhou?

So those talented girls admired Qin Yutong very much, and they all said respectfully: "Miss Qin is really talented, and she really deserves the title of Liangzhou's number one talented girl!"

Qin Yutong just smiled faintly, she was not a showy person at all, standing in the sweet-scented osmanthus forest, her white shirt was blown by the breeze, her eyebrows were picturesque, her lips were like peaks, that faint smile, her tranquil temperament, reflected the Looking at the blossoming sweet-scented osmanthus, it is even more glamorous and indescribable, and the talented scholars around are crazy.

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The gifted scholars and beauties who were still around Zhang Twelve's side just now went to watch Qin Yutong and the others compose lyrics, so it's rare to be free here.

Because there were two talented men and one talented woman at the table, the two poems were praised by everyone when they came out. At this time, Lin Zimo took the two poems from the servant and read them out in front of everyone.

After reading it, Lin Zimo smiled faintly and said, "Young Master Hou is indeed a Jinling genius! I have heard that Jinling is outstanding, and there are many talented men and beautiful women. When I saw Young Master Hou today, I really deserved my reputation. But—"

As soon as the subject changed, Lin Zimo smiled and said: "Miss Qin, the title of the most talented woman in Liangzhou is not called for nothing. According to my concubine, the two poems are different and have their own merits, but I only choose one. If so, I personally feel that Miss Qin won, what do you all think?"

"Miss Qin, Miss Qin!"

The cheers of the crowd had already answered Lin Zimo, after all, what people wanted.

Lin Zimo took another look at Hou Junting, and seeing that there was no sullen expression on his face, he felt relieved.

After all, they are in the service industry, and they point to these talented and beautiful women to give them money, so they must not be offended.

"Young Master Hou, what do you think?"

"Miss Qin's words are elegant and gentle, which is indeed much better than the next one, and Miss Zimo's comments are even more appropriate, Hou is completely convinced!"

After finishing speaking, he cupped his hands at Qin Yutong and Lin Zimo.

This action has attracted a lot of fans for him, and the crowd has already started talking about it, and even some young girls who have not left the cabinet have secretly agreed to give him monkeys...

(Do you want to guess, what awesome Mid-Autumn Festival poem Zhang Twelve is about to write to slap his face?
I guessed that I added ten more chapters, and I have saved manuscripts, so I am so willful!Don’t talk about this chapter, comment alone, I can’t guess if I can give a reward

shy shy shy. . . . )
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