Need for Uncle

Chapter 18

No.17 Chapter Challenge [Part [-]]

For Qianyue's unladylike appearance, Ma Xiaoshuai just laughed it off and ignored it.

"let's start."

"Humph……"

After losing a round, Qianyue couldn't hide her anger, what she really thought in her heart was written on her face, and she was even more angry when she heard Ma Xiaoshuai's so-called tone. Ma Xiaoshuai.

"Scholar, come out."

As soon as the words were finished, a young man dressed as a scholar walked out of the crowded crowd again, with a folding fan in his hand, and his clothes were quite bright, with a polite smile on his not-so-handsome face, he stepped forward and slightly cupped his hands .

"The son is polite"

Although I don't like the bullshit and sour etiquette in this world, after all, it is an expression of respect from the opponent. Youdao is friendship first and competition second. No matter where you are, don't you have to pay attention to demeanor.

Because of this, Ma Xiaoshuai returned the salute reciprocally.

"Assignment and acceptance."

"Okay, don't be sour."

Qian Yue held back her anger, and when she saw Ma Xiaoshuai's hypocrisy, she wished she could get kicked with the soles of her shoes.

"This sentence is more than poetry, and one sentence will determine the winner."

Young Master Qianqian nodded, and cast a questioning look at Ma Xiaoshuai, as if asking for advice.

"Okay, who's asking the question?"

Ma Xiaoshuai shrugged his shoulders indifferently. Although poetry is not his strong point, Unlucky Young Master has a lot of ready-made memories in his mind. Besides this aspect, he himself also has a lot of memories about poetry in his previous life. 5000 years of essence precipitation, even if I don't get much inheritance, it should be enough to fool this group of 'aliens'.

"For the sake of fairness, the topic is decided by the villagers present, and the final result is also decided by the villagers."

Ma Xiaoshuai shrugged, indicating again that he had no objection.

The group of passers-by with nothing to do around them, with the mentality of watching the excitement, watched such a new thing as the street competition just to have fun. Who would have imagined that there would be an interactive session, and the two sides of the competition even invited themselves to join, which is a good thing what.

Ever since, the crowd blew up again, no matter whether there was ink in their stomachs or not, they were unwilling to be lonely and started discussions, and the already congested streets became noisier for a while.

"If you want me to see that, it's the beginning of spring now, so let's use spring as the title."

"What's so good about spring? In my opinion, flowers..."

"Wouldn't it be better to use a beauty as the title..."

"use……"

This group of passers-by, who were unwilling to be lonely and wanted to show their hand, insisted on their own opinions and refused to give in to each other. After a long time, there was no unified result. Seeing this situation, Ma Xiaoshuai and the others were also in trouble, especially Qianyue who wanted to liven up the atmosphere. At this time, Jing couldn't get in her mouth at all, and looked at the chattering crowd, feeling extremely embarrassed for a while.

"Quiet, what's the noise, I shut up!"

An angry scolding came from one side, but it suppressed the discussion that was becoming more and more intense. Everyone looked in the direction of the sound, each with a look of dissatisfaction.

Ma Xiaoshuai moved in the same way, and was a little curious about who it was.

The flow of people slowly dispersed from the direction of the voice, and an ordinary-looking middle-aged man walked out. From the appearance of his attire, he should have a dignified appearance, but what was very different from his attire was the face that was full of arrogance and arrogance. , and that arrogance that can be smelled from ten miles away.

"What does it look like to be noisy, I'm full."

An amazing word!
The middle-aged man's arrogant expression and arrogant tone gave everyone the image of a villain. Most of the people present were leisurely people in the market, and they still had the ability to read words and demeanor. Anyone with a discerning eye would know this elegant middle-aged man He is not a good person, so he was smart and didn't say anything, but Qianyue at the side let out a sigh of relief, and looked at the strange uncle in front of him curiously.

"Where did you come from again?"

Hearing the words, the elegant man rolled his eyes lightly at Qianyue, and picked up the purple sand teapot in his hand without haste.

"Girl from Qian's family, I haven't seen you for many years. You still look so modest. It seems that Mr. Qian is too fond of you, the palm star."

Qianyue was taken aback when she heard the words.

"Who are you?"

"Who am I?"

The refined man pursed his lips, and didn't look at Qianyue, who was puzzled and displeased, "In terms of seniority, you still have to respectfully call me Uncle Sheng!"

uncle! ? ?
Qianyue's head was full of question marks, and she was about to ask a question, but unexpectedly, the elegant man took the first step.

"I just passed by here. I saw that you guys were having a lot of fun, so I came to get in on it. It's all right now. Go on, go on."

Passers-by including Qianyue and Ma Xiaoshuai all rolled their eyes, we are going on, didn't you interrupt me!
"What? No one asked a question, so I'll just say it?"

The elegant middle-aged man patrolled around seemingly nonsense, and smiled lazily.

"My topic is not difficult, I use people as poems!"

"Using people as poetry?"

Ma Xiaoshuai, who had been eyeing this middle-aged man who turned out to be born, finally spoke.

"Yes, an old friend of mine, now in the countryside, usually likes to grow some peach blossoms, as a human being, how should I put it, he is free and easy, well, he is similar to me, and he also likes to drink, so I use him as a poem to praise that guy who is idle and wild. How about a leisurely life?"

The crowd exploded again, but the center of this discussion was surprisingly consistent.

It seemed to be quite novel, that Mr. Pian Pian also nodded in agreement, while Ma Xiaoshuai, with the mentality of getting things done as soon as possible, wished that things would end sooner, so he agreed.

"Okay, let's use this person as a poem."

Qianyue waved her hand grandly, and said the final word with a happy face.

Young Master Pian Pian looked at Ma Xiao Shuai, and said: "Young Master, you should come first."

"Okay."

Maybe it was because of the scholar's many times of courteous treatment, Ma Xiaoshuai is not good at giving people a cold face, but he didn't make any excuses, and the smiling respondent was thinking about it at the same time, searching for poems about this aspect from his memory.

Got it! !
"Then you're welcome."

Ma Xiaoshuai took a few steps forward, looked around, took a deep breath, and looked at the mountains in the distance:

Peach Blossom Temple in Taohuawu, Peach Blossom Fairy under Taohua Temple;
Peach Blossom Immortal planted peach trees, picked peach blossoms and sold them for wine.

If you wake up drunk, you only sit in front of the flowers; if you get drunk, you will sleep under the flowers;
Half awake and half drunk day after day, flowers bloom year after year.

I hope that the old and dead flowers and wine are not willing to bow in front of the horses and horses;
Chess and horses are fun for the rich, and for the poor with wine and flower branches.

If the rich and the noble are compared with the poor and the humble, one is on the ground and the other is in the sky;

If the poor and the lowly are compared to a carriage and a horse, he has to drive me free.

When others laugh at me, I'm crazy, but when I laugh at others, I can't see through......

A Peach Blossom Temple by Tang Yin, a romantic and talented scholar of the Ming Dynasty.

No matter from the literal meaning or the deep meaning it contains, it fits the title very well, especially the free and easy life attitude of the idle clouds and wild cranes depicted is even more vivid. Ma Xiaoshuai made some deletions and changes to make the poem more in line with the title. It seems insignificant. If you think about it, even if you don't know this place, no one will ask about it.

clap clap clap! !

The middle-aged man applauded first, his eyes sparkling.

"Good, good, good poetry!!"

Since the meaning of this poem is relatively simple, it is enough to take care of ordinary people who are not very educated in the crowd, and most people can clearly understand the meaning of it. cheers.

"Master."

Dongfang Xueyu pulled Marshal Ma, and smiled cleverly, as if congratulating, but her eyes were full of pride.

"That's right, it's really good. It's many times better than those beasts in the brothel who pretend to be talented. This poem is really good. Although I'm a rough old man, I can still understand the meaning of it. Boy, I like this poem." Make a note, next time I see that friend, I will definitely sing to him."

The middle-aged refined man praised and praised him without hesitation, and Ma Xiaoshuai felt a little embarrassed.

"Don't dare, don't dare..."

"Hey, stop arguing!"

Qianyue jumped out angrily, with round eyes waiting for passers-by who were still clapping and cheering, because the meaning of the poem before was so simple that even she could understand the meaning in it, after seeing everyone's reactions, Even if she is a fool, she knows that this poem is really good, but she can't see others praising it so much, because she is in a competition now.

"And our side, don't forget, the scholar came out."

Mr. Pianpian, who is called a scholar, is still silent in that exquisite poem at this time. The layman watches the excitement, while the insider watches the doorway. He has read a lot of books since he was a child, and he has been with poetry, calligraphy and painting all day long. The beauty of the poem, I forgot the camp for a while, and was intoxicated by it.

"what?"

Qian Yue angrily kicked the idiot-like scholar in his eyes, causing Mr. Pian Pian to let out a soft cry.

"Hurry up!"

"Huh? This... this"

Xiu Cai's hand holding the folding fan was a little strained because of nervousness, and his face was also very unnatural.

"Hey! Forget it, miss, I admit defeat!"

In the end, the young scholar, who had been a diner in Qian's house for several months but was not appreciated for his talent, lowered his proud head and said dejectedly: "This poem is the most wonderful poem I have ever heard in my life. I can't beat a villain with little knowledge!"

"what!!??"

Qianyue exclaimed, clenched her teeth, and said in a serious tone, "Damn guy, useless thing!"

"Haha."

The middle-aged man laughed heartily, and said to passers-by: "It seems that Qianyue has conceded defeat? Do you have any opinions? If there is no objection, then this kid won this sentence?"

"No objection, the young master won..."

"Yes, yes, the young master won..."

"Victory..."

There is no doubt that Ma Xiaoshuai won another round, but it seems that the girl Qianyue said before that she won two out of three rounds, and now she has won two rounds, does that mean she has won?
"Hey? Where's that girl Qianyue?"

Ma Xiaoshuai thanked everyone one by one, only then did he realize that Qianyue had disappeared at some point.

Dongfang Xueyu covered her mouth with a chuckle, and said: "She, I know best, she must have left because she couldn't save face."

"Ah...hehe, this girl runs fast, and she doesn't give me a chance to be sarcastic."

Ma Xiaoshuai said with a smile, when the passers-by saw the result of the competition, they dispersed one after another, Ma Xiaoshuai also prepared to leave after seeing this scene.

Unexpectedly, at this time, the arrogant middle-aged man from before came over.

He still had that utter villainous attitude, but the expression on his face was much more cordial than before.

"Haha, Xueyu, right? You found a good husband and son-in-law."

"you are?"

Dongfang Xueyu showed doubts, obviously she was not familiar with this person who knew Qianyue and herself.

"Hehe, you didn't remember the last time I saw you, how could you remember?"

"Oh……"

Dongfang Xueyu nodded when she heard the words, but said nothing.

"Are you Xueyu's husband?"

The middle-aged man looked at Ma Xiaoshuai and asked.

"Yes."

"That's right, you are young and promising. I heard that the old Xiangguo intends to make you a court? It seems to be... from the military department, right?"

Ma Xiaoshuai's heart skipped a beat when he heard the words, and his smile disappeared. He was secretly on guard. Not many people knew about Dongfang Mu's plan to arrange for him to enter the imperial court, and it was impossible to tell the outside world about this kind of outrageous arrangement by direct descendants. How did the man know?And his identity, to be dismissive of his granddaughter who is the marshal of a country?What does he rely on?And what identity?
(End of this chapter)