Dejected!

Wasted!

Depressed!

Ma Xiaoyi collapsed on the chair, feeling hopeless.

Those who supported Cao Dongdong before were also silenced.

Literary fight?

Aren't you using your own shortcomings to attack the other's strengths?

Fighting is their destination!

The morale of the foreign relatives' party and the yamen party suddenly fell to the bottom.

It's over! It's over! When Zhang Fei saw their mournful expressions, he knew what was going on. He looked at the widow on the stage with longing and thought, beauty! We are really destined to have different fates!

He looked at Cao Dongdong again and cursed in his heart, you idiot!

Cao Dongdong also realized that he had made an unforgivable mistake. If he didn't play well, everyone would betray his relatives. Just when he didn't know what to do, he suddenly saw Zhang Fei staring at him. He had an idea and laughed and said: "What are you doing? Wen Let's fight with each other, we have Zhang San here, why should we be afraid?"

As soon as these words came out, Zhang Fei suddenly became the focus of the audience.

Ma Xiaoyi suddenly became energetic again, "Third brother, can you still recite poems and compose poems?"

"I...."

"It goes without saying that in court, Zhang San never relies on a literary fight to win. Could it be that he relies on a literary fight?"

Cao Dongdong spoke first.

Zhang Fei said: "Wait a minute, I am...!"

Cao Dongdong whispered: "Zhang San, my office has given so much money to help you take away the widow, don't you even have the energy to do it?"

My legs have been tied, my waist has been raised, and my tongue has been warmed up, but this is not for writing lyrics! Zhang Fei was about to cry without tears: "This is not...!"

As soon as the words were spoken, Han Pan and Fu Zhishuang had already arrived at their table.

"As long as one mouth opens for Su Wen Er's pen Zhang San, it can be used for hundreds of strokes. Today I, Han, really want to learn a lesson."

Han Pan slightly held his hand.

Ma Xiaoyi said: "Third brother, let them see what you are capable of."

"Wonderful! Wonderful! Today we also want to see what Zhang Sanlang can do."

"That's right! Zhang Sanlang, show us your hand."

...

No matter which side they came from, everyone started to make noise.

After all, Zhang Fei is the topic of the year this year, especially his mouth, which has left countless officials at a loss.

But litigation is not the mainstream after all, and poetry and poetry are what literati like to do.

This is what is considered true.

Only filing lawsuits is considered low-class.

Cao Dongdong tilted his head and said, "Come on!"

Fuck your sister! Zhang Fei waited for him angrily and thought, no wonder those male pigs on the Internet have to copy poems to show off. It turns out that they are all forced! But after all, they are not real materials, so don’t Drawing a tiger is no longer like a dog.

Let him fight the lawsuit until the end of time, and he is not dishonest!

But if I ask him to recite the poem correctly, it’s not that he doesn’t remember it, it’s just that it’s not his own. Will it be embarrassing if I take it out? The key is that we don’t have the temperament!

But when he looked at the widow, Zhang Fei felt that he had to give it a try and exchange a poem for a beauty. Where could he do this business?

He pondered for a while, then suddenly stood up and said contemptuously to Han Pan: "What are you going to do?"

Seeing that Zhang Fei really followed, Ma Xiaoyi was very excited. He poked Cao Dongdong with his elbow and said with a smile: "Brother is still smart, there will be a good show this time."

Cao Dongdong said hehey: "That goes without saying."

If he loses, it has nothing to do with him. He didn’t bid falsely!

Han Pan was very unhappy when he saw Zhang Feixun's arrogance. You, an Erbi person, dare to be arrogant in front of me, "You can do whatever you want."

Zhang Fei pretended to be deep in thought and said: "Today we want to be a beauty, so how about we compose a poem with the heart of a beauty?"

Han Pan asked in surprise: "The heart of a beauty?"

Zhang Fei nodded and said: "That's right! The title is this beauty. Let's write a song based on her thoughts. Let's see who can write a more feminine song."

"Wonderful! Wonderful!"

Suddenly I heard a crisp voice coming from the second floor, "Wonderful! Wonderful! This method of Saburo is really wonderful."

Everyone looked up and saw that the speaker was the singing prostitute named Cai Shi, and there were many singing prostitutes standing on the second and third floors, all looking forward to it.

He seems to be very interested in this gameplay.

Not only them, the other young masters also applauded, and Ma Xiaoyi even squatted on the chair, "It's really interesting to write women's lyrics."

Han Pan looked at Zhang Fei suspiciously, shook his head and said: "I have never composed lyrics like this, and I am not very good at it. If you can do it well and win the applause of all the ladies, then you will win."

Although these singing girls are far less talented than Li Qingzhao, they have been mixed in the ocean of poetry all year round, and their appreciation ability is first-class.

If they all cheer, it will definitely be a good song.

And it is absolutely fair for them to judge femininity.

"It's a deal."

After Zhang Fei said that, he walked towards the widow on the stage.

The widow had been standing on the stage in a daze, seemingly preoccupied, and completely unaware of their quarrel. When Zhang Fei came to her, she said, "I don't know her name."

"ah!"

The widow took a step back in fright.

Zhang Fei was stunned for a moment, was he so scary? Then he asked again: "I don't know your lady's name?"

The widow saw that Zhang Fei had no ill intentions, so she bowed and replied: "In response to your Excellency, my surname is high and my surname is Wenyin."

"Gao Wenyin."

Zhang Fei recited it in a low voice, and then said: "I heard that your respected husband just passed away for some reason. I wonder if that's the case?"

Gao Wenyin's eyes flashed with sorrow, and he nodded slightly.

Zhang Fei said again: "You must miss your late husband very much, right?"

A layer of mist gathered in Gao Wenyin's autumn eyes, and she nodded again.

Fu in the audience shouted bluntly: "Don't you want to write lyrics? Why are you asking?"

Zhang Fei smiled and said: "If I don't know his life experience, how can I write lyrics based on his heart? Do you think what I said is reasonable?"

“Very reasonable!”

Cao Dongdong responded immediately.

When he said this, Han Pan felt relieved, and based on the woman's experience, he composed a poem based on the woman.

The difficulty can be imagined.

He didn't believe that Zhang San still had such means.

Zhang Fei looked at Gao Wenyin again, and after a while, he suddenly chanted: "The mist is thick, the clouds are thick, and the day is endless."

There was sudden silence in the hall.

Han Pan frowned and thought to himself, this man is really talented!

This first sentence is not a quatrain, but the current weather and Gao Wenyin's demeanor at this time are perfectly integrated, and the description is vivid and vivid.

I heard Zhang Fei chant again: "Rui Nao sells the golden beast. It's the Double Ninth Festival. Jade pillow and gauze kitchen, it's cool in the middle of the night."

The geishas upstairs chanted along, nodding their heads with joy, and looking at Zhang Fei expectantly.

Even the widow Gao Wenyin couldn't help but silently raised her head.

Ma Xiaoyi's level of appreciation was not high, so he asked Fu Shichun: "Brother Chun, what do you think?"

Fu Shichun shook his head and said in surprise: "I didn't expect Zhang San to have such talent. It's really hard to tell what one looks like!"

Fu Zhishuang frowned and said, "It's the Double Ninth Festival again?"

Over there, Zhang Fei suddenly picked up a glass of wine from the nearby table and said: "After dusk, there is a faint fragrance filling the sleeves of the wine in Dongli. It's hard to be ecstatic. The west wind blows behind the curtains, and people are thinner than yellow flowers."

Gao Wenyin stared at Zhang Fei blankly, as if she didn't realize it, a tear slipped down her face, leaving a deep tear trail.

"Absolutely awesome!"

Fu Shichun immediately clapped his hands and exclaimed.

"good!"
To be continued...