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As everyone handed over the poems one after another, the scene suddenly became noisy and they were talking about each other.

When Yang Fan was about to refuse, he looked up at Fang Yiai and the others' eyes that were unexpected, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

"Oh, forget it, one sheep is also put, two sheep are also put, let's copy another one."

But he didn't know that just like cheating, there was only a difference between zero and countless times.

After reading all the poems in my mind, I finally decided to use "Pipa Xing" written by Bai Juyi, just pick some of the poems.

After all, Bai Juyi's Pipa Xing also describes the helplessness, unhappiness and resentment of a daughter in the world, which is quite appropriate.

After much clamor, I came out, and I still hugged the pipa and covered my face.

The rotation axis is plucked for three or two, and before the tune is completed, there will be feelings.

The strings are covered with thoughts, which seem to express the unsuccessfulness of life.

He kept playing the letter of low eyebrows and continued to talk about the infinite things in his heart.

The big string is as loud as the rain, and the small string is as sharp as whispers.

The noise is noisy and complicated, and the big beads fall on the jade plate.

Tonight, I hear your pipa talking, like listening to the music of immortals, I have a brief moment of enlightenment.

Don’t even sit and play a song, and translate it as a pipa for you.

With the brush swing of a castrated version of "Pipa Xing" has been revealed on the rice paper. Bai Juyi's "Pipa Xing" has a total of 88 original poems, and Yang Fan selected 16 of them.

Every time he finished writing a sentence, Li Jinghuan would read it softly. Although Cheng Chumo and others knew nothing about poetry, they also felt full of charm.

Looking at the thin gold-shaped calligraphy on rice paper, Yang Fan was quite satisfied. He took two years of homework when he was in college, but he didn't expect that he would have room to perform after traveling through time.

When I was elective in the school, I copied the thin gold style of Song Huizong. At that time, I learned it completely to show off my sister. In the end, the girl didn't get it, but she mastered her calligraphy, which was also considered an unexpected gain when he went to college.

However, his thin gold-style brush calligraphy has not reached a great success, but he can only be considered a small success. If he wants to reach the level of a master who started a sect, he has to immerse himself in it for at least ten years. However, he does not want to be a calligrapher, so of course he will not practice hard. He will basically have no hope in this life.

Seeing Yang Fan, he could write such a gorgeous poem, and the eyes were full of admiration. He had a look of admiration in his eyes.

As brothels, they are usually very lonely and lonely, and some poems that suit the situation are often used by them to express their feelings about the spring and autumn.

The pirated poem by Yang Fan happened to describe the unhappiness and helplessness of the daughter of the world, which made several prostitutes empathize with each other and even sobbed softly.

Yang Fan didn't know how to comfort this situation, even if he sticks out his tongue, it would not change the fate of these people.

As a legal place in this era, brothels have no ability to change this status quo. This is determined by the background of the times, so in the end they can only sigh slightly.

The mood, which was a little joyful, suddenly became boring.

"Good...What a good poem." Fang Yiai praised with a smile on his face.

Putting down the pen, Yang Fan picked up the wet wipes beside him and wiped his hands and asked, "Brother Yi Ai actually understands poetry? Then tell me, what's the best about this poetry?"

Her face turned red with her mouth, Fang Yiai stammered and didn't know how to answer, which made the prostitutes beside her burst into tears and laugh.

Fang Yiai's eyes turned and pretended to be unfathomable: "Brother, you look down on me. Although I can't write poetry, I can still tell the quality of poetry."

Cheng Chumo and others laughed and joked: "If you don't even know a few big words, you can tell the quality of poetry. Who believes it?"

Fang Yiai was anxious and said in a buzzing voice: "Of course I know. Brother Yi Shan's poem has just finished reading it, and these women are crying to death. Isn't this a good poem? I have never seen anyone who can make people cry immediately after writing a poem."

His answer left Cheng Chu speechless.

Well, Yang Fan was a little surprised. Fang Yiai, who seemed straightforward and stupid, observed so carefully and reacted so quickly. It was rare!

Yes, no matter what kind of poetry it is, good poetry is the simplest truth.

If writing poetry is just for the purpose of rigorous lyrics and gorgeous lyrics, what is the meaning of writing poetry?

Of course, Changsun Chong and Dou Fengjie, who have been paying attention to Yang Fan's strangeness, know about them.

At Changsun Chong's suggestion, Dou Fengjie acted as a thorn again and yelled at Fang Yiai: "Fang Lao Er, I didn't expect that you will become capable after a few days. You can't write poems and no one will say about you, but you don't have to vent your anger on these prostitutes, right? If you are really afraid of embarrassment, or if you write a poem for you, you will treat it as a gift to the beggar."

Hearing Dou Fengjie's sarcastic words, it would be fine if it was the past, but now that he has poetry in hand, Fang Yi loves and is confident, so he replied unwillingly: "It's really a dog who is worried about rats. Who said we haven't written a poem?"

Dou Fengjie was stunned for a moment, and immediately laughed: "I won't write a nonsense liquor poem, right? Lord Chu and the others don't have time to see your messy things."

Fang Yiai was angry but said with dissatisfaction: "Who wrote a lilac poem? If you have the ability to make a bet, whoever loses is called grandpa..."

Seeing Fang Yi so confident, Dou Fengjie was afraid of being cheated again and was a little hesitant.

At this time, Changsun Chong looked at Fang Yiai unexpectedly and said contemptuously: "You guys can write poems, because they are afraid that the sun will really rise from the west. Could it be that someone would ask for a writer?"

"Haha, Brother Changsun is such a bad word. There is a saying that this scholar should look at him with admiration after three days of separation. Perhaps these elm bumps suddenly became erect?" Xu Zhang stood up next to Changsun Chong and teased with a smile.

"These guys are okay to fight..."

Then many people next to him laughed out loud as the instructions.

Fang Yiai looked angry and stood up with a slap in the desk and said, "You don't want to be proud of Changsun. Others are afraid of you, but you are not afraid. Do you believe it or not, and you can cry and call your mother and father."

Xiao Shiyun obviously noticed the situation on their side. Seeing Changsun Chong and the others who were deliberately looking for trouble, she couldn't help but frowned slightly, but seeing that Chu Suiliang didn't even say anything, of course she couldn't say anything.

Yang Fan raised his eyebrows and felt a little unhappy. He really didn't expect that Changsun Chong was so stingy. Since he wanted to find fault, Yang Fan would of course not be polite.

He stopped Fang Yiai who was about to rush out with his hands and said slowly: "Brother Yiai, don't get angry. Will you bite the dog back if you bite you?"

These words made Xiao Shiyun cover her mouth and laugh, while Changsun Chong and others' faces turned ashen.

Changsun Chong has always pretended to be a gentleman, so of course he didn't know how to curse people. He could only point at Yang Fan tremblingly and cursed: "Zhu Zi, you are simply too vulgar! We have been well-read poetry and books since we were young, and we restrained ourselves with gentlemen's actions from beginning to end. If we talk about martial arts and swords, we are naturally no match for you."

This statement is beautiful, meaning that we are scholars, we talk about truth, and we can compare poetry with our ability.

This made Yang Fan amuse himself. This kid would not have any tricks in his mind. He had learned Tang poetry and Song lyrics, but there were hundreds of them. Isn’t that asking for abuse?

Seeing Yang Fan's smile, Changsun Chong thought he was guilty. When he was proud, he saw Yang Fan's face turned solemn and replied in a deep voice: "As you wish..."

Seeing the scene a little nervous, Zhu Suiliang whispered to the madam next to him for a while.

The madam nodded understandingly and stood up and said, "Since all the talents have disputes, in order not to hurt the harmony, they should open a stall according to the old rules so that all the talents can participate. I wonder what everyone thinks."

Of course, everyone cheered loudly, which was simply watching the fun without any extravagance. Of course, this is also a way for literati to handle disputes.

To put it simply, it is actually gambling. It is a bit like buying horses in modern society, but it is different.

In addition to writing all the names of the people who are favored and indicating the compensation ratio, this kind of stall can also allow controversial people to bet separately.

For justice, the dealer is generally selected by everyone, and here, it is of course Piaoxianglou.

This made Changsun Chong very alert, but it was already difficult to get out of the way. As soon as the madam finished speaking, he rushed to say: "The poems can only be used as a battle with just written ones, and they cannot be plagiarism or ghostwriter, otherwise they will lose!"

After hearing the explanation, Yang Fan laughed secretly. Isn’t this giving him money? But in ancient times, when gambling and pornography were too ugly, this kind of stall was indeed interesting.

Finally, Piaoxianglou distributed a compensation ratio.

Changsun Chong: 1 compensation 0.5 times

Cui Pu: 1 compensation 0.5 times

Lu Kangping: 1 compensation 0.5 times

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Yang Fan: 1 compensation of 20 times.

Changsun Chong, Cui Pu and Lu Kangping were ranked first, while Yang Fan was at the bottom.
Chapter completed!