"A Dou is the king, he is not enterprising and is incompetent and incompetent. He only knows how to fight cocks, crickets, and have fun with beauties in the harem. He does not know how to get close to wise ministers and distant villains. Even with famous ministers like Zhuge Kongming, it is useless. In the end, the Shu Han Dynasty falls into the hands of others, and he also leaves behind the jokes of "happy but not thinking about Shu" that have been passed down to later generations. Such a foolish monarch, such a king with no ambition, is actually called great wisdom. It is really a distortion of black and white, and it is difficult for a child to teach."

Zhou Xiaomo knew that this person was talking about him in the last sentence, so he turned around and happened to be looking at him.

This is a middle-aged thin scholar with long floating beards under his jaw, his eyes are slender and energetic, and his eyebrows are faintly filled with bookish temperament. He holds a teacup with his fair and powerful right hand, which makes people unforgettable at first sight.

At a few tables next to him, when they saw the middle-aged scholar teaching Zhou Xiaomo a lesson, they all felt that it was really relieved. They stopped their pens of writing poems and essays, cheered and cheered for the middle-aged scholar. They all looked forward to the scholar's reprimanding these two boys to blush and run away in panic.

Zhou Xiaomo was not angry, and nodded and bowed to the middle-aged scholar. The scholar was not like those people just now, with a sour smell when he spoke. When he talked about Liu Chan, he had a deep sense of blame.

When the scholar saw Zhou Xiaomo turn back and show his respect, he was not angry because of what he said just now. He was also slightly surprised. He has been impolite since ancient times, so he smiled slightly at Zhou Xiaomo.

"I'm in the next surname Zhou, how dare you ask me about your surname?" After a few days here, Zhou Xiaomo felt that he was actually quite decent when he was verbal. Perhaps every era has the temperament of each era. Such greetings may make people feel like pedantic and artificial in modern society. In this era, if you don't know how to say a few words, you will be treated as an alien.

Although more than 90% of the people in the Tang Dynasty spoke in vernacular language at this time, Zhihuzhe still penetrated into people's language bones.

The scholar arrived: "My surname is Zhong."

"It turns out it's Mr. Zhong, who is disrespectful!" Zhou Xiaomo saw the scholar surnamed Zhong alone and said, "Why don't you sit at the same table and talk to each other?"

Yun Yiren secretly pouted, looked at Zhou Xiaomo, and frowned.

The middle-aged scholar hesitated for a moment and sat next to Zhou Xiaomo, clasped his fists at Yun Yiren, and said, "I'm upset!"

Yun Yiren clasped his fists and smiled, "You are polite sir. I don't think he is a local. Are you staying here?"

The middle-aged scholar nodded and reached out to take the cup handed over by the servant, saying, "Who doesn't know that the annual lantern conference in Kuoshi County is coming soon. At that time, literati and scholars from all walks of life gather here, watching the lanterns and writing poems and paintings, so I will accompany my friends to appreciate the lanterns and poetry and paintings."

It seems that men like to come to brothels to have fun, especially in the most open dynasty in the feudal history of the Tang Dynasty. Men would rather stay in brothels than stay in inns.

Staying in brothels is a kind of elegant interest, feelings, romantic figures, and even talks with friends, and is also a tool for pretending. Just like people in the 21st century, who can't say "fuck" is not modern people.

"Miss Qingyu, I have already written my understanding of the love-bullshit. Please appreciate it."

A young man who looked like a scholar was dressed as a scholar and sat next to him said as he stood up and said softly to the direction of the curtain.

For a moment, everyone looked at him with envy. Everyone knew that the first person to write good poems would at least leave a good impression on Miss Qingyu.

The old lady in a civilian just walked out from behind the curtain, held a piece of paper in her hand, and said to the scholar, "This young master has a great name."

The scholar bowed and said, "Liu Yuxian, please give me the appreciation to Miss Qingyu."

The old lady in the civilian clothes held a pen in her hand and reached out to mark the paper.

A servant walked quickly to Liu Yuxian's table, reached out to take the manuscript, took it back, and handed it to the two old men sitting next to the table in front. One of the old men was slightly fat in a brocade dress, with white beard and kind-eyed eyes. The other was dressed casually, with a round rosy face full of smiles. He reached out to take the manuscript, and after a glance, he thought:

"The Lord of Shu drinks like a funnel, and sleeps in a car with a dazed look.

Suddenly I heard the crickets chirping on the roadside, and I opened my eyes and listened to my saliva.

Asking the driver to stop the level quickly, and catch the urn at the left and right speed.

If I run out of the car in three steps, I will get worms and crickets without breaking them.

The king asked if the dog and horse were happy, and said that he would not miss Shu in this joy."

The old man with round face shook his head slightly while reciting.

Liu Yuxian, dressed as a scholar, sat upright at the table, closing his eyes and comfortably, and with the gentle voice of the old man, he proudly stretched out his two fingers to tap the table. Next to him, there were several blue-clothed servants, each with fat heads and green hats. Seeing that the master was proud, he also agreed and shook his head, just like his young master was the top scholar in high school.

Is this a poem?

Zhou Xiaomo almost vomited a few mouthfuls of old blood.

Although he knows how to write poetry, he has never been asked by his teachers to write poetry in school. After all, the role of poetry and prose in modern society is not outstanding.

Therefore, he neither understands the starting style of poetry, nor does he understand such things as Zeze Pingping, Pingping and Zeping.

But even if you want to fool me, the poems you write must make me feel more comfortable.

Looking at the intoxicated appearance of the servants behind Liu Yuxian, Zhou Xiaomo could only hold a fan to cover his face and smile for a while. What kind of poem is this?

This is not even a limerick.

Yun Yiren was speechless.

The middle-aged scholar shook his head repeatedly. He was just unhappy because Zhou Xiaomo said that Liu Chan was very wise and stupid. At this time, he was too lazy to speak when he listened to this shitty poem.

After finishing reading the round-faced old man, he put the paper on the table and looked helplessly at the white-bearded old man beside him. Seeing that the other person was also looking at him, he smiled knowingly and nodded slightly.

It doesn't matter if the two old men nodded. Liu Yu first showed joy, and several servants in his family cheered in unison like a frying pot, with a huge momentum.

These two old men were famous local scholars specially invited by Zuili Qiankun Tower. They nodded, which means that the poems and essays written by Liu Yuxian just now are excellent works, so how can they not let the bullshit servants cheer?

A servant quickly walked to the table of the two old men, holding a few billiards with a proud look on his face, and asked a person next to him to copy the poems and essays of his son just now, and then the signatures of two great scholars in the county were written down. In the future, anyone else dared to say that his son's poems and essays could not be entered into the elegant hall.
Chapter completed!