The First Happy King of Zhenguan in the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 221
"No, that's not right, the poem you wrote was not about Mid-Autumn Festival at all, you fouled!" Under the gaze of everyone, Lu Qinghong's reaction was a little fierce, he stood up abruptly, and shouted to Li Muyun.

But this time Li Muyun didn't get used to him anymore, and said with a sneer: "The theme is Mid-Autumn Festival? When did Lu Shijun's memory become so bad? When he said it just now, he clearly said that the theme was the moon, or there is a moon in the poem. But, so many people present have heard it, is it possible that Lu Shijun wants to change his mind again?"

Lu Qinghong was stunned for a moment, but quickly said: "It is said that the question is based on the month, but who doesn't know that today is the Mid-Autumn Festival..."

"Mid-Autumn Festival is Mid-Autumn Festival, and the moon is the moon. It's like Lingtang is a woman, but women are not necessarily Lingtang. Is what I said right?" Li Muyun said leisurely, but the teasing meaning in his tone made everyone present I heard it clearly.

"You..." Lu Qinghong's eyes almost popped out of anger, but Li Muyun's other identity is from the third-rank caretaker, which is several levels higher than his assassin, which made him full of curse words It's stuck in my throat, but I can't speak it out.

"Okay, I finished my poem just now, now it's your turn. I believe Lu Shijun won't play tricks on you, right?" Li Muyun shrugged his shoulders as he looked at Lu Qinghong who was about to be pissed off by him. , looked at the people surrounding the main seat, and said threateningly.

Lu Qinghong also knew very well at this time that he would lose the first game no matter what, even if he forced himself to take out the poems he had prepared, it would be useless.If Li Muyun's second poem is not very good, I have three poems in my hand to compare with.

I have to say that Lu Qinghong's heart is really big. At this moment, he still thinks about Tian Ji's horse racing, so he doesn't want to think about it. Since Li Muyun can come up with such a poem, how can the second and third poems be so different.

But this guy is now blinded by jealousy, and he didn't realize that he was going further and further down the wrong path. At a certain moment, he was still dreaming about how he would humiliate Li Muyun if he lost. .

"Hey, can you do it? If you can, quickly take out your poem, if not, hurry up and drink." Wang Qing finally got a little impatient at this time, and said to Lu Qinghong with his eyes rolled.

As a young man, sometimes he is so impulsive, and it is often just a moment to admire a person and a very person.

Li Muyun's performance just now seemed so cool to Wang Qing, although he didn't know how to describe that feeling, but the inexplicable excitement made him almost forget who he was.

Wang Weiyi also seemed to think that as a guest, it was too much for Lu Qinghong to provoke Li Muyun without his consent, so he didn't intend to stop Wang Qing's words.

Between Lu Qinghong, Yu Zhining, and Li Muyun, he chose the latter. As for that trash from the Lu family... Forget it, let him fend for himself

Although it was embarrassing for Lu Qinghong to be scolded by a junior, Wang Weiyi was still sitting here after all, he couldn't get angry with Wang Qing, so he had no choice but to grit his teeth and admit defeat: "This is the first bet, Lu admits defeat." , grabbed the wine cup on the table, raised his head to mix the bitter tears, and swallowed in one gulp.

"That's right, a man, how can you break your word!" Wang Qing seemed to be talking to himself, but the voice was still loud enough for everyone at the table to hear clearly, and Lu Qinghong was almost caught He spat out a mouthful of old blood in anger.

"Muyun, come up with your second poem, just let me have a good time!" After all, Yu Zhining is still a gentleman, seeing that Lu Qinghong has already learned his lesson, he changed the topic and urged Li Muyun continue.

It's just that although a gentleman sometimes doesn't swear, that kind of ignorance makes Lu Qinghong feel even more annoyed. If it wasn't for the wrong occasion, he might be able to find a crack in the ground to get in now.

And Li Muyun was urged by Lao Yu, and he smiled wryly in his heart, thinking that I am not a poet, how can I write poems, and the poems I can recite now were taught in the school in the previous life , if it continues like this, it is estimated that sooner or later the bottom will be revealed!
"Brother Muyun, come on!" Just as Li Muyun was pondering, Su Ya, who was standing behind Yu Zhining, waved his small fist at him, her excited look seemed indescribably rare.

Well, it seems that we can only continue, Li Muyun sighed secretly in his heart, once again put on a pose of looking up at the starry sky at 45 degrees, lowered his head for a long time, looked at Lu Qinghong who was staring at him, and recited: "Liu Ma Xin crosses white jade." Saddle, the moonlight is cold on the battlefield after the battle. The sound of iron drums on the top of the city is still vibrating..."

By the last round, Li Muyun had already walked up to Lu Qinghong's side, squinting his eyes slightly, and said word by word in a voice so cold that his blood could freeze: "The golden sword in the box is not dry yet!"

With a sound of "Plop", following Li Muyun's voice, Lu Qinghong had already sat down on the ground, the cups and plates on the table fell off, and he looked very embarrassed.

However, Lu Qinghong couldn't care about these anymore. In his eyes, Li Muyun had turned into a god of killing at this time, and he was walking towards him step by step with a long knife still dripping blood in his hand. Rolling and crawling to hide, shouting while hiding: "Don't, don't kill me, don't kill me! Help, help, Xiaoyaohou killed, Xiaoyaohou killed!"

"Coax..." At this moment, all the people who were infected by the breath of the gold and iron horse just now laughed, only those students who followed Lu Qinghong from Xizhou all blushed, wishing they could stuff their heads into their crotches.

It's a shame, it's really a shame, how could I come to Shuozhou with such a team leader who can cause trouble but can't settle it, I'm afraid that the people of Xizhou will soon lose their face.

Wang Qing, Su Wanqing, and a few other young people who were not qualified to be seated were also very excited. They either had little knowledge, or didn't pay attention to poetry at all, so they didn't feel the pressure that Li Muyun brought to Lu Qinghong just now.

Only Wang Weiyi, Yu Zhining and a few other old fellows changed their expressions instantly, looking at Li Muyun as if they were looking at a monster.

Compared with the previous poem "Guan Shanyue", although the poem Li Muyun recited this time is much shorter, the aura of iron and blood killing is infinitely stronger than the one just now. I feel that I am facing a general who has just stepped off the battlefield.

This poem is no longer limited to the embellishment of words, it must be Li Muyun who is influencing the people around him with his own aura to make this poem have such momentum.

Who the hell is this guy?Why is there such a heavy murderous look on his body? Is this the same Li Muyun who had a playful smile on his face before?Yu Zhining acted like this.

However, right now is obviously not the time to ask this matter, and Yu Zhining also knows that if Li Muyun doesn't want to talk about it, he will definitely make up countless reasons to lie to himself, but the immersive feeling just now is really true. It's just a feeling, and it's not enough to be used as evidence to prove anything.

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At this moment, Lu Qinghong had already been helped up by the servant he had brought, and his face was ashen and defeated. At this moment, he clearly knew that he had lost, and he had lost even a chance of recovery.

This time's provocation was nothing more than shooting himself in the foot, not to mention offending Li Muyun to the death, even Yu Zhining and Wang Weiyi, the two old fellows, probably would have a grudge against him.

It was wrong, it was really wrong, if I knew it would end like this, I shouldn't have teased that kid at the beginning, I just pretended I didn't see him, why did it get so out of hand now.

Under repeated blows, Lu Qinghong finally sobered up and realized his mistake, but the mistake had already been made, even if he regretted it, he had no choice but to take one step at a time, and wait for an opportunity to solve this matter slowly in the future.

And just when Lu Qinghong regretted that he could not give himself a mouth, someone from below shouted: "Xiaoyaohou, there is one last poem, you can do it together!"

And this shout was like a stone stirring up thousands of waves, and in an instant countless people below shouted: "Make another song! Make another song!" As for Lu Qinghong, it seems that he has been forgotten by everyone.

This is really an embarrassing situation. If someone forced him to admit defeat or drink another glass of wine at this time, Lu Qinghong might feel better, but these people ignored him. What's more humiliating?
The old servant supporting Lu Qinghong obviously sensed the embarrassment of the atmosphere, and said in a low voice, "Master, my villain will help you go back and rest."

In the end, the old servant's kindness was once again regarded as a donkey's liver and lungs, and Lu Qinghong shook his head: "No, I won't go, I want to see what his third song will be!"

Want to see?I'm afraid I'll lose my life if I watch it any longer, right?The old servant who supported Lu Qinghong looked at his extremely ugly face, and really didn't know how to persuade him.

At this time, the students below were almost boiling, and the voices of "make another song" became louder and louder.

"Okay, then make another song!" Li Muyun was stimulated by this scene, and immediately forgot his idea of ​​saving some poems as seeds, raised his head and drank the wine in the wine cup in his hand, and put the wine cup With a throw, he looked up to the sky and screamed: "In Qin Dynasty, the moon was bright and in Han Dynasty, the people of the Long March have not yet returned. But let the dragon city flying generals stay, and don't teach Huma to go to the Yinshan Mountains."

"Pfft..." Li Muyun's voice fell, and Lu Qinghong sprayed a mouthful of old blood for nearly three feet. He passed out instantly and fell limp in the old servant's arms.

(End of this chapter)