The Summoning World of the Great Qin Empire

Chapter 1833 Not pretending is better than not killing
"Li Bai! Ha——" Sima Xiangru's face was ashen, and he looked at Li Bai in a daze, "You are that Taibai general Li Bai? It is said that your articles once made me madly pursued by women in Qin State. Someone once wanted to see you. Forced by jumping off a building?"

Li Bai waved his hand indifferently: "Small meaning, trivial meaning, articles and poems are all trivial things, you can write them easily, do you want this thing? I can wholesale it!"

"Pfft——" Sima Xiangru's old blood welled up in his heart, and he looked at Li Bai frantically, "No! I don't believe that you have the ability to write a poem on the spot, which is the same as mine. I believe you!"

Li Bai had a belch, and was already three points drunk. He glanced at Sima Xiangru contemptuously, and shouted: "Here comes the pen!"

The coachman yelled: "Good!" Turning around, he walked into the carriage, took out the desk, and threw the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on it casually. Li Bai got some wine in the inkstone, and the coachman knelt on the side of the desk, grinding the ink carefully. .

Li Bai was already drinking a little too much at this time, and his hand holding the pen was trembling. He looked at Sima Xiangru and laughed, "Boy, what's your name?"

"Sima Xiangru!" Sima Xiangru looked at Li Bai frantically.

Li Bai hiccupped several times in a row, and then said tremblingly: "Okay, you want to write about beauties, right? Watch!"

When the words fell, Li Bai wrote: "Yun Xiang's clothes are beautiful..." Sima Xiangru just missed the past, and when he was about to read it, Li Bai shook his head, and there was another big belch—"Uh— "

The sour taste rushed all over Sima Xiangru's face.

"Wow--"

Sima Xiangru immediately retched, and immediately took a few steps back, raised his face, and saw Li Bai's smug smile—"Hey, it was on purpose!"

In between, Li Bai continued to write: "The spring breeze blows the threshold of Revlon!"

Sima Xiangru's eyes showed a strange look, and he looked at Li Bai with his mouth open.

"If it weren't for the meeting at the top of Qunyu Mountain, I would meet Yaotai under the moon!"

"Bah!"

The writing brush fell on the desk.

"Yun wants to look like clothes and flowers, and the spring breeze blows on the threshold to reveal Hualong. If it hadn't been seen on the top of Qunyu Mountain, I would have met Yaotai under the moon."

Sima Xiangru knelt down in front of Li Bai with a "dang", and said in a low voice, "Master, I am willing to worship you as my teacher! Please accept my three respects!"

"Damn mentally retarded! Get out!" Li Bai jumped up suddenly, kicking the inkstone away, and the ink flew all over Sima Xiangru's face.

Sima Xiangru looked at Li Bai with a puzzled expression on his face, and Li Bai said loudly: "Unlucky! What is it that deserves to worship me, Li Taibai, as a teacher? You really think highly of yourself! You drank too much today, and your skills are not flexible. I was kowtowed by you successfully."

After saying this, Li Bai turned around and left. The coachman looked at Sima Xiangru with contempt, and said sarcastically, "Boy, aren't you very capable? Why don't you go to heaven? Show me God!"

"How is it possible! How is it possible!" Sima Xiangru looked at Li Bai Juechen's carriage.

Not far away, a show car passed by, and a beautiful girl showed her head on it, seeing Sima Xiangru's distressed appearance, with a seductive mouth, she said in amazement: "Mr. Sima, why are you doing this? "

When Sima Xiangru heard the voice, he looked up in astonishment, and it was so nice to meet the beautiful woman in the carriage, and he was even more ashamed.

This beauty is exactly that Zhuo Wenjun!

After Xiuche heard this, a well-dressed maid sat down, threw the embroidered handkerchief in her hand on the ground in disgust, looked at Sima Xiangru grasping the dirty paper from the battle in a daze, with disgust in her eyes: "This is my home The big girl rewarded you, use it to wipe your face, don't write articles and write like crazy!"

"No!" Sima Xiangru shouted loudly: "How could there be such a person in the world? How could there be such a person!"

The maid was startled by Sima Xiangru's sudden madness, she quickly turned around and took a few steps back, glared at Sima Xiangru with fiery almond eyes, then turned around and walked quickly, thinking about the carriage.

"Yunxiang's clothes are beautiful, Xiangrong's clothes are beautiful, and Revlon is blowing in the spring breeze. If I don't see you at the top of Qunyu Mountain, I will meet you at Yaotai!"

The maid's quick footsteps stopped for a moment, Yan Ran turned her head, and asked in disbelief, "You? No! Sir? No! Young Master, Young Master, are you talking about me?"

"This—" Zhuo Wenjun on the carriage also heard this poem, couldn't help talking to himself, and said foolishly: "Yun Xiang's clothes are gorgeous, Yun Xiang's clothes are flowery, and the spring breeze blows the threshold of Revlon... This ...How could there be such a beautiful sentence in this world? This... Yun Xiang's clothes... Hua Xiangrong..."

"Mr. Sima! Is it enough to get in the car?" Zhuo Wenjun got out of the car and warmly invited him. He felt in his heart that with such a talented person, how could Chun Wei not take the second place?
"Ahhhhh-"

At this time, on the road in the distance, a carriage was speeding up. The coachman stopped the carriage on the side of the road, jumped off, rushed to Sima Xiangru's side, looked left and right, and saw Sima Xiangru He stretched out his hand to snatch the piece of paper in his hand behind him, but he never expected Sima Xiangru to hold it in his bosom, and his aggrieved eyes looked like a little daughter-in-law.

The groom said angrily: "Bring it!"

"No!"

"Why don't you give it!" The coachman was furious, his beard and hair all stretched out.

Sima Xiangru: "Just don't give it! If you don't give it, you won't give it!"

"You—" the coachman gritted his teeth, put his left hand on his hip, and pointed with his right hand: "You are so shameless!"

"Hey! Who are you? How dare you insult Mr. Sima like this?" The maid who had previously disliked Sima Xiangru very much, her attitude suddenly took a 180-degree turn.

The coachman said with red eyes: "That's a poem written by my lord! Why does this kid carry it on his body? Will he say that this poem belongs to him? How shameless?"

"Ah?" The maid was stunned, and Zhuo Wenjun was also stunned.

"Uncle, what do you mean to say that this song Yun Xiangyi Hua Xiangrong was written by your master?"

The coachman said angrily, "Who's the uncle? I'm only in my early thirties this year, and it's just the beginning of a man's great youth!"

"Uh—" the maid froze.

"You said that this poem was written by your master, what proof do you have?" Zhuo Wenjun came from behind and looked at the coachman with an uncanny expression on his face.

The coachman proudly said: "What else do you need to prove? Do you know who my master is?"

"What a breath!" Zhuo Wenjun said displeased: "Could it be that your master is Li Bai who is known as the number one poet in my dynasty!"

"Yo!" The coachman was amazed, rubbed his hands and said with a silly smile: "You are really right about this fairy-like beauty, my lord is Li Bai."

"Really?" Zhuo Wenjun said in surprise, "I just don't know where your lord is now?"

"Here—" the coachman pouted towards the carriage, "My lord is on the carriage."

(End of this chapter)