"Brother Yu, listen to me. From now on, the Tianluo Conference will be like this. It will definitely become more lively every year!"
Watching the dancers dancing enthusiastically in the center of the Tianluo chessboard, Yan Chu showed a man's social smile.
Qianji Yuge rolled her eyes at Yan Chu: "If you really follow what you said and invite these dancers every year, I'm afraid our Tianluo Conference in Tianshui Prefecture will soon be banned."
"No way, are you all so conservative?"
"The Tianluo Conference is a formal occasion. If you hadn't fully invested in it this time, how could I have acted so randomly?" Qianji Yuge said helplessly.
Just when the dancers were reaching their climax, someone suddenly flew into the Tianluo chessboard and interrupted the dance of the dancers.
Everyone was immediately disappointed. They wanted to drive away the guy who interrupted the dance, but after seeing the person's appearance clearly, everyone shut up without saying a word.
"Everyone, it's rare that everyone is so elegant, why not let Kou recite a poem?" Kou Nanguo said shamelessly.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, the so-called literati are nothing more than a group of people seeking fame and reputation. If all the real sages were like Kou Nanguo, Dongze Divine Kingdom would be doomed." Yan Chu complained mercilessly.
Qianji Yuge's expression changed, and she quickly covered Yan Chu's mouth: "Don't say such words in the future. If others hear it, they will pull your pigtails."
"What are you afraid of?"
Yan Chu smiled in his heart, Qi Wenhan was in his own sect and he didn't say anything. What's there to be afraid of
Qianji Yuge said angrily: "In any case, this is for your own good!"
Although everyone in Yaxing was dissatisfied with being disturbed and did not want to hear Kou Nanguo recite poetry at all, they were still concerned about Kou Nanguo's identity and could only cater to him a few times.
Kou Nanguo suddenly laughed from ear to ear and recited a few nonsense poems on the spot.
Seeing everyone's reaction, Kou Nanguo stayed on the court and insisted on doing a "seven-step poem".
Even Qianji Yuge couldn't help but say after listening to it: "His poems are not very good."
"Do you still understand poetry?"
"Why don't I understand?" Qianji Yuge said, "I also have a favorite poet."
Yan Chu suddenly became interested: "What poet? What poem did he write? Tell me and I will listen."
Qianji Yuge chanted:
"It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road feel like they are dying. May I ask where the restaurant is? The nursery rhyme on the road refers to Xinghua Village."
"The wild flowers are gradually enchanting the eyes, and the Asakusa has no horse hooves. My favorite lake is not enough eastward, with the white sand embankment in the shade of green poplars."
"The light rain in the sky is as moist as crisp, and the color of grass looks far away but not up close. The best thing about spring is that it is better than the smoke and willows all over the emperor's capital."
"Well, this is a poem by a poet named Mr. Li who has become popular recently. How talented he is! It's a pity that this Mr. Li is very mysterious. No one knows who he is so far, and recently he There are no new works, which is really worrying!”
Yan Chu: "..."
What the hell!
Isn't it the poem I recited to Li Zeyang last time?
This kid actually plagiarized his own poems and went out to act cool!
Yan Chu immediately turned his head, but Li Zeyang had already smelled the danger and ran to seek refuge somewhere.
"Xiao Qiang, Shen Wen, Zhou Qi, and Wen Han," Yan Chu said to them, "Do me a favor. When Zeyang comes back, arrest him once. If he dares to resist, you will call him a palmer." Let the door weigh what you do, let him weigh it in his own mind."
The four of them looked at each other and smiled, agreeing without hesitation.
On the Tianluo chessboard, Kou Nanguo chanted more and more enthusiastically, and even refused to come down.
Everyone felt sleepy after hearing this, and many people dispersed.
Even Gongsun Yi couldn't help but said to Gongsun Tonghai: "Was I this annoying before?"
Gongsun Yi always liked to show others his paintings in the past. Now when he saw Kou Nanguo, Gongsun Yi realized how much he had been disliked by others before.
But how could Gongsun Tonghai dare to nod
Just when everyone was agitated, another figure appeared on the Tianluo chessboard.
Is it Yan Chu?
Yan Chu came to Kou Nanguo with a cup of chrysanthemum tea and said with a smile: "Mr. Kou, you are tired from singing. Do you want to take a sip of chrysanthemum tea to moisten your throat?"
Kou Nankong glanced at Yan Chu defensively: "What do you want to do?"
"Old Kou is so talented that I admire you so much. I came here to offer you a cup of tea!" Yan Chu took out the super microphone again and said, "Old Kou, this magic weapon can protect your voice. After all, you are old, so you need to pay more attention. Just pay attention!"
One thing about Kou Nanguo is that it's okay for him to say he's old, but if others say he's old, it's not okay!
So Kou Nanguo immediately said with a sullen face: "I don't need your magical weapon, I can still make the whole audience hear my voice!"
"Yes, yes, then you have to drink a cup of tea to moisten your voice, otherwise the poem you recite will not sound good!"
When Kou Nanguo heard this, he felt that what Yan Chu said made sense.
So he picked up the cup and drank it all in one gulp.
Not to mention, although Yan Chu is hateful, Jinglei brand chrysanthemum tea is still very good...
Seeing Kou Nanguo drinking chrysanthemum tea, Yan Chu's smile grew even brighter.
After taking back the cup, he quickly stepped back and stared at Kou Nanguo with an expression as though he was watching the show.
"Master, what did you put in that cup of chrysanthemum tea?"
Li Zeyang covered his crotch and walked back with the four Johnsons.
Yan Chu smiled and said, "Just wait and see the good show."
"Mom, what kind of elixir did you help the master refine just now?" Ye Lichang asked curiously.
Xu Ruoyun couldn't help but cover her forehead, shook her head and said, "It's better that you don't know..."
Kou Nanguo, who was still chattering on the Tianluo chessboard, was moaning happily.
Suddenly, he felt a cramp in his stomach.
what happened
Did I have a bad stomach
Kou Nanguo endured the severe pain and forced himself to recite poems.
Immediately afterwards, he vaguely felt a loose air in his belly, ready to come out.
"The Tianluo chessboard is so big. If I fart quietly, no one will notice, right?"
Kou Nanguo's face turned pale. He couldn't bear it any longer, so he took advantage of the opportunity and quietly released it.
puff-
Oops!
Kou Nanguo's face turned from white to red in an instant.
A foul smell spread from his body.
At this moment, everyone seemed to see what was called "the water of the Yellow River coming up from the sky."
"Master Xu, I need you to help me refine a deceptive laxative. When the user feels that he or she wants to fart, it actually means..."
In Xu Ruoyun's mind, Yan Chu's voice from before could not help but appear.
"I'll go, what's so smelly!"
"The smell seems to have come from Mr. Kou!"
"Hmm? The pants Mr. Kou wore before were white. Why did they turn yellow? Is it because I was dazzled???"
(End of chapter)