Chapter one hundred and sixty-seven, the moon and the moon

"Miss Pan, thank you for proving my blue and white. " Lu Ran thanked upstairs.

"Miss Pan, I also thank you for your husband. By the way, did you see who just invited this woman? " Nangong Jiner asked, looking very angry.

Today, this woman came out to insult Lu ran, Lu ran's reputation actually no impact, the key is to bad their mood, and seriously offended her. No wife wants to hear another woman insult her husband to his face.

"Yes, Miss Pan, who on earth is so wicked as to frame Master Lu? " Someone followed.

Pan Cai Er Leng for a while, shake head: "just too dark, did not see clearly. "

She could see it clearly, but she couldn't say. Just now came out to prove Lu ran's innocence, has offended some important people. As things stand, she may be able to hang on to her drunken dreams and her reputation. If point out the other side again, that consequence is not her a green, floor woman can bear.

Nan Gong jin-er did not believe that she did not see, but also had no way, did not say anything, and angry to sit back in the seat.

On the third floor, two strong men have come up and pulled the woman down. On the edge of the platform, the aunt picked up the megaphone and continued the party for everyone.

If you're still in the mood, set yourself up for the next Harvard Poetry Fair. You can write poems about the bright moon in the sky and comment on it with Su Wen, a talented scholar from the White Dragon City. Boss Yan has ordered that the best person he can invite Pan Cai 'er to sit alone for an hour tonight

"What! To sit with chae-yi for an hour! "

"God, I can't believe it! Do we all get a chance? "

"Miss Choi, you're mine! "

Hearing the news, the building burst into flames.

Pan Caier but Huaizhou city is one of the most famous female branch, not to say talent, on that plump sexy body, I do not know how many men, how many big boss O are hard to get along with alone, did not think there is an opportunity tonight.

Soon, she ordered Four Treasures of the Study for every booth and table. Whether we can write poetry or not, we all began to think hard with pen and paper.

Full Moon Night, mid-autumn festival, this sounds very easy to write. When we were kids in school, we learned to write about the moon to write about the festival, just pick a couple of words to rub it should be able to.

In a short while, someone took the lead in making, teaching the aunt to take to the platform to judge the talent.

"thank you very much for the little moon. I can see that it is a very neat poem, although there are two typos in the middle. But it doesn't matter. The poem is about the mood. Just... Uh-huh. 'toad-bark' is a bit tacky ...... Anyway, it's a good poem!"

"Thank you, Lord Yelv, for your 'beauty under the Moon' . This poem is a rare piece of work, with its unique style, neat antithesis and concise sentences. It's just Lord Yale, and our theme tonight is the mid-autumn Festival, not pornography -- unless, of course, it's beauty."

"The song of Liu is simple, but concise... "

On the third floor, in a private room facing south, Lu ran had no desire to compete, only to see Liu Wei and others enthusiastically participate.

This is a very special day for him. He changed a fresh short hair today, not only opened a new hair style Huaizhou city, but also to the woman are down, this is how significant progress.

In addition, he also met Liu Wei and other people in the street, also be considered to have a wave of master, for the future development of the river to add tiles.

Life on Earth, the most beautiful but with a long-term beauty, with friends often, relatives in peace. Today, he's pretty much fulfilled all three.

As for the current poetry reception, forget it. He doesn't need Oiran for company. In his mind, the woman is the most beautiful flower in the world.

Soon, everyone had done, handed in. Su Wen is a great scholar of patience, as long as it is not out of the ordinary, the basic each has shown out, with everyone a short comment on its merits.

Finally, Su Wen selected five of the more outstanding out, one by one hanging around the platform for all to taste. Zhang Feng and Liang bin were included in the five essays.

"these five songs are excellent. Now let's judge them together and choose the best one! "

The hospitality of the restaurant always caters to the guests. Today's poetry reception, the talent is only responsible for selecting a few excellent, but did not choose the best, but to the power of everyone here to participate.

In this way, no matter who the winner is, no one will complain, because they are chosen by themselves. And the attribution of the Queen, we will not disagree with nature.

"I'll take Dong Shusheng's 'Full Moon' ! "

"I push master Liang's 'mid-autumn Festival' ! "

"Zhang's 'Snow Moon Song' is the best! "

......

Suwen raised his hand to signal a little patience, a separate designated song, let everyone vote. As a result, votes were soon counted for each poem. Then he stood on the stage and announced.

"One hundred and eighty-three for the full moon, two hundred and seventy for the happy mid-autumn festival... three hundred and eight for the moon and snow! Prince Zhang won the most votes for the moon and snow! I declare it to be Florida. "

"WAIT! "

Suddenly, two voices appear at the same time, interrupted the reading of Su da Cai Zi. They stared at the two men interrupting their conversation —— Harvard and Lulan!

Lu Ran just did not intend to participate in this competition, but he really could not bear to see Zhang Feng's garbage works can actually win. He suspects that Zhang Feng is behind the woman who just came here to humiliate him.

Of course, this boy Zhang Feng repeatedly to him, but also has been on his wife, he has every reason to give a good lesson.

As for Pam Chae, no one knows why she interrupted at the moment.

The men did not speak and waited. Lu ran stepped forward and saluted Pan Cai Er.

"Miss Pan, you go first. "

The other side returns a gift: "The young woman is in the mood to come, also want to make a poem. Where is Childe Lu? "

"Oh, well. You do that. I'm done. "

He said, returning to his seat and continuing to drink his tea. He believed that Pan Caier's literary grace was also very high, should be able to surpass Zhang Feng. Well, if someone else is stepping up, why does he have to step in.

Pan Cai son see Lu ran so insipid, unavoidably some lose. She had thought that Lu ran also wanted to write a poem, whether or not can compare to Zhang Feng, at least that he has a heart for her. Well, she's overthinking it.

Sad, she immediately on the paper and pen, the heart of the hidden worries are written into the poem. Finish your tea and write your poem.

This is a seven-word quatrains, from the transfer of natural flow, to the scene into the people, to the people painting, painting the scene of life, scene blending. Pan Caier in which the implication of the mid-autumn Festival night, everyone is happy, but she alone sad deep mood.

"GOOD POEM! "

"Miss Pan really is a talented woman, can write such a meaningful poem, we admire! "

As soon as the poem was put up, there was a great cheer from upstairs and downstairs. Not to mention Zhang Feng and other participants, even Su Wen even nodded in praise.

"Miss Pan's poem is indeed profound and aesthetically pleasing. It can express her personal grievances in an atmosphere of mid-autumn festival celebration in a unique way, and it is also appropriate to the scene. It must be true and sincere and spontaneous. Let's vote for Miss Pan's poem! "

As soon as this saying comes out, the guests all raise their hands. Whether you can read it or not, whether or not Oiran's song is really better than Zhang Feng's, the mere thought of not wanting Oiran to fall into someone else's arms is enough to get everyone to agree.

"Ha ha, Prince Zhang's beauty has run away! "

"Cai er girl must be disapproving of him, this just took the initiative to make a poem, give him down, ha ha. "

......

Lu ran and others, also walked to the edge of the railing, raised their hands in agreement.

The sight made Zhang Feng angry.

"Bastard, if anyone can raise their hand, who are you to raise it? You're just a peasant who can't even write a poem! "

Zhang Feng scolded in the opposite direction. One of his faces had turned red.

He had already beaten the odds and was about to spend the night with Oiran. An hour, besides can say a lot of words, chat a lot of days, still can do a lot of things.

However, did not expect the critical moment, Pan Caier himself wrote a poem, and better than his. Shit, isn't it obvious you don't want to spend the night with him?

It's already pissing him off and embarrassing him, and he's trying to figure out how to get it out. Just then, Lu ran, who had not participated in the competition, even came to raise his hand in agreement. This is outrageous.

Lu ran shook his head, his face helpless. He has been trying to keep a low profile, like a tree as static, but the tree to be still and the wind, some people try to find fault with him.

"Master Zhang, your own poems have been compared to Miss Pan's. It's only your fault that you are not well educated. If I were you, I'd learn with an open mind and go home and practice hard to improve myself, instead of criticizing others here. "

"Bullshit! Who are you to lecture me? I admit that my poetry is not as good as Miss Pan's, but it is far from the opinion of a man who would not write a single poem. You are not worthy to copy my verse! "

"Harvard. "

As she spoke, Nangong jin-er burst out laughing, covering her mouth.

"cousin, why are you laughing? "

What's so funny? Of course it's because you dare to challenge her husband.

You don't know that, do you? When she was with her mother, Lu ran tried to please her as much as she could. Her poems were so many pieces that she did not know how to write them. How dare you, a child of little learning, say that he can not write poetry?

"nothing, my wife just laughed at you. " Lu ran replied, then raised his head and looked at the sky above a round moon, quite a poet will lyric temperament.

"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, HA, ha! Do you know what the word display one's slight skill before an expert means? You, a man with no ink in his stomach, dare to speak to me of an ax? Ha, ha, ha... "

"Su talent, " Lu ran did not take Zhang Feng, but to explain to Su Wen: "trouble you take paper and pen to write down, I feel a burst of inspiration hit, can not contain