big dry son-in-law

Chapter 247: How could there be such a thing as "sorrow"!
"Don't come here!"

"The fool is trying to run away, catch him!" Li Yong shouted fiercely, and several people hurriedly restrained Qin Mo.

"Oh my god, Idiot is so strong. It would be difficult for us to catch him!" Liu Rujian said.

"Xiao Chai, open Qin Mo's mouth!" Li Yong said fiercely.

Chai Rong pinched Qin Mo's mouth and said, "Brother Qin, be patient, we will go home as soon as we wake up!"

Qin Mo was so angry that he wanted to hit someone, "I'll paint, don't get drunk."

"Idiot, don't be stubborn. We are all here. If we don't take a look at the Zhao family, it will be in vain. It's all for Li Yue's marriage. As brothers, you have to make some sacrifices."

"You guys who forget about your friends are so ungrateful."

The wine in Tianxiangyuan today is really unpalatable!

And these people really broke Qin Mo's heart.

"Idiot, persistence is victory. As long as you are drunk, we can watch the Zhao family!" Liu Rujian encouraged.

"I won't drink anymore, I'm drunk."

"No, you're not drunk!"

"You can drink a kilogram of Shao Dao, and the wine from Tianxiangyuan is not strong!" Li Yongmeng drank it all in one breath, fearing that Qin Mo would not be completely drunk.

It wasn't until Qin Mo let out a long belch that the others let go.

Qin Mo was so angry that he directly rewarded one person and the other one went crazy, "I'm just waiting for you, these useless little trashes. They just write poems. If I say second place, no one dares to say first place!"

Several people covered their heads, but their faces were full of smiles, "It's done!"

But Qin Mo's words aroused dissatisfaction from others.

"What a big breath!"

"Who do you think you are? Who among the people here doesn't have special skills?"

Qin Mo walked forward in a swaggering manner, not bothering to beep with them at all. When he came to the stairs, two women were guarding him.

Qin Mo asked: "Are there any requirements for writing poetry?"

The maid said: "The theme is loneliness!"

Qin Mo was stunned. This topic was interesting. No wonder these so-called talents were stumped.

Even if someone composes a poem, it is just a matter of moaning and chanting.

"Can I have words?"

"can!"

The maid nodded.

"Okay, people upstairs, listen up!"

Qin Mo shouted, attracting everyone's attention, and many people showed contempt in their eyes.

This man is so vulgar, what good words can he come up with?

However, when Qin Mo blurted out the first sentence, everyone trembled.

Just listen to Qin Mo's words: "Looking and looking, it's deserted and miserable. It's the hardest to take a breath when it's warm and then cold. Three cups and two glasses of light wine, how can I defeat him? The wind is coming late!"

Repeated words, seven groups of repeated words were used at the beginning!

Who is this person?

A few sentences describe a lonely scene, and I even feel sympathy for the people in the scene.

Everyone's faces changed.

Qin Mo continued: "The yellow flowers are piled up all over the ground, and they are haggard and damaged. Who is worthy of picking them now?"

"Guarding the window, how can it be dark when you are alone! The phoenix trees are also drizzled, and at dusk, bit by bit. This time, there is no such thing as sadness!"

Drop the last word!
Everyone was stunned.

What a 'how can one word "chou" be so good!
Those who had looked down upon Qin Mo just now did not dare to say anything now.If this poem is composed into music, it will definitely be famous in Gyeonggi.

One person couldn't help but asked: "Dare you ask me your name?"

"Dongshan, Li Qingzhao!" Qin Mocai didn't say his real name. If his cheap father and father-in-law found out, they wouldn't skin him!

"Brother Li, nice to meet you!" Everyone stood in awe!
Li Yongmeng and others also breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Hanzi didn't say his real name.

If others knew that the seven of them came to Tianxiangyuan in a group, the censors would also impeach them, not to mention that their father would not let them go.

"Where is it!" Qin Mo also raised his hand, and then said to the maid guarding the stairs: "Maybe this poem will catch the attention of everyone in Zhao?"

The maid is also someone who knows how to appreciate. This poem is definitely a rare masterpiece. She doesn't dare to delay and quickly greets her, "Sir, please wait a moment!"

With that said, he went up to the attic!

At this time, in the boudoir, a beautiful woman was listening attentively. This poem was really sad!

It’s just like talking about herself again!
"This poem is so well written!" Zhao Manyun felt that her heart was hit directly and looked at the big man beside her, "Should you go?"

"You want to see the lyricist downstairs?"

"Yes!"

Zhao Manyun nodded, "Go back and tell Aunt Rou that the money will be sent to you soon. I will also reassure Aunt Rou that Manyun has never forgotten her mission!"

"Just remember. One day, you will stand upright under the sun." After saying this, the big man turned over from the window.

Just at this time, there was a knock on the door, "Miss, someone has written a poem below, I have copied it!"

Zhao Manyun said: "Who is the surname of the lyricist? How old is he?"

"Dongshan Li Qingzhao! Around twenty!"

"What a good name!" Zhao Manyun nodded, "Please come up and talk about it, Mr. Li!"

"But, miss, that man drank a lot!"

"It's okay!"

Zhao Manyun thought to herself that people who can make such sad words after drinking must have many stories.

What's even more valuable is that this poem is written from a female perspective.

The maid heard this and hurriedly went downstairs, "Li Langjun, Mr. Zhao, please come up and talk!"

Whoa!
Hearing this, everyone gritted their teeth in jealousy.

How many people are waiting here, just to see Mr. Zhao.

They bit their pens just to write a soul-stirring poem, but they just came and wrote a poem in a few seconds.

Not to mention women, even men felt that the man was too lonely and lonely. .

Li Yongmeng and others were also extremely happy, "Idiot, it's done!"

Qin Mo walked up, and Li Yongmeng and others planned to follow. Several tall guards stepped forward and blocked their way, "This road is blocked. If you want to go up this floor, please use your skills!"

"We came together, why aren't we allowed up?"

"That's right, why don't you let us go up!" Several people were extremely anxious.

"Stop talking nonsense, we're making trouble, be careful to throw you out!" the nurse guard said fiercely.

Liu Rujian pulled Dou Yiai, "It is said that Tianxiangyuan is also related to the fourth prince!"

Li Yongmeng and the others couldn't get up, so they could only stare from below.

Qin Mo went upstairs, knocked on the door, and waited for the sound to come from inside, then opened the door and went in.

What catches the eye is the antique boudoir, with sandalwood lingering, accompanied by the fragrance of the woman's body. The fragrance is very elegant and not tacky at all.

In the middle of the boudoir, blocked by a bead curtain, a hazy woman with a veiled face sat behind the guzheng. The sound she spoke was like the sound of a clear spring, refreshing, "Li Langjun, please sit down. Come, look." Tea!"

Qin Mo looked at everything around him with interest, and then said to the woman behind the bead curtain: "Are you Mr. Zhao?"

(End of this chapter)