White Snake Demonstration Walk

Chapter 39

The white fox is agile, as if carved from jade, and its fur is like satin, lying quietly on Yaoqin's shoulder.

Qiao Chen'an said apologetically: "It's all due to the next week, I disturbed Miss Yaoqin." After speaking, he looked at Huangfuxuan, and said lightly: "Come back soon!"

Yaoqin shook her head, with a charming smile on the corner of her mouth, and said: "It's okay, this fox is really beautiful!" The plain hand gently grabbed the little fox from her shoulders, stroking the fur, and there seemed to be a hint of motherhood in her eyes of brilliance.

Then he put the white fox on the table in front of him, picked up a piece of melon and fruit from the plate with a thousand jade hands and brought it to him, but the white fox didn't struggle much, just bowed his head and ate obediently.

Almost all the people in the hall had bright eyes, secretly thinking that it was just an animal, how lucky they were, and wished that they could become a damned little fox.

Qiao Chenan straightened his robes. Seeing Yaoqin's performance, it seems that all young women, no matter ancient or modern, Chinese and foreign, probably have a common problem, that is, the overflow of motherhood, especially for this kind of fluffy little things. There is simply no resistance.

Yaoqin in front of her is the best example.

Tonight, Zhang Mingcheng was ignored again and again. Originally, he wanted to take this opportunity to suppress Qiao Chenan in front of many scholars in the same city, but he did not expect that he would steal the limelight everywhere at the banquet. He was angry and angry, and quickly took up the quarrel, and said: : "I have a poem, please appreciate it!"

Everyone's attention returned to him again, but they saw him drink the wine in the glass, and said: "I was born without any disaster, and I put it in my arms. Poetry and wine are at ease, and fame and fame are nothing."

After reciting a poem, everyone applauded, even Yaoqin was attracted. Although this poem is easy to read and not good at rhetoric, it is catchy. head.

The drinking order was still in progress, the second person pondered for a while, and wrote a poem. Although it was not as good as Zhang Mingcheng, it was still good enough to pass the test, and it was the same for the next few people. Ning Caichen has extraordinary talents and learning, and the poems he recites are quite good.

Soon it was Qiao Chen'an's turn again in this round. Everyone looked at him, some were sneering, some were curious, everyone's moods were different, Yaoqin's pair of beautiful eyes carried a hint of strangeness, I also want to know what kind of works he can come up with.

Lines of sight were intertwined on his body, but Qiao Chenan didn't feel any nervousness. He turned his head and looked out the window. The bright moon was in the sky, and the silver light swayed like flowing silver. The world is vast, and the situation is changeable.

Suddenly, I feel that this life is only accompanied by the breeze, bright moon, long sword and lonely wine!It is enough to know!

I can't help feeling: "A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a blind date. Raise a glass to invite the bright moon, and the shadow becomes three people. The moon can't drink, and the shadow follows me. I will accompany the moon for a while. The shadow, the pleasure must wait until the spring. I The singing moon wanders, and my dancing shadow is chaotic. When I wake up, we sleep together, and when we are drunk, we disperse. We will be ruthless forever, and we will meet each other forever."

Lift your head and drink up the bright moon in your cup.

Everyone was horrified, they all looked at Qiao Chen'an in awe, as if there was a huge wave in their hearts, this person speaks eloquently, he really has the talent to put out good words!
In a short while, such a shocking poem can be drawn, which can only be described as having the world in mind and the sun and the moon hidden in the belly!

Yaoqin was quite shocked. She originally thought that Zhang Mingcheng had the highest talent among the people present, but now it seems that this is not the case. Qiao Chenan's talent is probably much higher than him!

After two consecutive rounds of wine orders, only Qiao Chenan and Zhang Mingcheng were left. Zhang Mingcheng paid a lot of money to ask Yaoqin to come forward. He wanted to show off in front of the beauties, but he was suppressed by Qiao Chenan one after another. , I felt extremely aggrieved, and immediately said loudly: "I used to serve the immortals in Penglai. Sleepwalking only realizes the fate of the world. The youth indulges in poetry and wine, and the pornography travels to the sages!"

Hearing his tone, everyone seemed to be in a hurry. Their eyes were fixed on Qiao Chen'an who was opposite. The atmosphere in the hall suddenly became tense and tense. It seemed to be filled with a smell of gunpowder. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that the two were not compatible.

At this point in the wine order, it has already turned into a fierce competition between the two.

Zhang Mingcheng pushed each other step by step. After the banquet, Qiao Chenan drank no less than dozens of glasses of wine. After taking a sip of wine, he sang loudly: "If the sky doesn't love wine, the star of wine is not in the sky. If the earth doesn't love wine, there should be no springs of wine on the earth. Both the heaven and the earth love wine, and the love of wine is worthy of heaven. The Tao is as filthy as a virtuous person. Since the sages have already drank it, why seek the gods. Three cups lead to the Dao, and one fight is natural. But if you get the fun from wine, don’t pass it on to the sober!"

"I want to fight wine with a hundred poems. I sleep in a restaurant in Lin'an City. The emperor can't get on the boat. I call myself a minister of wine!"

"Brothers are like siblings, with heroic aura surrounding Yuyu, who will laugh at me for being drunk on the battlefield! Bingjia has great ambitions, and sacrifices to Jiexiong with a cup of wine. Please drink another three hundred cups!"

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Qiao Chen'an recited several masterpieces, all of which are famous works handed down from generation to generation. These students from the banquet have long been stunned, and the eyes they looked at Qiao Chen'an were astonished. Excellent work, really amazing talent!

Qiao Chen'an drank and wrote poems, quite a bit like Cao Mengde's heroic ambition when he was going to fight against Chibi and wanted to rule the Kyushu. He felt extremely happy, and with a man's ambition to compete with the world, the sun and the moon, he raised the pot and drank endlessly.

Everyone is a scholar, who has never seen such arrogance and unrestrained scholars, they are all shocked, but they are also aroused in their hearts, and feel that Qiao Chenan is really a first-class extraordinary person in the world!
Life is alive, rightly so!
Zhang Mingcheng's eyes darkened with anger, and he almost fainted. He never expected that Qiao Chen'an would be so powerful. If there was only one masterpiece, he might be able to compete with it, but who would have thought that this guy would just open his mouth No matter how hard he struggles, he will never be able to compare with this amazing masterpiece!
It is conceivable that what happened tonight will be spread out in a short time. By then, Qiao Chen will be drinking and singing at the banquet, and the story of voicing masterpieces will definitely cause a sensation in the whole Hangzhou, and he will become famous in no time!
But he... might become the stepping stone for Qiao Chenan to become famous. He, the number one talented person in Yuezhou, might become the object of ridicule by everyone!
Thinking of this, Zhang Mingcheng suddenly felt dizzy, as if a flower had exploded in his stomach, all kinds of tastes rushed up, and he couldn't bear it anymore, he opened his mouth and leaned over and vomited it out, his face pale.

All the people present were talented people from the same place, and most of them could see that there was something tricky about tonight's banquet. Seeing Zhang Mingcheng's desolate appearance at this time, he felt no pity in his heart. Whether it is demeanor or bearing, it is more than half a chip away.

"A banquet is a good banquet, wine is good wine, and people are beautiful! Today is really painful but also happy!"

Qiao Chenan drank the fine wine in the pot, his face was slightly red, the night wind blew, his green shirt fluttered, his long hair fluttered, like a madman who had lived in seclusion for a long time, he looked at Yaoqin and said: "Thank you, Miss Yaoqin, for your hospitality! "

(End of this chapter)