Tang Bohu Marries Qiuxiang

Chapter 45

Zhu Zhishan and Tang Bohu have played together since they were young, and they have a tacit understanding with each other. When he stepped back, he already understood what Tang Bohu wanted to do.

"Is this little bookboy accompanying the East Palace also Tang Bohu's friend?" Lu Qing looked at him strangely.

"That's right!" Tang Bohu shook his fan with a bang and said, "Besides, he is a good friend. A brother in front of me read a poem by Tang Bohu, but you don't believe that this poem was written by Tang Bohu?"

"No evidence, no evidence!" Lu Qing said firmly.

"Actually, Tang Bohu wrote a lot of poems." Tang Bohu waved his fan and said, "Since this brother doesn't believe it, then I will read another poem by Tang Bohu!"

"One journey through the mountains, one journey through the water, walking towards the bank of Yuguan, with thousands of lamps in the middle of the night.

The wind changes, the snow changes..."

After reading a poem, Tang Bohu's voice stopped abruptly here!

Everyone stared at Tang Bohu without taking their eyes off it. A good poem was suddenly interrupted. This feeling was like the moment when the sex had just reached the highlight and suddenly it disappeared...

"And then?" Lu Qing looked at Tang Bohu.

Tang Bohu said very calmly: "No more!"

"What!" Lu Qing was surprised, and the people in the audience were also very excited!Their eyes are very resentful, yes, it's like seeing a beautiful woman... Ahem, no!It's like seeing a handsome guy who looks thin in clothes and fleshy when he takes off his clothes, and finds that he is still wearing underwear halfway through.

"Everyone, everyone!" Tang Bohu waved his hands and said, "Don't get excited, everyone. In fact, Tang Bohu's family is poor, and poverty limits his imagination. Maybe if you donate a few hundred taels of silver, Tang Bohu may make it."

"However!" Tang Bohu turned his head to look at Lu Qing and said, "I think this Lu Qing, Young Master Lu is so talented that maybe he can continue to write this poem!"

"I..." Lu Qing was speechless for a while, and he found that everyone's eyes were on him.

Tang Bohu went on to say: "Actually, this Tang Bohu also wrote a poem. Poem Day:
The grass grows and the warbler flies in February, and the willows are drunk in the spring.

……. "

The voice stopped abruptly again, and Lu Qing looked at Tang Bohu nervously and said, "What about the back? Gone again?"

"Yes! Of course!" Tang Bohu nodded and said, "I got a good sentence by chance. His family is poor..."

"Poverty limits his imagination, right!" Lu Qing said quickly after taking the words.

"En! This brother is really smart!" Tang Bohu said with a smile: "Do you have the urge to donate money? Come on, don't limit your prehistoric power, no cash, use your jade It’s also okay to come as a mortgage, 300 taels for a song! It’s fair and honest!”

"You!" Lu Qing pointed at Tang Bohu and was speechless for a long time.

Tang Bohu continued speaking without stopping: "If there is nothing, I can accept an IOU."

Many passers-by on the street also stopped in front of the bustling cultural platform to watch the scene!I don't know when it started, the cultural station was already full of people, the traffic was paralyzed for a while, and the three and a half poems had flowed out of the cultural station in less than an hour, and they were known to the people in the capital.

"300 taels a piece, it's fair and honest, and the price is clearly marked!" Everyone was ashamed, this... how shameless, can such a noble thing as poetry be sold?

Zhu Houzhao snickered and said in a low voice: "The two deals of coal stove and perfume have made Tang Bohu so rich that he even said that his family is poor!"

"You're bullying too much!" Lu Qing couldn't hold back after holding it in for a long time.

On the second floor of the cultural platform, Zhong Ling'er has already written the three poems, one: If life is just like seeing it at first, what is the autumn wind and the sad painting fan?Waiting for leisure to change the old man's heart, but the old man's heart is easy to change.The Lishan language is half past midnight, and the tears, rain, and bells will never complain.

The last sentence is missing, another song: a journey through the mountains, a journey through the water, walking towards the bank of Yuguan, with thousands of lamps in the middle of the night.

The wind changes, the snow changes...the last sentence was omitted.

There is another song: The grass grows and the warbler flies to the February sky, and the willows are drunk with the spring smoke. It also stops at the last sentence!Thinking about the artistic conception of the words in the three poems, Zhong Ling'er laughed again!Her smile stunned the men sitting in this room, Zhong Ling'er's smile is really beautiful.

"This Tang Bohu is standing in front of everyone, but he refuses to admit that it is him. What is this little man trying to trick!" Zhong Ling'er put away the brush and was very satisfied with her beautiful handwriting!

"Miss Zhong, you mean that Tang Bohu himself is the one on stage?" one of them said.

Zhong Ling'er nodded and said: "It's him, it's not wrong! I met Tang Bohu a few times in the south of the Yangtze River, and he is a very interesting little man."

Wen Zhengming also walked into the cultural station, looked at Tang Bohu, who was in high spirits, and traveled all the way to the capital. He wanted to find a cheap inn to make a living and wait for the next big exam, but he didn't expect to see Tang Bohu here. His brows twitched, Zhu Zhishan was there too!
"Brother Tang really doesn't stop anywhere." Wen Zhengming said in a low voice.

"Yeah, it doesn't stop at all!"

"Huh? Who's talking." Wen Zheng met his gaze, but found a figure standing beside him, and the other person was also looking at him.

"Wen Zhengming, a scholar from the south of the Yangtze River, dare to be Your Excellency?"

The other party was wearing ordinary clothes, waving a fan, but he was dressed as a scholar and said, "My servant is Wang Shouren."

"Brother Wang and Brother Tang are very familiar?"

Wang Shouren waved his hand and answered Wen Zhengming: "I have only known Tang Bohu for a few days, but I am very curious about this talented man. There is such a number one person in the officialdom of the Ming Dynasty..."

Wen Zhengming: "It will definitely not be very peaceful."

The two heroes saw the same thing and smiled.

"Then I will reluctantly give you a free song." Looking at the other party's eyes full of expectations, Tang Bohu chanted a poem: "I have never met a poet in my life, but when I meet a poet, I am not a poet. How can I fart?" At the high wall?"

"Ahahahaha..." Zhu Houzhao laughed wildly while covering his stomach, "How to fart on a high wall! I'm dying of laughter!"

Liu Jin also held back her laughter and did not dare to laugh out loud. The inexplicable joy gradually spread to everyone in the laughter of several people.

It was obvious that this little prince had a low sense of humor, almost on the same level as Xu Pengju.

"Are you insulting me!?" Lu Qing pointed at Tang Bohu and cursed loudly.

"Did I scold you?" Tang Bohu looked at the other party innocently, "There are dirty words in my poems!"

Not the poet Zhang Zhangba, how to fart on the high wall?All the spectators felt cold, Tang Bohu's poems broke the bottom line of their three views, can poems do the same?
Seeing the other party's faint anger about to erupt, Tang Bohu sneered in his heart. When he was studying, under the supervision of a certain language teacher, the poems he memorized spanned thousands of years!Not to mention that there are thousands of songs, at least there can be hundreds of songs. Want to step on me, Tang Bohu?I can scold you bloody with poetry!

(End of this chapter)