My surname is Wang, my neighbor Wu Dalang

Chapter 41
"There are so many excellent works at the poetry meeting, why are you unhappy?" Ma Kuo said in a low voice.

Wang Lin smiled indifferently: "Brother Ma, I just feel that troubled times are approaching, with powerful enemies coveting and waiting around, the world of the Great Song Dynasty is now in jeopardy, and instead of worrying about the country, we gather here to clamor and sing for a brothel woman." Music, never tired of it, it's really ridiculous and stupid!"

Ma Kuo was stunned for a moment, then his face turned red, and he bowed deeply: "What my brother said is very true, thinking about it like this, I am really ashamed!"

"Brother, you and I will go."

The two were about to leave, but were surrounded by a group of Confucian scholars.

The first one was in his early thirties, his face was pale and beardless, he pointed at Wang Lin and said angrily: "You ignorant boy, how can you dare to laugh at the seniors and masters at today's poetry meeting, and blaspheme teachers and girls?"

Wang Lin knew that what he said just now was heard by him, which caused the dissatisfaction of the group of Erbi, he didn't care, and dragged Ma Kuo out.

However, this group of Confucian scholars insisted on making Wang Lin say that he was ugly, or apologize in public.

More and more people gathered, Wang Lin frowned, it would be very difficult for him to get away without using force.

But in this ancient society, especially in the era of great indignation, where culture was respected and martial arts were respected, if he hurt these poor and hateful scholars, his reputation might really be ruined.

The thirty-year-old Confucian scholar just now sneered again: "Looking at your clothes, you are also a scholar. It is in vain that you read the words of the sages, but you are so rude and rebellious!"

Someone else echoed loudly: "Brother Dong, why bother to have the same level of knowledge as him, this person can be seen at a glance as an ignorant madman, he must have no talent in his stomach, and can't do poetry and poetry, that's why we can't see the excellent works of the seniors upstairs, so Make cynicism and sensationalism!"

Wang Lin smiled bluntly, and parted his hands: "Get out of the way!"

With such strength in his hands, the group of powerless scholars in front of him were immediately pushed back and forth by him.

The thirty-year-old Confucian scholar turned pale with shock, and jumped up and shouted: "Everyone, this son is very barbaric and uneducated, let him go!!"

Everyone stepped aside and glared at Wang Lin as they walked slowly.

If eyes could kill, Wang Lin would have died countless times.

When he arrived at the door, Wang Lin suddenly turned around, looked around at the group of scholars who seemed to be filled with righteous indignation, and said loudly: "The tigers and wolves of the Liao Kingdom are by their side, and it is a century-old humiliation of our Song Dynasty to seize the sixteen prefectures of Yanyun! Looking at the Central Plains, at any time, soldiers will invade my country and enslave my brothers and sisters. Now the world is in danger, and the clothes of the Han people are about to be overthrown. Singing a hymn...that's really weird!"

"The sage said, self-cultivation, regulating the family, governing the country and the world. Mr. Hengqu also said: Scholars of our generation should establish a heart for the world, establish a life for the people, inherit the sage's knowledge for the past, and create peace for all generations...How about you wait? Ten Nian Hanchuang studied hard, devoted all his energy to just laughing for the girl? The sage knows it, and he is also pissed to death by you!"

"This is really reading the sage's book in vain, how shameless?!"

Wang Lin was impassioned, and later, on a whim, he used the tiger roar skill.

The sound shook Fanlou, and scolded the group of scholars until they were ashamed and ashamed, and the audience was completely silent.

Wang Lin clapped his hands, feeling very happy, turned around and was about to leave.

At this time, I heard a clear and melodious female voice from the corridor on the third floor: "This little man, can you go upstairs to talk?"

Teacher Li!
Everyone looked up with madness in their eyes.

Wang Lin also looked up.

Wearing a plain white long dress, her face is like a spring peach, her eyebrows are like a crescent moon, her black hair is pulled into a shiny bun, and there is a slight smile on her delicate red lips.
[Li Shishi—life 8, intelligence 6, force 2, reputation 35, skill: temperament. 】

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The venue on the third floor.

Dozens of high-ranking officials and famous literati from Bianliang, Tokyo were sitting separately, with ugly expressions on their faces.

Although they didn't know the reason for the commotion downstairs, Wang Lin's words reached their ears very clearly.

Li Shishi was graceful and graceful, waving his long sleeves, and led Wang Lin into the hall. Everyone looked at him unkindly.

Wang Lin was indifferent.

Li Shishi said softly: "The words of the little official downstairs are deafening, and it has also alerted the slave family. The slave family organized the Fanlou Poetry Club with the intention of meeting friends through literature, but it turned out to be a slave-only poetry club. I feel ashamed."

Wang Lin smiled indifferently: "The next time I made a slip of the tongue, it made the girl laugh."

While Wang Lin was speaking, he looked around at the crowd, and saw that most of them were gray-haired people, and some of them were young in their forties.

A man in his sixties with three strands of long beard under his jaw slowly got up, and said indifferently, "Old man Zhou Bangyan, who are you, dare to speak nonsense here?"

"I'm a commoner, and I feel it when I meet the meeting. If I offend Mr. Zhou, please forgive me."

Wang Lin glanced at Zhou Bangyan, and sneered in his heart: "Sure enough, Yishu Lihua is so old, and he has such a wicked taste of sneaking under Li Shishi's bed to eavesdrop on other people's bed play, it's really a weird thing..."

"Miss Shi Shi is a fairy from heaven who descended to earth. She knows everything about poetry, poetry, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. In ancient times, Cao Zhi wrote a Fu on the God of Luo. We have a few words of praise for Miss Shi Shi. Why not compose poems for today's grand event?"

Zhou Bangyan's face was full of enthusiasm, and he immediately reprimanded: "You are a young man, how can you make irresponsible remarks about this?"

"Go quickly, or you will be taken into the prison of Kaifeng Mansion and severely punished!"

Who are you scaring?

Wang Lin smiled lightly, ignored Zhou Bangyan's threats, and looked directly at Li Shishi and said, "Miss Shishi, I also have a little poem for fun."

Li Shishi smiled: "Young Lord, please enlighten me."

"Seventeen brides and seventy men, with pale hair and red makeup. Mandarin ducks form twin nights in the quilt, and a pear tree crushes begonias."

After Wang Lin chanted something serious, many people burst out laughing on the spot, most of them were the waiters and beautiful maids of this building. This doggerel was mediocre, but it was so graphic that I couldn't help it.

"You... Presumptuous!"

Zhou Bangyan was so angry that his gray hair shook, his throat was so sweet that he almost spurted blood, he pointed at Wang Lin who was standing tall and trembling, his face blushed, he couldn't say a word.

Li Shishi covered his mouth and chuckled, "Xiao Langjun is really making fun of me. However, I see that Xiao Langjun's conversation is good, so I must be a scholar full of talent and learning. I don't know if I can write a poem seriously, so that I can help my fanlou poetry club. color?"

"It's more able to dissipate, several times of wind and rain, spring returns in a hurry. I cherish the long spring and fear that the flowers will bloom early, not to mention the countless reds. Stay in spring, see the saying, the end of the world. Paint the cobwebs on the eaves, and fly catkins all over Japan."

"Long family matter, the planning of the wedding date is wrong again. There was someone who was jealous of the eyebrows. A thousand pieces of gold buys a friend like a gift, who will complain about this situation? Jun Mowu, don't you see, Yuhuan Feiyan is all dust! Worry is the most bitter! Go away Leaning on the dangerous railing, the setting sun is shining, where the willows are heartbroken."

After Wang Lin hurriedly finished the song Touching the Fish, he took another deep look at Li Shishi, turned around and went downstairs.

He really didn't want to sit with these bastards, it was too boring.

He originally wanted to use Xin Qiji's poem to persuade Li Shishi not to get too complacent just because of her natural beauty. The beauty of time is a pile of dry bones. Didn't you see that Yuhuan and Feiyan turned into dust?
Li Shishi chanted again, her eyes became clear for a moment, she hurried to the corridor railing, leaned over and shouted: "Please tell me the name of Mr. Gao?"

Wang Lin had already arrived at the gate of Fanlou.

Without looking back, he waved his hands and said in a loud voice, "I'm Wang Lin, from Qinghe, Shandong."

(End of this chapter)