Datang: It's a showdown, my son-in-law is going to rebel!

Chapter 43 I think you still dare to ask Lao Tzu to compose poems?

Fang Qi naturally did not go to Li Chengqian.

This kind of thing is just an excuse he found.

He didn't mean anything to the Wang family.

He wasn't even interested in the five surnames and seven wangs.

What he did must be contrary to these people.

Even the royal family, he couldn't get too close.

What he will do next will most likely make the royal family unhappy.

It's just that now he has no choice but to hug the royal thigh.

When he becomes stronger in the future, he may break his thigh.

At this stage, let's talk about the wretched development first. This time, he just wanted to see if the second generation ancestors of the Tang Dynasty could be saved. If they couldn't be saved, he wouldn't say much.

If there are a few who can be saved, then needless to say, just pull these people into your camp.

Anyway, this time he was just going through the motions.

The hunt will start soon. Today's hunt is just to practice on the periphery of this royal hunting ground.

There was no competition among the people, so they beat some roe deer and hares and pheasants, and held a bonfire party at night for everyone to have fun.

After all, it was the first day, and people came early and late, so everyone started a barbecue on the campground of the Royal Hunting Ground.

The atmosphere of Datang is open.

These great ladies, and the princess, although they don't show their faces very much at ordinary times, after all, they don't have the shackles of Cheng Zhu Neo Confucianism on women. These great ladies also drank wine and began to sing and dance.

The herd of animals who were watching were howling.

Although these people are regular customers of Pingkangfang, they have never seen the dancing postures of these ladies.

Although those prostitutes dance more blatantly than these ladies, but how can they be so beautiful.

These dances are not something ordinary people can see.

Fang Qi hid in the corner alone, and no one looked at him, so he just hid aside and ate alone.

He didn't want to participate in this kind of thing at all, but since he came, he naturally wanted to fill his stomach well.

But the good times didn't last long, and soon someone was thinking about him.

"Fang Qi is here?"

Princess Yongjia stood up and shouted.

Princess Yongjia is half of the master today, because although this event was planned by Li Chengqian, Princess Yongjia is responsible for contacting these ladies.

And Li Chengqian is only in charge of contacting the noble son of the aristocratic family.

On the female side, Princess Yongjia is the master.

On the male side, Li Chengqian is the master.

"there!"

Li Chengqian pointed at Fang Qi. At this moment, everyone's eyes turned to Fang Qi.

Fang Qi seems to have entered a state of ecstasy at this time.

He held a chicken leg in one hand and a rabbit leg in the other.

He was biting, his mouth was full of oil, and he quickly finished off the chicken leg in his hand. Then he seemed to be a little choked, and immediately picked up the wine jar next to him, poured a mouthful into his mouth, and then let out a long breath. He breathed a sigh of relief, and then continued to eat the rabbit leg.

"..."

Everyone was dumbfounded, looking at Fang Qi who seemed to be reincarnated from a starving ghost, he didn't know what to say.

Such a beautiful day, and so many ladies singing and dancing.

Is it really good for you to eat like this?

Fang Qi suddenly felt something, looked up, and saw that these people were all looking at him.

This……

what happened?

"What are you all staring at?"

Fang Qi calmly pulled another chicken leg and said to the crowd: "Continue to play music, continue to dance, eat and drink, what are you looking at me for?"

"..."

People are stupid.

Goddamn continued to play music, continued to dance, goddamn should eat and drink.

"Fang Qi!"

Princess Yongjia stood up, picked up the wine bowl in front of her, and Fang Qi said: "I represent Princess Datang, I would like to offer you a toast!"

"You're welcome, you're welcome."

Fang Qi put his leg down, then held up the wine jar in front of him and said to Princess Yongjia: "You should thank Your Majesty for this matter. If Your Majesty disagrees, it will be useless if I say more. You don't need to thank me, you should Xie Yingming, His Majesty the mighty!"

After Fang Qi finished speaking, he drank directly to the wine jar.

This wine has no strength at all. In this era, even distiller's yeast has not been invented. These so-called drinks are actually something similar to drinks. Although there is a little alcohol, the content is too small.

If it was after the Song Dynasty, Fang Qi would not dare to drink like this, but in this era, it doesn't matter if you drink casually.

"Mr. Fang, why don't you write a poem on such a beautiful day?"

Wang Lingyun stood up, and Fang Qi said: "I heard that Fang County's official documents are brilliant, even better than Cao Zijian, why don't you write a poem and let me see it later?"

"Poems and songs, Xiaodaoer."

Fang Qi shook his head, and then said: "This thing is useless for governing the country, what's the use?

Everyone here is the future of the Tang Dynasty, don't use poetry and songs to paralyze yourself, this is not a blessing for the people of the world! "

"..."

Everyone looked at Fang Qi, feeling like they wanted to beat Fang Qi up.

"If you can't do it, you can't do it. Brother Wang, you said that he is better than Cao Zijian. Cao Zijian is so talented. Isn't he just as talented as him?"

Naturally, there are people who are unhappy with Fang Qi.

Wen Wu is the first, naturally there are people who are not happy with Fang Qi.

Literati look down on each other, and they certainly don't want to admit that they are inferior to others.

"Such a beautiful day and beautiful scenery, but he can't write poems, which proves that he is just a vain name."

"If it's Cao Zijian, maybe he's already said it well, but he's still a bit inferior."

"..."

Everyone spoke sarcastically about Fang Qi.

Fang Qi didn't care at all.

"I don't write poetry because I don't want to spoil the atmosphere. Since you ask me to write poetry so much, then I will speak up. Don't regret it."

Fang Qi looked at everyone present and slowly stood up.

"The fairy dances in the middle hall, and the smog is like jade. Warm the guest's ermine fur, and clear away the sorrow. Persuading the guest to comel's hoof soup, frosted oranges and oranges. The rich wine and meat smell, and there are frozen bones on the road!"

Fang Qi silently plagiarized a short passage from Du Fu's poem.

After reading this sentence, the audience fell silent.

Everyone seemed to be strangled by a pair of invisible hands.

Immediately speechless.

Who are you here?

They are all the children of aristocratic families.

What do these words say?

ridicule!

Outright mockery!
What a wealthy family, the smell of wine and meat, the road is frozen to death!

Sure enough, Fang Qi was right, this poem disgusted these people.

What a beautiful day?
When encountering these things in the future, this poem immediately flashes into my mind, what the hell will I do in the future?
"Why don't you guys talk anymore? How about commenting on one or two?"

Fang Qi smiled, and then said: "If this poem is not easy to comment on, can I have another one?"

Everyone was speechless.

Fang Qi continued: "Plant one millet in spring, and harvest ten thousand seeds in autumn. There are no idle fields in the world, and farmers still starve to death."

Everyone looked at Fang Qi in a daze, not knowing what to say.

"Why hasn't anyone commented on me one or two? How about I do another song?"

Fang Qi looked at the crowd with a vague smile on his face.

Ge Laozi's!
Play with me?
Are you fit too?

Seventy percent of Li Bai's wine turned into moonlight, and the remaining three percent roared into sword energy. Once he spit out his mouth, he was half a prosperous Tang Dynasty.

I am different!

Lao Tzu didn't need to drink, he rode on the head of Sheng Tang, and he prostituted the whole Sheng Tang for nothing as soon as he opened his mouth.

Let me see if you still dare to let Lao Tzu write poems in the future!

(End of this chapter)