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The blossoming almond eyes on the side are shining with golden light, this person's literary talent is really amazing.

"Little guy, there are usually four lines in a poem. You only have two lines. How about you fill in the other two lines today!?" Guo Yunzi looked at Wang Hao expectantly. The eternal verse was born.

Wang Hao rolled his eyes. This poem is Bai Juyi's "Song of Everlasting Regret" about Yang Yuhuan. The whole poem has nearly a thousand characters. ?

"Old guy, who are you!? Why do I want to listen to you!?" Wang Hao curled his lips in disdain.

As soon as the words fell, everyone in the audience was instantly dumbfounded. This bastard actually called Guo Yunzi an old guy. Does he not want to live? ?

You know, Guo Yunzi is a big man like Taishan Beidou in the literary world. If this angers him, Wang Hao will never want to be in the literary world in his life. Even some strong people who love literature will come to block Wang Hao and let Wang Hao I can't move an inch.

This is not a joke, who told Yaotian Federation that antiquity prevails, and the status of literati is very high!

"Why are you crazy, hurry up and apologize to Grandpa Guo." Zhao Yiling was taken aback, and stared at Wang Hao angrily.

Guo Yunzi waved his hand and said with a smile: "The little guy is very arrogant! It seems that he looks down on the old man."

"The face is earned by yourself, not given by others. Last time I wrote a poem, please explain the meaning and let me see how capable you are." Wang Hao ignored Zhao Yiling.

"Okay! The old man will come to see what kind of unfathomable poems you can write." Guo Yunzi became interested.

Hearing this, everyone in the audience couldn't help laughing out loud, Guo Yunzi had eaten more salt than Wang Hao had eaten rice, and he wanted to use poetry to test Guo Yunzi, it was beyond his control.

Xia Weiwei pulled Lexuan, and said in a low voice, "Why do I feel that this guy Wang Hao is going to dig a hole again."

Le Xuan nodded, they are used to this kind of thing, every time when someone thinks that Wang Hao will lose, this guy has already dug a hole, waiting for others to drill into it.

"The last time I was rafting on the river with a beautiful woman, and I wrote it down when I became poetic. I moved the boat and parked in Yanzhu, and the guests were worried about the new. The wild sky is low and the trees are low, and the river is clear and the moon is close to people." Wang Hao looked up at the moon. , with an expression of the past in his arms.

"Rafting on the river with a beautiful woman!!" Zhao Yiling's face turned cold instantly, although she had briefly investigated Wang Hao's identity, and knew that this guy was called Le Xiaoxuan, who was known as a jade-faced little flying dragon, and he specialized in courting talented women.

But now he dared to say this in front of her face so unscrupulously, which simply didn't put her in his eyes.

It seems that he still doesn't know what the three words Zhao Yiling represent, and he must let him know later that after entering Zhao Yiling's door, he has to say goodbye to his previous life.

"Good poem, good poem!" Guo Yunzi praised again and again, and then thought for a while and said: "The whole poem is light but flavorful, contained but not exposed, flowing naturally, with natural charm, quite distinctive, especially 'Jiang Qing' so The moon can be close to people. The relationship between sky and trees, people and the moon is written accurately and realistically, and 'sorrow' should mean homesickness."

"Nonsense, who is homesick!?" Wang Hao sneered, and then said triumphantly: "I just said that I was boating on the river with a beautiful woman. After returning home, after a long night, we did some favorite things to pass the time, as for 'Jiang Qingyue is close to people', it is just a metaphor to describe that when we are doing things, we feel like we are flying to the moon."

After the words fell, the audience fell silent. Isn't this a fucking erotic poem! ?

It's just that this poem is obscene but the words are not obscene, it is really a rare masterpiece, I am!This is simply a poem written by a shameless person.

Now Le Xuan even wants to tear Wang Hao's heart apart. You must know that Wang Hao is using her identity, which means that after tonight's banquet is over, the name of her generation of prostitutes will quickly spread throughout Yaotian federal.

If Qiu Lei is rescued and their identities are exposed, and they return to the Interstellar Federation, a girl who can write erotic poems will be named on her head, which will make her go to the streets in the future! ?

Chapter 199 I am a Lost Lamb

"Cough cough..."

It took Guo Yunzi a while to come back to his senses. He was shocked by Wang Hao. He has been studying all his life, but he really didn't expect to be defeated by a erotic poem in his twilight years.

"Grandpa, are you okay!" Duoduo hurriedly stepped forward to support Guo Yunzi, and gave Wang Hao a vicious look. This is simply a scum that insults gentleness.

"What you just said is true? Rafting on the river with a beautiful woman, and doing that kind of thing while hiding in the fog!?" Zhao Yiling looked at Wang Hao coldly.

Seeing this, the boys in the audience instantly became excited.

The eldest lady finally saw the true face of this man clearly, so what if his literary talent is outstanding?Dare to deceive the young lady's feelings, this is equivalent to buying a ticket to hell.

Wang Hao's eyes were full of melancholy, and he sighed softly: "Once the sea was too difficult for water, I was just a lost lamb and didn't know what I needed at all, but after I met you, I realized that except Wushan is not a cloud, please let me Say three words to you loudly, I love you!"

Zhao Yiling's pretty face flushed when Wang Hao stared at her. That kind of affectionate look hit her heart directly, making her heart beat faster, and she instantly forgot about her plan to teach Wang Hao a lesson.

The boys present were dumbfounded, Nima, what's wrong with Miss?How could the former Iceberg Queen become like this! ?

Doesn't she understand that this is a scumbag who is deceiving her feelings! ?

Wang Hao lightly brushed Zhao Yiling's beautiful hair on her forehead, and looked at her obsessively, "Clear water produces hibiscus, you can carve it naturally, you are so beautiful!"

Zhao Yiling's slender neck turned red in an instant, and her whole body was extremely hot. She felt that if she stayed any longer, she would be completely deceived by this man's rhetoric.

Thinking of this, Zhao Yiling flirted with Wang Hao, said, "Big villain", and ran away quickly, not knowing where he was going.

The corner of Wang Hao's mouth twitched slightly, and he yelled at Zhao Yiling's back, "My fair lady, you are a gentleman, even if you go to the ends of the earth, I will find you..."

Hearing this, Zhao Yiling's pretty face turned redder, her body became hotter, and the speed of her feet accelerated again. She was afraid that if she stayed any longer, she would definitely sink completely.

Although she also very much hoped that Wang Hao would become her man, but in this era where all people practice martial arts, it is indeed good to have literary talents, but life still needs to be maintained by force.

Especially for someone like her who was born in the marshal's family, the man he looks for may not have literary talent, but he must have martial arts talent.

So before Wang Hao showed his martial arts talent, she must not fall too quickly.

Ling Xiao and the others looked at Wang Hao, feeling an urge to worship him. Nima, in less than 10 minutes, a few poems that flowed through the ages blurted out, directly knocking a girl unconscious.

If it wasn't for the girl's fast running, she would have been packed and taken away by Wang Hao in a few minutes.

However, although literary talent is very important, it is still no match for Wang Hao's ultimate nirvana of picking up girls. This level of shamelessness is really invincible.

How on earth did he have the nerve to say, My fair lady, a gentleman is so good! ?Can this gentleman have anything to do with Wang Hao! ?

Could it be that he didn't have a clue in his heart, who just wrote a few erotic poems, can this be considered a gentleman! ?

After Zhao Yiling left, Wang Hao looked at Guo Yunzi with disgust on his face, "Old guy, if you can't do it, don't come out to embarrass yourself, let's go home and farm!"

"Little guy, whoever said that poem just now is right, and literature is very controversial, so there is no saying who wins." Guo Yunzi said lightly: "If you are really capable, how about we compare piano, chess, calligraphy and painting again!?"

"Oh, the old guy is still not giving up!" Wang Hao looked at Guo Yunzi, since this old guy wants to be abused, then he will not be polite, just to show off my Huaxia Shenwei.

But at this time, the eyes of the girls present looked at Wang Hao, but there was a strong love in their eyes.

Leaving aside those few beautiful poems, the rest of the poems describing women are all famous poems through the ages.

If this is written for them, then their names will be passed down through the ages along with these poems. Even if their faces grow old and their lives wither, their former faces will still live in the hearts of future generations and become goddesses praised by everyone.

This is too tempting for a woman who loves beauty.

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One must know that Yaotian Federation's antiquity is prevalent, if a poem that can be passed down through the ages is written for them, then those big figures and powerful people will definitely come here, which will undoubtedly raise their grade by several levels.

It's a pity that these poems are all written for Zhao Yiling, they can fully imagine that in a few months, Zhao Yiling will definitely represent the number one beauty of Yaotian Federation.

"Come here, take care of pen and ink!" Guo Yunzi waved his hand, and his whole temperament changed instantly, vividly reminding him of the temperament of a generation of writers.

Hearing this, several maids nearby quickly brought up two tables, complete with pens, inks, papers and inkstones.