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Zhang Feng waved his hand.

"What is there to say about this poem? I sang it casually after drinking!"

Now let him talk about this poem?

Goodbye!

But Li Chengqian stopped doing it, and still asked: "Will someone who can make such a poem be a mess?"

"Do you know that your poems I was framed by my dad to be a treasure to be handed down. Let's inherit it!"

Li Chengqian shook the head, staring at Zhang Feng curiously.

"Zhang Feng brother, give me the bottom line, how many poems do you have? Do you know that there is a poem meeting in Chang'an City during the Dragon Boat Festival, if you are willing to go , Certainly, that Cháng'ān's top card Courtesan, no one has ever been destined for a Young Lady Jing Shu of Fangze, will..."

"Poem meeting?"

"Jing Shu ?"

Zhang Feng was a little dizzy.

It’s okay to have fun, you let Dang! Poetry meet?

He knows that the Great Tang Poetry Club is abnormal. Basically, many ladies will go to the Poetry Club, and Chang'an City and even Great Tang’s great talents will rush Come to Cháng'ān just to participate in this poem meeting.

Not only is it an opportunity to become famous, but it is also an opportunity to embrace beauty.

Even by chance, they will be taken by the Great Family, and then become the inside of the door.

But, the premise is that you know poetry!

He is not afraid to write poems, but he is even more concerned with poems than fighting poems?

Forget it.

Goodbye.

When the time comes, he is the first person to die. Just his little ink, go to that place, it is pure abuse!

Zhang Feng's face was stern, and he said: "Brother Li's kindness, I understand it, but what is poetry?"

"That is a kind of artistic conception!"

"It was not produced for the sake of fighting, otherwise, what is the use of this poem?"

"This is a knife for murder, the source of hatred, if Brother Li is really for I’m fine, so I’m not going to mention it again! I don’t want to kill evil because of poetry!"

Li Chengqian was stunned.

How did this good poetry club become a murderer?

But when I think about it, it's really interesting.

Zhang Feng's poems are too shocking. If he appears on the stage, then those who want to win a tomorrow's underachievers, wouldn't it be that the metropolis will return in disappointment?

Then this will cut off their prospects, and they will be devastated, abandon all restraint?

Even, jumping into the river to commit suicide, this is all light...

He knows that he used to be a talented person at the poetry meeting, because the beloved woman intends to win at the Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting When he was famous, she could be favored by the woman, but due to fate, the woman finally fell in love with another gifted man. In the end...

The man, in his anger, killed the woman’s family and that gifted family’s family. !

When Father Emperor was still Prince of Qin, this incident was very furious, but in the end it was nothing.

At this time, Li Chengqian was also impressed with Zhang Feng.

"That's all! Zhang Feng brother's artistic conception, I can’t wait for it!"

"What artistic conception?"

At this moment, how many The dizzy drunkard came up, drank a strong alcohol, hooked Li Chengqian and Zhang Feng and started drinking.

"I said you two are watching a good show, right?"

"It is said that brothers want to share the joys and sorrows. Our several brothers have all drunk a big jar, no! You have to make up!"

"Yes! I have finished with Chong'zi, and Big Fool Wei, you two are not fake, or I won't forgive me with my fist!"

Zhang Feng's eyelids twitched.

Yes!

These two cannot afford to offend!

When this fist comes down, he will probably belch!

"Come!"

"Do it!"

"Whoever doesn't finish it, whoever grandson!"

Zhang Feng is also stiff Woke up.

Grabbing three jars with sixty-five written on them, and threw them to the three of them, then picked up the two jars with one written on it, and when it became muddy, he raised his neck and drank.

The three major JISCOs, at first sight, how can they stand it?

Putting up the neck is dry, even Li Chengqian couldn't help but clenched the teeth, raising his neck, gurgling fiercely.

"Hiccup——!"

Go down with a jar of wine.

Zhang Feng feels that the world is spinning even if he has only ten degrees of alcohol.

I was looking at Cheng Chumo. Now they are basically lying on the ground, holding the wine jar and not letting go.

Still still silly hehe smile.

And Li Chengqian is not much better.

Drinking and drinking, he raised his neck and fell to the ground with a bang, and hu hu fell asleep.

Zhang Feng wandered around and sat on a stool faintly. After a long time, he finally recovered from the dizziness, but when he saw the man on the ground, he couldn’t help but feel his head. Big.

Last night, I overturned my old man. Now Dabai, he has overturned my son again. Wouldn't they beat me with big clubs and mallets?

As soon as I thought about it, Zhang Feng hurriedly got up and went to bolt the door, which was deeply sighed in relief.

But people in this place, how is this neat?

In case the shop is demolished again, then...

"Brother! You are not thick...Roar 1"

At this time, Cheng Chumo started doing it dazedly, grabbed the collar of Zhang Feng's back jacket, pointed at a person in the same place dazedly, and sipped contemptuously.

"hehe...hey...it's all scum! It's better to drink! Come on, why are you still...hiccup...not pour?"

Zhang Feng was dumbfounded.

What do you say about this fuck?

So I can't drink if I don't drink it?

At this moment, Cheng Chumo took down two jars of wine from the wine cabinet after falling a few horses. It took him a long time to climb in front of Zhang Feng and grab Zhang Feng by the collar. .

"Hah!"

"If you don't drink it well, just look down on my Iron Ox!"

Zhang Feng's face is green.

This is Laozi’s little Tavern, okay?

Is it Lao Tzu’s wine?

But, where did Cheng Chumo drink so much?

At first glance, Zhang Feng didn't move.

Is it still worth it?

I’m going to beat people, Zhang Feng clenched the teeth, looking at the word written on the wine jar, he roared: "Hah! Mother, if you don’t drink, you just look down on me Zhang Feng, you are a bully!"

"A bully?"

Cheng Chumo hearing this, it’s a blow.

I smashed the mud seal with a fist, raised my neck, and poured it out.

After a while, only two cracking sounds of wine jars were heard.

Zhang Feng and Cheng Chumo also had a drink.

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