Although Han Sanqian and Pangolin were completely sitting on one side at this time, because of their isolation, they looked as if they were wearing small shoes and sitting in a corner.
However, these two guys didn't take this seriously at all.
As the food and wine arrived, the pangolin, which was still a little uncomfortable, looked at Hansanqian Lake eating and drinking. The pangolin also became worried. After a whole day in the desert, who is not thirsty and hungry?!
As these two crazies swept across the country, and the corresponding elegant singing and dancing, the comparison between the two could not be said to be incompatible, it could simply be said to be a disgrace to the scenery...
Seeing these two guys like this, a bunch of young men and young masters shook their heads in disdain, some exaggerated, and even showed disgust.
What a place for elegant talent. Why do these two trashy people come out? The country bumpkins are indeed country bumpkins.
As the dance ended, the singers slowly retreated, and the song at this time also entered gently and gently, as slowly and beautifully as the water in a stream.
The entire hall felt relatively peaceful, relaxed and comfortable.
"Just now, I have learned how to write poems while drinking wine. Mr. Yuan is obviously better. Next, there are couplets."
"My young lady has given the question. All gentlemen and young masters, please answer."
As soon as the words fell, the woman slowly said again: "You are wandering in the clouds."
"The setting sun returns home to me." A certain young man smiled relaxedly.
"Okay!" Everyone cheered.
"The green mountains are not old at all, but become white because of the snow."
"The green water has no waves at all, but is blown by the wind."
"good!"
There was another round of applause, and the woman began to ask questions again, and all the gentlemen also responded one after another. For a while, the whole hall was filled with the sound of calligraphy and incessant applause.
"Do you feel like visiting that kind of farm?" the pangolin asked with a grunt as his mouth was stuffed with a native chicken.
"You guy, so many things can't shut your mouth." Han Sanqian shook his head helplessly: "Isn't this pretty good? There is food to eat, wine to drink, music to listen to, and occasionally people can listen to you.
Read the poem and read it."
"Hey, having said that, Han Sanqian, you are absolutely awesome in terms of force value. You are also one of the people I admire, but when it comes to fighting, you are definitely not good at it, right?" Pangolin chuckled.
He said, after saying that, he seemed to think that his idea was very cool, and couldn't help but said in amusement: "Otherwise, you wouldn't be sitting here eating and drinking with me in the lake. You look like a fool."
Han Sanqian smiled softly, and then drank a glass of wine.
At this time, the couplets in the hall also developed from simple questions at the beginning to quatrains.
"The moon is full and the moon is waning, and the moon is waning and the moon is full. Year after year, at dusk and morning, the sun will not appear until the end of the night!"
As soon as this sentence came out, a group of literati looked at each other in confusion, not knowing how to answer.
As early as a few seconds ago, many people had been holding it in for a long time. Now, the pairs are getting harder and harder, and many people have already been sweating profusely. They are not as relaxed and relaxed as before.
"This sentence is so difficult." The pangolin touched his chin and said softly with a frown.
Han Sanqian nodded, it was indeed a bit difficult.
"You can't come out, can you?" Pangolin looked at Han Sanqian's appearance and couldn't help but said: "So I said, you can completely suppress me with force, but when it comes to words, hehe, you and I are the same."
"Does eating so much chicken make you so confident?" Han Sanqian laughed softly.
"Damn, don't be pretentious. Are you right about this kind of pairing? Oh, you and I are just like that. Crows laugh at pigs, but I don't think so." The pangolin muttered disdainfully.
Han Sanqian smiled slightly, and after confirming that no one was around, he put down his chopsticks slightly: "Don't say that I'm hitting you, listen carefully. Flowers bloom and fall, flowers fall and flowers bloom, summer, summer, autumn, summer, summer and cool, and it begins after the harsh winter.
spring."
"The moon is full... the flowers are blooming..." The pangolin was counting on his fingers and mumbling something. After a long time, he suddenly raised his head and looked at Han Sanqian, as if he had seen a ghost: "
Damn it, Han Sanqian. Damn you..."
The neatness and perfection of the couplets can only be described in one word, absolutely.
At this time, behind the bead curtain, the woman sitting slightly upright was suddenly stunned. Through the bead curtain, she slowly looked at Han Sanqian who was eating and drinking in the lake outside the bead curtain...
