"No, no, the poem you made is not about Mid-Autumn Festival at all, you are foul!" As everyone watched, Lu Qinghong's reaction was a little fierce, he stood up suddenly and shouted to Li Muyun.

However, this time Li Muyun did not spoil him anymore and sneered, "Taking the Mid-Autumn Festival as the title? When did Lu Jun's memory become so poor? When did he say it just now, it was clearly stated that it was titled with the moon, or there was a moon in the poem. So many people here heard it. Could it be that Lu Jun wanted to change his mind again?"

Lu Qinghong was stunned for a moment, but he quickly rushed to say, "It's said it's based on the moon, but who doesn't know that today is Mid-Autumn Festival..."

"Mid-Autumn Festival is Mid-Autumn Festival, and the moon is the moon, just like Lingtang is a woman, but women may not be all Lingtangs. Is this right?" Li Muyun said leisurely, but everyone present heard the teasing in his tone clearly.

"You..." Lu Qinghong's eyes almost burst out because of anger, but Li Muyun's other identity was from the third-grade Xiaoyaohou, several levels higher than his stinger, which made him feel full of swear words stuck in his throat, but he couldn't say it.

"Okay, I've finished my poem just now. Now it's your turn. I believe that I'm not going to cheat on Lu, right?" Li Muyun looked at Lu Qinghong, who was almost angry with him, shrugged his shoulders, looked at the people around him outside the main seat, and said with a threat.

Lu Qinghong was also very clear at this time that he would lose no matter what the first game was. Even if he forced himself to take out the poem he had prepared, it would be useless. Instead of showing off his shame, it would be better to hide his weakness. If Li Muyun's second poem is not very good in a while, he would have three poems in his hand to compare with it.

I have to say that Lu Qinghong's heart is really big. At this time, he still thinks about Tian Ji's horse racing, so he doesn't think about it. Since Li Muyun can come up with such a poem, how could the second and third poems be different?

However, this guy's eyes were now fascinated by jealousy, and he didn't realize that he was going further and further on the wrong path. Even at a certain moment, he was still dreaming about how to humiliate Li Muyun if he lost.

"Hey, can you do it? If you can, take out your poems quickly. If you don't, drink quickly." Wang Qing finally waited a little impatiently, rolled his eyes and said to Lu Qinghong.

As a young man, he is so impulsive at some point, admiring someone and very much of him are often in such a moment.

Li Muyun's performance just now seemed to be cool in Wang Qing's opinion. Although he didn't know how to describe that feeling, the inexplicable excitement made him almost forget who he was.

Wang Wei also seemed to think that as a guest, Lu Qinghong was a bit too much to provoke Li Muyun without obtaining his consent, so he had no intention of stopping Wang Qing's words.

Between Lu Qinghong, Yu Zhining and Li Muyun, he chose the latter. As for the waste from the side of the Lu family... Forget it, this kind of eyeless guy will let him fend for himself.

Although Lu Qinghong was scolded by a junior, although it was very shameful, Wang Wei was still sitting here, so he couldn't have an attack on Wang Qing. In the end, he could only grit his teeth and admit defeat: "This first bet, Lu admits defeat." After saying that, he grabbed the wine cup on the table, raised his head and mixed with bitter tears, and became stuffy.

"That's right, a real man, how can he speak without trust!" Wang Qing seemed to be talking to himself, but the voice was still loud enough for everyone on the table to hear it clearly. Lu Qinghong was almost irritated by him and sprayed his blood.

"Mu Yun, take out your second poem, so that you can enjoy your teacher!" Yu Zhining was still a gentleman after all. Seeing that Lu Qinghong had learned a lesson, he changed the subject and urged Li Muyun to continue.

However, although a gentleman sometimes doesn't scold dirty words, his ignorance makes Lu Qinghong even more annoyed. If it weren't for the wrong occasion, he would probably have found a crack in the ground to get into it now.

Li Muyun was urging by Lao Yu and smiled bitterly in his heart, thinking that I am not a poet and saint, how could I write poetry? The poems that I can recite now were taught in the school in my previous life. If I continue like this, I will probably reveal my bottom sooner or later!

"Brother Muyun, come on!" Just as Li Muyun was thinking about it, Su Yatou, who was standing behind Zhining, waved her fist like him, and looked excited and looked indescribable.

Well, it seems that there is only one thing to continue. Li Muyun sighed in his heart, and once again put on a pose of looking up at the starry sky forty-five degrees. After a while, he lowered his head and looked at Lu Qinghong, who was staring at him, and recited: "The horse has newly crossed the white jade saddle. After the battle, the moonlight is cold. The sound of iron drums on the city is still vibrant..."

In the last game, Li Muyun had already walked to Lu Qinghong's side, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said word by word in a cold voice that could almost coagulate blood: "The blood of the golden knife in the box has not dried!"

With a "thump", as Li Muyun's voice fell, Lu Qinghong had already sat on the ground, and the cup and plate on the table fell off, looking very embarrassed.

However, Lu Qinghong no longer cared about these things. In his eyes, Li Muyun had turned into a god of killing at this time. He was walking towards him step by step with a long sword that was still dripping blood. He was panicked and could only roll back and hiding, hiding while shouting: "Don't, don't kill me, don't kill me! Save, help, Xiaoyaohou has killed people, Xiaoyaohou has killed people!"

"Coax..." All the people who were infected by the aura of the iron horse just now laughed. Only the students who followed Lu Qinghong from Xizhou were blushing, wishing they could stuff their heads into their crotch.

It's so embarrassing. How could I come to Shuozhou with such a leader who can cause trouble but cannot make trouble? I'm afraid that the people of Xizhou will be almost lost.

Wang Qing, Su Wanqing and several other young people who are not qualified to take the seat are also very excited. They are either shallow in their knowledge or have no attention on poetry at all, so they cannot understand the pressure that Li Muyun brought to Lu Qinghong just now.

Only Wang Wei and Yu Zhining and other old guys changed their faces instantly. Their eyes looked at Li Muyun as if they were looking at a monster.

Compared with the poem "Guanshan Yue" just now, although the poem recited by Li Muyun this time is much shorter, the iron-blooded killing aura is far more powerful than the one just now. After careful consideration, you can almost feel that you are facing a general who has just walked off the battlefield.

This poem is no longer limited to the modification of words. If this poem can make it so powerful, it must be that Li Muyun is influencing the people around him with his own aura.

Who is this guy? Why does he have such a murderous aura? Is this the one who smiled at him before? Yu Zhining is like this.

However, it is obviously not the time to ask about this matter now, and Yu Zhining also knew that if Li Muyun didn't want to say it, he would have made up countless reasons to deceive himself, but the immersive feeling just now was really a feeling, and it was not enough to prove anything as evidence.

...

Lu Qinghong was already helped up by the servant he brought, his face turned gray. At this moment, he knew clearly that he had lost, and he had no chance to recover.

This time the provocation was to shoot himself in the foot, not only offending Li Muyun, but even the two old guys Yu Zhining and Wang Wei would probably hold a grudge against him.

Wrong, really wrong. If I had known that there would be such an ending, I wouldn't have teased that kid at the beginning. Just pretend that I didn't see him, so why bother to make it so uncontrollable now?

Under the repeated blows, Lu Qinghong finally woke up and realized his mistake. However, the mistake had been made. Even if he regretted it, he had no choice but to take one step at a time and find an opportunity to solve this problem slowly.

Just when Lu Qinghong was so regretful that he could give himself a mouth, someone shouted: "Xiaoyaohou, and there is the last poem, you can do it together!"

And this shout was like a stone stirring up a thousand waves. In an instant, countless people below shouted: "Make another song! Make another song!" As for Lu Qinghong, it seemed that he had been forgotten by everyone.

This is really an embarrassing situation. If someone forces him to admit defeat or have another glass of wine at this time, Lu Qinghong might feel better, but these people ignore him, what else can feel more shameful than this?

The old servant who was holding Lu Qinghong obviously noticed the awkward atmosphere, and lowered his voice and said in a low voice: "Master, please help you go back and rest."

As a result, the old servant's kindness was once again treated as a donkey's liver and lungs. Lu Qinghong shook his head: "No, I won't leave, I want to see what his third song will be!"

Still have to watch? If you continue to watch, I'm afraid your life will be gone. The old servant who was holding Lu Qinghong looked at him with a very difficult look. He really didn't know how to persuade him any more.

At this time, the students below were almost boiling, and the shouts of "making another song" were getting louder and louder.

"Okay, let's make another poem!" Li Muyun was stimulated by this scene and immediately forgot that he would leave some poems as seeds. He raised his head and drank the wine in his hand, threw the wine at will, and shouted to the sky: "The bright moon in the Qin Dynasty was in the Han Dynasty, and the people of the Long March had not returned. But the flying general in Longcheng was there, and the Hu horse would not be able to cross the Yin Mountains."
Chapter completed!