Afterwards, Wang Fugui continued to speak.

"There is a beautiful woman in the north. She looks so beautiful. I really want to take her home, but unfortunately I don't dare!"

well!

Speaking of this, Wang Fugui sighed deeply, with indescribable loneliness and loneliness in his eyes.

hiss!

Lu Changsheng took back what he said just now.

There is really a worse poem than the first one.

This is his meow.

You are the poet Zhang Dapao?

In the Mingyue Ancient Square, Lu Changsheng was completely stunned.

What kind of demons and monsters is this poem written by this horse?

What kind of demons and monsters are those who can write such poems?

This is no longer illiterate or not, is this mentally retarded?

But what shocked Lu Changsheng again was.

At this moment, Mantang was in an uproar again.

"Good poem! Good poem!"

"Although there are some vulgarity, it comes from the heart. OK, OK, it's great."

"This poem expresses our thoughts. I really want to take it home, but unfortunately I don't dare."

"Yes, although there are some vulgarity, the ancients said that great elegance is great vulgarity, and great vulgarity is great! Both the elegant and the common people appreciate it, and both the elegant and the common people appreciate it! Hahahaha!"

"This poem reminds me of a Taoist couple I have never seen yet."

"This poem reminds me of my childhood hometown."

"You can't say it, this poem reminds me of that unforgettable summer when Azhen fell in love with Aqiang."

"I'll lose it, fellow Taoists, is it too much? How much have you collected?"

"Okay, okay, okay, what a good person who is a good person is appreciated by both the elite and the masses."

"Although I think this poem is average, you all agree, and I agree too!"

The cheers were everywhere.

It made Lu Changsheng feel inexplicably uncomfortable.

It’s not because his poems are too poor.

But these people, if they have money, don’t take him to make money, they will eat alone.

At this moment, Lu Changsheng wanted to ask Wang Fugui a word.

How much does a good review cost? I only charge half of it!

But, at this moment, an extremely pleasant voice suddenly rang out.

"I heard that the senior brother of Taoist sect, Lu Changsheng, is here. I hope that senior brother can write a poem based on me, and write a poem?"

The sound sounded, it was the sound of Sikong Nanqin.
Chapter completed!