"Don't come over here!"

"The fool is trying to run away, catch him!" Li Yong shouted fiercely, and several people hurriedly restrained Qin Mo.

"Oh my god, Idiot is so strong. It would be difficult for us to catch him!" Liu Rujian said.

"Xiao Chai, open Qin Mo's mouth!" Li Yongmeng said.

Chai Rong pinched Qin Mo's mouth and said, "Brother Qin, be patient, we will go home as soon as we wake up!"

Qin Mo was so angry that he wanted to hit someone, "I'll paint, don't get drunk..."

"Idiot, don't be stubborn. We are all here. If we don't take a look at the Zhao family, it will be in vain. It's all for Li Yue's marriage. As brothers, you have to make some sacrifices."

"You guys who forget about your friends...GuluGulu..."

The wine in Tianxiangyuan today is really bad!

And these people really broke Qin Mo's heart.

"Idiot, persistence is victory. As long as you are drunk, we can watch the Zhao family!" Liu Rujian encouraged.

"I won't drink anymore, I'm drunk..."

"No, you're not drunk!"

"You can drink a kilogram of Shao Dao, but the wine from Tianxiangyuan is not strong!" Li Yongmeng was afraid that Qin Mo would not be completely drunk, so he drank it all in one breath.

It wasn't until Qin Mo let out a long belch that the others let go.

Qin Mo was so angry in his heart that he rewarded one person and the other lost his mind, "I'm just waiting for you, useless little trash, to compose poems. If I say second place, no one dares to say first place!"

Several people covered their heads, but their faces were full of smiles, "It's done!"

But Qin Mo's words aroused dissatisfaction from others.

"What a loud tone!"

"Who do you think you are? Who among the people here doesn't have special skills?"

Qin Mo walked forward in a swaggering manner, not even bothering to beep with them. He came to the stairs and was guarded by two women.

Qin Mo asked: "Are there any requirements for writing poetry?"

The maid said: "The theme is loneliness!"

Qin Mo was stunned. This topic was interesting. No wonder these so-called talents were stumped.

Even if someone composes a poem, it is just a matter of moaning and chanting without any illness.

"Can the words be used?"

"Can!"

The maid nodded.

"Okay, people upstairs, listen up!"

Qin Mo shouted, attracting everyone's attention, and many people showed contempt in their eyes.

This man is so vulgar, what good words can he come up with?

However, when Qin Mo blurted out the first sentence, everyone trembled.

Just listen to Qin Mo's words: "Looking and looking, it's deserted and miserable. It's most difficult to take a breath when it's warm and then cold. How can three cups and two glasses of light wine defeat him? The wind will blow in the evening!"

Repeated words, seven sets of repeated words are used at the beginning!

Who is this person?

A few sentences describe a lonely scene, and I even feel sympathy for the people in the scene.

Everyone's expressions changed.

Qin Mo continued: "The yellow flowers are piled up all over the ground, and they are haggard and damaged. Who is worthy of picking them now?"

"Guarding the window, how can I be alone in the dark? The sycamore trees are drizzled, and at dusk, it drops bit by bit. How can I be so sad this time!"

Drop the last word!

Everyone was stunned.

What a "How can one word "chou" be so good!

Those who had looked down upon Qin Mo just now did not dare to say anything now.

If this poem is composed into music, it will definitely be famous in Gyeonggi.

One person couldn't help but asked: "Dare you ask me your name?"

"Dongshan, Li Qingzhao!" Qin Mocai didn't say his real name. If his cheap father and father-in-law found out, they wouldn't skin him!

"Brother Li, nice to meet you!" Everyone was in awe!

Li Yongmeng and others also breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Hanzi didn't say his real name.

If others knew that the seven of them came to Tianxiangyuan in a group, the censors would also impeach them, not to mention that their father would not let them go.

"Where is it!" Qin Mo also raised his hand, and then said to the maid guarding the stairs: "Maybe this poem will catch the attention of everyone in Zhao?"

The maid is also someone who knows how to appreciate. This poem is definitely a rare masterpiece. She does not dare to delay and quickly greets her, "Sir, please wait a moment!"

With that said, he went up to the attic!

At this time, in the boudoir, a beautiful woman was listening attentively. This poem... is really sad!

It’s just like talking about herself again!

"This poem is so well written!" Zhao Manyun felt that her heart was hit directly and looked at the big man beside her, "Should you go?"

"You want to see the lyricist downstairs?"

"yes!"

Zhao Manyun nodded, "Go back and tell Aunt Rou that the money will be sent to you soon, and I will also reassure Aunt Rou that Manyun has never forgotten her mission!"

"Just remember. One day, you will stand upright under the sun." After saying this, the big man turned over from the window.

Just at this time, there was a knock on the door, "Miss, someone has written a poem below, I have copied it!"

Zhao Manyun said: "Who is the surname of the lyricist? How old is he?"

"Dongshan Li Qingzhao! Around twenty!"

"What a good name!" Zhao Manyun nodded, "Please come up and talk about it, Mr. Li!"

"But, miss, that man drank a lot!"

"No problem!"

Zhao Manyun thought to herself, there must be many stories about people who can make such sad words after drinking.

What is even more valuable is that this poem is written from a female perspective.

When the maid heard this, she quickly went downstairs and said, "Li Langjun, Mr. Zhao, please come up and talk!"

Wow!

Hearing this, everyone gritted their teeth in jealousy.

How many people are waiting here, just to see Mr. Zhao.

They bit their pens just to write a soul-stirring poem, but they had just arrived and finished a poem in just a few seconds.

Not to mention women, even men felt that that person was too lonely and lonely...

Li Yongmeng and others were also very happy, "Idiot, it's done!"

Qin Mo raised his feet and walked up. Li Yongmeng and others also planned to follow. Several tall guards stepped forward and blocked their way. "This road is blocked. If you want to go up this floor, please use your skills!"

"We came together, why aren't we allowed to go up?"

"That's right, why don't you let us go up!" Several people were extremely anxious.

"Stop talking nonsense, we're making trouble, be careful to throw you out!" the nurse said fiercely.

Liu Rujian pulled Dou Yiai, "It is said that Tianxiangyuan is also related to the fourth prince!"

Li Yongmeng and the others couldn't get up, so they could only stare from below.

Qin Mo went upstairs, knocked on the door, and waited for the sound to come from inside, then opened the door and went in.

What catches the eye is the antique boudoir, with sandalwood lingering, accompanied by the fragrance of the woman's body. The fragrance is very elegant and not tacky at all.

In the middle of the boudoir, blocked by a bead curtain, a hazy woman with a veiled face was sitting behind the guzheng. The sound she spoke was like the sound of a clear spring, refreshing, "Li Langjun, please sit down. Come and see."

Tea!"
Chapter completed!