Chapter 93 93: The pen is quite poisonous
In the room of Xinyun Hotel, Jiang Ci sat in front of the computer, looking at the person's information, and felt like shit in his heart.
Name Zhang Heng, male, age 64,
When I married my second wife some time ago, this news seemed to be on the hot search, old cows eat young grass. After seeing this news, Jiang Ci was really impressed. As for the information about his second wife, there was no information on Qiandu, and Jiang Ci didn't want to check it.
Now the trending searches for scarves are dominated by Jiang Ci’s song “It’s Not Worth It to Visit the Garden,”
Jiang Ci opened his scarf,
a group of melon-eating people below were all smiling and commenting below.
Some even went too far, asking Jiang Ci to write another poem.
After all, as far as Jiang Ci was concerned, the people from the Poetry Association were really disgusting.
At the concert, he just read two lines of poetry casually, and he was criticized by people from the Poetry Association. Did I provoke you?
So he decided to add fuel to the fire to the people of the Poetry Association.
[The autumn wind is still there, and I have nothing to do. Here is a limerick @Poetry Association@VP Zhang Heng, please appreciate it.
"To Zhang Sheng"
The eighteenth-year-old bride is an old man,
Pale hair and red makeup.
The mandarin ducks sleep in pairs at night,
A pear tree presses the begonia.
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“Here, let a class representative translate it, damn it, it’s so docile that I can’t even understand what it means.”
“Jiang Ci Lao Thief, are you planning to be on the hot search again?”
"Haha, Jiang Ci doesn't know that he is now the subject of public discussion."
"Upstairs, that's for sure. Jiang Ci has received praise from the boss of the Ministry of Rites."< br>
"The meaning of this poem is probably that a seventy-year-old bad old man married an eighteen-year-old bride. To put it simply, to put it bluntly, it means It’s because the other party is shameless, and the old cow eats young grass.”
“Damn it, upstairs, a seventy-year-old girl still marries an eighteen-year-old girl, how can this person still live?”
"Jiang Ci is satirizing the 64-year-old Zhang Heng, vice president of the Poetry Association, who married a second wife some time ago."
"Ah, is the Poetry Association so rich? Does he have any money to pay the fine for marrying a second wife?"
"Mad, it seems that the Poetry Association is really rich. After all, if poetry is selected into the Ministry of Etiquette , if it is included in the textbook of the Ministry of Rites, the rewards will be very rich."
"In this case, Jiang Ci, hurry up and do more. A few poems for my wife.”
“Haha, You Yuan has been nailed to the pillar of shame now. The garden is full of spring scenery, and a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall. This time it opens. Heng is in trouble again.”
“Let’s go and see the excitement under Zhang Heng’s scarf. Haha,”
"A pear tree overwhelms the begonia, Jiang Ci, do you think the doggerel poems are much better than those guys from the Poetry Association?"
The president of the Poetry Association is sitting in the spacious office, looking at it with blurred eyes. Looking at the computer screen, he is already very old, and the people under his command are simply outrageous.
Especially the director of the Propaganda Department, You Yuan. If it weren't for him, why would the Poetry Association be attracting the attention of the whole people and being criticized by Jiang Ci without the ability to fight back.
Then his assistant came in and looked at the president of the Poetry Association, whose eyes were blank. "President, Jiang Ci is wearing a scarf again. Take a look." She looked at the president with full eyes. It's worry.
After all, it is said that literature is not the first, and martial arts is not the second. Since ancient times, literati have killed people with their pens.
"Okay, are there any outsiders here? Don't call me president. Let me see what kind of masterpiece this little guy Jiang Ci has written." The old man's hair was covered with silver hair, and he had an elegant aura about him.
"Grandpa, take a good look. I don't know when the Poetry Association will be in such a mess." The woman is tall, has a slender waist, and is more than 20 years old. She looks like a delicate flower.
The old man opened Jiang Ci's scarf and saw the poem he wrote,
"Hahahahahaha, this little guy is so interesting. First, there is an eternal quatrain. You Yuan has been nailed to the pillar of shame, and now another poem has made Zhang Heng feel ashamed, which is really interesting. "The old man has silver hair on his head, but he is in a particularly good state of mind.
“But isn’t it a bit disrespectful for him to do this?” the woman asked with some anxiety,
"Really? Is what he said wrong? Aren't some people from the Poetry Association disrespecting their elders because of their age? They want to bully someone's younger generation?" The old man did not get angry because Jiang Ci wrote poems against their Poetry Association. angry.
"Hey, but it's still a pity that his poem "A Visit to the Garden Is Not Worth It" was not included in the textbooks of the Ministry of Rites. Otherwise, he would have received a big reward based on that poem." The old man knew that once selected into the teaching materials, the bonus would be very generous.
"This little guy's talent doesn't stop here. We in China are very lacking in this kind of ancient poetry." After the old man finished speaking, his eyes lit up, and then he thought of something and looked at his granddaughter. Asked: "Tongtong, do you think I should go out and retaliate against him personally to see what he would use?" Are you going to criticize me with poems? This little guy is not afraid of the sky or the earth.”
“No, Grandpa, you must not end up there yourself.” The girl named Tongtong was frightened. Big jump, she was really afraid that Jiang Ci would write an eternal quatrain and send her grandfather to the hospital.
Isn't You Yuan learning from the past? That guy is still in the hospital. According to the doctor, that guy was admitted to the hospital because of Jiang Ci's poem. What a rush to the heart.
"Okay, but don't tell me yet. This guy's pen is very poisonous. He sent You Yuan to the hospital directly. This is the real killing without blood. But if he doesn't write poems well, he goes to the music world. Development." The old man shook his head, he couldn't understand Jiang Ci's thinking.
The woman also nodded, "This person is really weird, and he is not afraid of offending people. He made his debut at the peak of his career, and sent more than a thousand people to jail some time ago. This has never happened before, and yet I wrote a science fiction article, and now the number of likes from netizens has surpassed the second place by more than ten "Twice as much."
The old man nodded,
"Don't worry, grandpa, I feel that there are always people in the Poetry Association who can't sit still and say: "Don't end up in trouble yourself." "The woman is really worried that Jiang Ci will write a poem that will be remembered forever and send him to the hospital.
"Okay," the old man smiled, looking at his granddaughter with eyes full of doting.
At this moment, in the office of the vice president of the Poetry Association, Zhang Heng's eyes were darkened. He was already old and had many things to do and was unable to do what he wanted. After all, he had indeed married another beautiful wife.
So when I come to the Poetry Association recently, I almost always have half a cup of wolfberry in a thermos.
When he saw the scarf that Jiang Ci used to reply to him on the Internet, his eyes turned black and he felt a chill filling Tianling Gai.
This limerick alone can make his old cow eating young grass notorious forever.
Almost all scholars want to be famous throughout the ages. No one wants to be infamous for thousands of years, let alone being sent poems.
His gums clenched, and he was naturally unconvinced, because he had borrowed his students' poems and had them used by the Ministry of Rites, and received a large bonus, and then had the money to marry a second wife. Now, netizens are using it to match Jiang Ci. The poem was simply a murderous knife, stabbing his body again and again.
He sat in front of the computer,
In this case, don’t blame me for being rude, his eyes bursting with hatred. @江ci,·····
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(End of this chapter)