Zhuo Lang agreed to this lottery, but Gu Chao wanted to come up with the same lottery.

Gu Chao himself has no resources at all, so Gu Chao looks at Yi Shuiwu.

Yi Shuiwu blushed a little, and his fingertips touched his fingertips: "Here, I only have twenty inferior energy stones, and there are more."

This is difficult. If you can't get a similar lottery, it will naturally be difficult to win Zhuolang's lottery.

Gu Chao laughed at the moment: "The twenty inferior vitality stones of Yishuiwu are not enough, and my left arm is not enough."

Gu Chao is crazy!

He even dared to bet on his left arm.

Everyone was shocked now.

And this is obviously a bet he wants to lose.

Yi Shuiwu immediately stood up: "How can this work? No, no."

Gu Chao said coldly: "When men speak, all women need to do is stand behind and be obedient."

Yishuiwu still had to stop him, but Gu Chao's eyes were sharp, and Yishuiwu couldn't help but hesitate.

Yi Shuijing was also watching the show behind her back with her hands in the distance.

Everyone has regarded Gu Chao as a crazy gambler. Isn’t a crazy gambler going to be like this? Of course, Gu Chao knew intently that he was a sure victory, so he dared to gamble like this. It was a strange thing to not win. At the same time, he deliberately used this move to make others analyze their own personality wrong. If someone dealt with him in the future, it would be easy to cause mistakes due to this misjudgment.

Zhuo Lang was obviously shocked by Gu Chao's ruthlessness, and he actually dared to gamble on his left arm. It was so crazy. After a while, he said, "Okay, okay, Si Xinlian and I are in the same group, you are in the same group as Yi Shuiwu, and now you are in the same group as Yi Shuiwu."

The atmosphere became extremely tense in an instant.

This is really a super big gamble, and it is a big bet in all aspects. And it also has a left arm.

Si Xinlian said, "How to bet? What poems should we write? Otherwise, how about we each have a set of questions?" she said playfully.

Gu Chao shrugged: "Then there is no need, you can give the questions." Gu Chao is a person with a very good memory. Tang poetry and Song lyrics from his previous life. Most of Gu Chao remembered them clearly, so no matter what questions he gave, Gu Chao didn't care, so he was generous. Others now have a bad gambler and a fool.

Si Xinlian smiled charmingly: "I am really a brave person. I admire him. I admire him. The little woman took advantage of this question. It was at a drink party. How about writing poems with wine?"

"Did Junior Brother Gu start writing or I start writing?" Si Xinlian asked.

"Just start with you two." Gu Chao said thornyly.

Si Xinlian was delighted: "Then let me start with writing."

She picked up the sheep hair, laid the rice paper, and quickly wrote it on the paper.

"The rain is covered with wind and wind,

A fishing boat with thousands of smoke,

Buy fish and wine sellers,

But he circled the Mi family boat around the calligraphy and painting."

This poem was actually not written by Si Xinlian. Si Xinlian once studied in Jixia Academy for a while. Si Xinlian had a good relationship with several young men at the same time, and one of them was fascinated by her. The man named Fang Qiankun was quite talented and once sent several poems to Si Xinlian to touch Si Xinlian's heart.

And this poem is exactly what Fang Qiankun wrote.

The reason why Si Xinlian is full of confidence is because this poem is in. This poem is indeed written too well. It is precisely because of this that Si Xinlian deliberately wrote the title and wrote the poem with wine.

Si Xinlian's calligraphy is very beautiful, and it is a very beautiful small regular script.

The content of the poem is even more beautiful.

Seeing that Si Xinlian wrote a poem, the group of people next to him couldn't help but be amazed, all sighing when Si Xinlian had such skills in writing poetry. This was a very first-class poem. Not to mention that it was famous throughout the Great Qi Empire, at least it was not difficult to spread the reputation of the poem to several provinces. Sure enough, Si Xinlian is worthy of being a talented woman.

Si Xinlian couldn't help but smiled arrogantly: "How is it, how is it written?"

Zhuo Lang also looked at Gu Chao with a sneer: "Gu Chao, it seems that I am going to accept your left arm."

Yi Shuiwu looked pale. Although she had no idea about the way of poetry, she would definitely be a very bad liquor poem, but she didn't know that this poem was very good. Yi Shuijing still had a cold expression and watched the show. She seemed not to be moved by external things at all, and someone even informed others.

The undercurrent is surging.

Zhuo Lang looked at Gu Chao: "It's your turn, why, can't you write it? Or was it scared by this poem that I couldn't write it."

Yi Shuiwu said, "Gu Chao, let's go. I will beg my mother to protect you this time. Let's see who dares to do anything randomly."

Gu Chao raised his hand and said, "What are you going? I haven't written a poem yet."

Gu Chao was also planning to write poetry. When he met a poem like Si Xinlian, could Gu Chao still write poems that compete with each other? Others think that Gu Chao was having a bad gambling attack. Gu Chao looked at the expressions of these people and sighed. Such poems are also praised as good poetry, at most, the level of the third or fourth level is indeed an era with extremely underdeveloped poetry culture.

Gu Chao laughed loudly and yelled: "Wine comes."

To make a move, you must do your best.

Gu Chao is going to make a move now!

Zhuo Lang nodded, and immediately someone brought a bottle of wine. Gu Chao slapped the mud in the wine jar and the aroma of wine was overflowing. Gu Chao sniffed the jar and drank it like a whale sucking the Yangtze River. He kept drinking the wine in a while. In a short while, a lot of wine leaked along the mouth of the jar and on his chin, and then on his clothes, wetting the clothes on his chest.

After Gu Chao finished drinking this jar, he raised his hand: "Come back to the wine."

Zhuo Lang sneered: "Gu Chao, you are just drinking and delaying time now, what are you pretending to be."

Gu Chao also sneered: "It's so annoying. Could it be that I don't even dare to bring wine to you? I want to write a poem about wine. How can I not drink wine and come back?"

Zhuo Lang nodded slightly, and someone gave him another jar of wine.

Gu Chao started drinking, making his face and cheeks flushed slightly, and his eyes seemed to be much blurred. After drinking two jars of wine, Gu Chao seemed to be quite drunk and snatched another jar. In his expression, he felt more drunk, as if he was in a half-drunk and half awake state, and at the same time he shook his steps, as if he was walking drunk.

Zhuo Lang, Si Xinlian and others immediately thought of Gu Chao's reaction now. He obviously wanted to pretend to be drunk and avoid it. Tomorrow he would find some people, such as Yi Shuiwu's mother, to rely on this account. He actually thought of this solution. Si Xinlian smiled slightly and said in Zhuo Lang's ear: "No, he pretends to be drunk, I have a way to mess with him." Zhuo Lang naturally understood that Si Xinlian said that there would be a way to play him, so let it go. Gu Chao, if you don't get rid of him today, we won't call him Zhuo Lang. Si Xinlian and Zhuo Lang both waved their hands secretly, indicating that the person who had been ambushed a long time ago was ready.

Gu Chao took another sip of wine and sat in front of a desk.

"Come on paper."

"Brother."

"Molai."

Gu Chao shouted three times in a row, and he was quite drunk.

Immediately someone sent paper, pen and ink.

Paper is Zhangzhou rice paper, pen is sheep's hair pen, and ink is Duanzhou graphite.

Gu Chao was drunk and held the sheep's pen in his hand.

Gu Chao originally wanted to use Zhang Xu's cursive script, but although he had learned calligraphy in his previous life, he missed Zhang Xu's cursive script, so he only did not use Zhang Xu's cursive script, which is most suitable for this atmosphere. Then he thought about using thin gold style. The characteristics of thin gold style are thin, straight and straight. The horizontal strokes are ending with hooks, the vertical strokes are ending with dots, the strokes are like daggers, the strokes are like cutting knives, and the vertical hooks are slender and long; some continuous strokes are like flying silk, which is quite beautiful.

"Those who abandon me should not stay yesterday's day, and those who disturb my heart will have more worries tomorrow." When these two sentences first came out, everyone couldn't help but wonder, what does these two sentences give people the feeling? It doesn't seem to be very beautiful, and it has nothing to do with wine. Let's take a look first.

Si Xinlian and Zhuo Lang both sneered in their hearts.

"The long wind sends autumn geese to thousands of miles, and it can make you feel like a tall building.

Penglai article Jian'an bones, Xiao Xie is clear in the middle.

They all have a happy and prosperous life and want to fly, and want to climb up to the blue sky and embrace the bright moon.

Draw a knife to cut off the water and flow more, raise a glass to relieve sorrow and sorrow.

Life is not satisfactory in the world, and the Ming Dynasty is spreading a small boat."

Quiet, dead quiet.

Just now, everyone thought Gu Chao was just here to pretend to be drunk and delay time, but now he can't help but be silent.

Too! Too! Too! OK.

Although this poem, although Xiao Xie Youqingfa in the middle does not understand the meaning of it, it is very impressive to have a happy and prosperous thoughts on flying, and it is really amazing to go up to the sky and embrace the bright moon. This sentence is actually higher than the one from Si Xinlian. The next sentence is more flowing, and the raising of the knife to cut off the water, and raising the cup to relieve sorrow and sorrow. This poem can be called the level of the quatrain of the ages. Even if this poem is placed in the Jixia Academy, it can also shake down, let alone put it on Mount Tai.

There is also the last sentence: Life is not satisfactory in the world, and the Ming Dynasty was full of leisure and freedom.

The level of this poem is so high that it is beyond words.

Is this really done by Gu Chao?

Zhuo Lang and Si Xinlian both had a clear face. No matter how stupid they were, they knew that they had lost, and they lost miserably. It was incredible that a young man from a businessman family would write such a poem.

Yi Shuiwu couldn't help but feel happy. She was full of sorrow just now, but no matter how natural she was, she understood that Gu Chao's level of this poem was far superior to Zhuo Lang and Si Xinlian.

The iceberg-like Yi Shui Mirror also looked at Xiang Gu Chao. This was the first time she was seriously looking at Gu Chao.

And more people are muttering this poem. The style of the Great Qi Empire is the heaviest among the seven major countries. A thousand poems with excellent verses naturally make everyone amazed.

Gu Chao smiled faintly. This is the absolute level of eternal age. It is ridiculous to fight poetry with himself. In this world, no one can fight poetry with himself. Although this sentence is very pretentious, it is indeed a fact. Zhuo Lang is called automatically sending the hilarious silver of heaven and earth to his hands. This guy is really stupid.

(The second update is here. I wrote a poem for the first time in my life. I found it really good. I felt good when I wrote it.)
Chapter completed!