Rebirth King of Pit Climbing

No matter what, Yang Ling wrote a poem. Although it was suppose to others, Principal Zhang would not really think it was made by others, especially those around Yang Ling. Principal Zhang's smile seemed to be on his face when he heard this poem.

Like a chrysanthemum, he kept nodding and said, "What a poem, what a poem! Everyone can judge now." Although Sun Hunter is over, Sun Hunter just said that the poem of the 50-cent young master can be the first.

, Now that I change my words, I will obviously be mistaken for thinking that I have any unfair relationship with Yang Ling, which is too expensive. Sun Hunter smiled and said, "Although this poem is good, Mr. Yang is lying in the name of others,

It is difficult for a young woman to judge who is better or worse. It is better to let Mr. Yang write another song, and it is the same if Mr. Li next to Mr. Yang writes it."

"That's right, that's right," Principal Huo continued to echo, and then suddenly exclaimed: "The person named Yang Ling just now seems to look familiar."

"I don't look familiar, I don't look familiar at all. I am just ordinary students of the Imperial College, all of whom are excellent students of the Imperial College in China!" Principal Zhang felt a little guilty, but his face did not show any signs, and he secretly wiped his sweat.

Yang Ling was about to sit down, but she saw Sun Hunter coming with a glass of wine. Yang Ling was a little afraid of this disaster. Anyway, every time she saw her, she would easily get shot while lying down. God knows where she learned her misleading skills.

Yang Ling touched his handsome face. Just like this, it didn't look like a mocking face. As a senior magician, Ai Muchi is so thankless job, and it is not very suitable for him to do it.

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Sure enough, the Sun Hunter, who was like a butterfly, walked up to Yangling, first drank a sip of the wine in the glass, and then handed it to Juhuaguan and said, "Thank you Mr. Li's poem, this glass of wine is a little girl toasting Li

Young Master, I hope Mr. Li will not dislike him." After saying that, he looked at Yang Ling with a charming look.

There were thin lips on the cup left on it, and the chrysanthemum was locked in the bloodthirsty eyes of the surrounding beasts. She stood up with a smile, and then slapped the wine glass and said, "Thank you, everyone in Sun, the wine is so fragrant.

It's very, actually, not to mention one, so what if it's a hundred poems? Although my name is not obvious, I often make a hundred poems. So far, I think I have never written ten thousand poems or twenty thousand poems.

There will always be one."

God knows how thick the face of Juhuaguan needs to be to say such shameless words. All the cowhides in the world are probably not enough for him to brag.

"Oh, is that?" Sun Hunter smiled softly and said, "Since that's the case, the little woman is willing to serve Mr. Li, hoping to see the style of Mr. Li's hundred poems about wine fighting. I wonder if Mr. Li is willing to give the little girl if Mr. Li is willing to give it to her.

What about this honor?”

"Oh, hahaha!" Juhuaguan was stunned, then laughed in disguise and said, "What's the difficulty? Oh, I seem to drink a little too much today, and my headache is cracked. No, no, I have to sleep.

I know. Sun, don’t worry. My third brother knows the poems I have written. In this way, I will sleep for a while and let my third brother talk to you in detail. Is that okay?" After Juhuaguan said,

I didn't care about it and fell asleep, and I didn't forget to snore a few times to prove that I was indeed asleep.

Sun Hunter chuckled and turned his gaze to Yang Ling's face, saying, "Since Mr. Li is asleep, can you tell me to the little girl?"

Damn it, damn chrysanthemum gate, Yang Ling said in anger: "I don't remember, I don't remember, I was shot in my knee, I don't remember anything." Then he sat down.

Sun Hunter pouted his little mouth and seemed a little unhappy, "Mr. Yang, do you think the little girl is a man of the world, so she is so disdainful?" Another misleading, Yang Ling's hatred was pulled even stronger.

Juhuaguan, who was originally pretending to be asleep, also straightened her body and scolded Xiao Pineapple: "Second brother, why are you doing well with a third brother?"

Little Pineapple was extremely unfair and shouted: "Brother, don't be wronged by others indiscriminately. When did I get my third brother's arrow?"

"Isn't it really yours?"

"No! Even if it's really my, she's her butt, why do I do his knees?"

"Brother, aren't you having a headache and falling asleep?" Yang Ling asked Juhuaguan.

"Ah, yes, yes, it's really sleepy. I heard in a daze that my third brother seemed to have been shot by someone. I, my brother, have to stand up for you no matter how hard it is. Oh, since it's all the same

There was a misunderstanding, brother, I continued to sleep." Juhuaguan said, and then lay down to lift the corpse.

At this time, Principal Zhang also responded at the right time: "Yang Ling, just give a few more songs. This is related to the reputation of our country's supervisors." Principal Zhang wanted to threaten a few words, but he wanted to say be careful, I will fire you, but when he saw Yang Ling's

He looked lazy and probably this threat was too much for Yang Ling's appetite, so he said again: "If you push me again, be careful that I will make you unable to get out of the Imperial College for the rest of your life."

"But I was shot in my knee!" Yang Ling argued forcefully.

"Then let's hit another arrow!" said Principal Zhang.

The young master of Wuzhong, who thought he was full of talent, saw so many people just looking for Yang Ling, especially the beauty on his side, and didn't even look at him directly. Wuzhong Master was very hurt, and the sourness in his heart was bursting out, and he couldn't help but speak loudly.

He slapped the table and said, "If you want to do it, do it. If you think you are not talented enough, don't show your eyes here. If you don't know where to copy a poem, you will be proud of it here, and you will probably be empty-headed.

Those who talk big."

Yang Ling looked at him disdainfully. Such a poor scholar had no ability except to speak verbally. Before Yang Ling was angry, the little pineapple beside him slapped the table and said, "I said my third brother plagiarized, do you have any evidence?

I also said that your poems were also copied. Don’t think it would be amazing if you even have a few wrong poems. Let me tell you, my third brother is literary and elegant, but he just doesn’t want to be compatible with you.” The little pineapple opened

A map cannon, all the Taixue students attack without distinction.

Yang Ling held his forehead, I really don’t know how Mrs. Xiao and Mr. Xiao educated his son. Can the word "little" be used casually? "Second brother, I want to ask you something, who is your enlightenment gentleman, how can you use the second brother?

Is it so talented?" Yang Ling asked.

Little Pineapple said happily: "Oh, is that right? I think so too. Third brother, you don't want to learn. Unfortunately, the old man seems to be dead, but it doesn't matter. Don't you still have your second brother here? I'll wait for the second

Let me teach you well!"

It turns out that the Chinese teacher died early and couldn't even hear the ironic tone.

Given that Xiao Pineapple's map cannon was originally just a personal conflict, and it quickly rose to class conflict, the Imperial College and the Imperial College have already started arguing. There is a poor scholar here and a prodigal son there. It won't be long before the escalation will be upgraded.

All the martial arts are in action.

"Don't quarrel!" Principal Zhang stood up suddenly, threw a cup and said, "Ah, you are still a Confucian scholar. Do you want any kindness? For a little bit of trivial matter, you are just quarreling and scolding each other. What kind of style is it?

, it would be better to let go of it now and let it go back alone." Although Principal Zhang scolded majestic, he was actually a little guilty and was ready to leave.

Principal Huo glanced at Principal Zhang. He knew him so well. He probably expected that Yang Ling had no goods in his belly. How could he not seize this opportunity to beat the dog in the water? Principal Huo stood up and laughed and said, "That's right, Zhang

The priest is right. You are all Confucians. If you want to behave in a good manner, you will not pursue your youth and spirit. We should make friends through literature. What do you think, Sun, everyone?"

"Yes!" Sun Hunter smiled and said, "It's all about the little girl, but when the little girl sees good poems, she feels itchy. I'm here to sue you, but I think Mr. Yang looks down on me.

, It's all the little girls who are blessed." When Sun Hunter said this, he was about to lose two golden beans.

Woman, it’s indeed an actor from heaven. The woman in front of her is even more powerful idol. Looking at the group of brainless fans below, Yang Ling knew that it would be impossible not to have another song today.

The 50-cent young master hero's sentiment is flooded with his feelings to save the beauty, and he took a step forward: "Why, Brother Yang, aren't you afraid? As long as you admit in public that the poem just now was indeed copied by you, let's just go over it."

"I didn't say it, it wasn't me who copied it. Isn't it just now? Was it my elder brother made it?"

"Hmph, I really think you are here. Are you all cheating if you want to? Come on, come on, let's fight for another round."

The words of the 50-cent young master immediately attracted Taixue's echo, "Fighting poems, fighting poems, fighting poems..." Taixue shouted in unison while beating the beat.

"Fighting poetry, fighting poetry, fighting poetry..." The Imperial College also cheered Yang Ling.

Sure enough, do I have to walk the paths that my predecessors have taken again? What a vulgar scene to fight poems, but Yang Ling is also in a difficult situation now. It represents the face of the Imperial College and the face of the playboy circle in the capital.

After that, I will completely integrate into them. If I don’t do it well, I will still find my two bastard brothers to pick up soap.

Yang Ling stepped out and said, "Since it is hard to refuse the kindness, I am disrespectful."

Sun Hunter appeared in front of you again and said, "It's better to use lovesickness as the topic. It's good. The poems are not limited. Whoever does it well, I will sing it on the spot." After Sun Hunter said that, he ordered the maid to get his own.

lute.

Yang Ling knew that Sun Hunter must be a monster, but when he saw the 50-cent young master, he shouted loudly and looked proud. Yang Ling became more and more disliked.

The more you think about it, the more proud you feel. You believe that this is the love that Sun Hunter expressed to him, otherwise why should you use this as the title? The young master seemed to have a flame burning in his heart, and he made his poems loudly, and then he

He smiled proudly and said, "I'll just throw the bricks and make me laugh." He said, laughing, but was waiting to see Yang Ling's joke.

"Hmph!" Yang Ling sneered. In order to pursue the goddess, he wrote so many love letters and so many materials. The most he wrote was what I miss you so much. This little cast is simply for himself.

It was made by custom, Yang Ling smiled slightly: "The clouds are made of tricks, the flying stars are spreading hatred, and the silver man is far away from each other. When the golden wind and jade dew meet, it is better than countless people in the world. Tenderness is like water, good time is like a dream, I will be patient and look at the magpie bridge to return home

.If the love between two people lasts for a long time, how can they stay day and night?"

As soon as Yang Ling finished speaking, the young master Wuqian knew that he had lost again this time. He shivered his lips and sat down slowly, feeling full of melancholy, probably sighing about something that he had no idea what he said.

When Principal Zhang heard this, he smiled proudly at Principal Huo and said, "Haha, a disciple who is incompetent, is still very immature."

Sun Hunter's eyes shone, took the pipa from his maid, sat on the ground, plucked the strings of the piano, and sang: "The delicate clouds are made of tricks, the flying stars are circling, and the silver man is far away from dark. When the golden wind and jade dew meet, it is better than countless people in the world.

.Tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams, I can’t bear to look at the road back from the magpie bridge. If the love lasts for a long time, how can it be day and night?" While singing and crying, he also drifted a few charming eyes to Yangling from time to time.

At the end of the song, Sun Hunter walked up to Yang Ling and said, "Thank you, Mr. Yang, for your gift. The little girl has no respect. Please drink this cup. I hope Mr. Yang can always come to my Jinfeng Tower, and I will definitely wait for you.

"Sun Hunter suddenly turned from a young woman to a slave, with a cute tone, Yang Ling was sweating all the time, there was no way. The eyes of so many beasts were facing him. It turned out that being chased by the goddess was not very good.

, I just don’t know if this is considered a back-chasing?

"Haha, you're welcome!" Yang Ling smiled awkwardly.

"From then on, there will probably be another young master Yulu in the brothel." Sun Hunter smiled slightly.

What's going on? I've given me the nickname of such a sao bag. Think about it again, the place where Sun Hunter stays seems to be called Jinfenglou. Damn, what's going on? "Accident, pure

It was an accident!" Yang Ling quickly explained.

At this moment, Juhuaguan woke up "leily" and said to Yang Ling: "Third brother, have I done any good poems?"