Chapter 2484
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At this moment, he seemed to have become the Zhuangyuan under the bridge, the poor Zhen Guanxi who slaughtered pigs, and the pile of sh * t became Lu Tihe who uprooted the weeping willow. He felt extremely frustrated.
Shangguan Can knew that he was not as capable as the pile of sh * t.
After a while, he recovered and said to the servant again, "After that, the pile of sh * t did not think at all and wrote two poems in a row?"
"Yes, young master!" The servant was flustered and uneasy. He stole a glance at his master and noticed that Shangguan Can's complexion was as if he had just recovered from a serious illness. His heart trembled and he hurriedly covered up his actions, "Those two poems were also first grade poems and they both showed miraculous signs. In the end, they were both included in the Book of Songs!"
"Lu Tihe punched Zhen Guanxi!"
Immediately, Shangguan Can inexplicably thought of this and felt that he had become Butcher Zheng again. The pile of sh * t raised his fist and punched him in the eye. Immediately, he felt that his eyes were cracked and black pearls burst out. It was as if he had opened a colorful silk shop. Red, black, purple, and so on flooded his senses again.
"That pile of sh * t deliberately said this part of the book."
Shangguan Can was very sure that the three poems were no different from Lu Tihe's three punches. The pile of sh * t wanted to use these three punches to crush his pride.
"The three poems were the same. He didn't feel satisfied after punching me three times, so he wanted to punch me three more times!"
Shangguan Can gritted his teeth. Then, he suddenly thought of something and immediately said, "The Book of Songs did not appear, right?"
The servant trembled again and then said, "When I came back to report, the 'Classic of Ci' had indeed not appeared yet."
"Let me ask you, did the Book of Songs appear in the end?"
Shangguan Can lost his composure and roared at the top of his lungs. The servant was almost scared out of his wits and fell to the ground.
"Young master, please spare my life. I came back in a hurry to report. I really don't know what happened in the end!"
Bang, bang, bang!
The servant kowtowed on the ground again and again, making thumping sounds.
Seeing this, Shangguan Can immediately knew that he had lost his composure. After restraining his emotions, he was a little bored and said lazily, "Get up!"
"Thank you for sparing my life, Young Master!"
The servant kowtowed three more times before he stood up with a look of surprise on his face. He did not expect that his master would be able to control his anger and regain his composure in the end.
"That piece of sh * t, did it write three more lyrics?"
"Yes, young master!"
"Remember that!"
The servant began to sweat again. Fortunately, Chu Yang's pile of shit was truly stunning enough. At that time, he was also focused enough, so he barely managed to remember it.
"How fortunate!" He rejoiced in his heart and said, "Young Master, I remember most of it, but I might not remember some parts accurately."
Shangguan Can waved his hand and said impatiently, "It's fine. Just repeat it."
After carefully recalling the three poems, the servant recited the three poems in full.
"We met for the first time in front of the Steps of Fighting Grass, and we met at the top of the Needle Threading Tower …"
"Everlasting love is like the dried shadow of a jade railing, when the lotus flowers bloom in autumn …"
"Charming and gentle immortal flowers, light and graceful spring willows can sleep …"
When Shangguan Can heard the three poems, the scene of Lu Tihe pulling up a weeping willow appeared in his mind again. The Lu Tihe in the story seemed to have walked out of the story at this moment. He crossed the river of time and space and appeared in front of Shangguan Can. He punched Shangguan Can's temple.
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