Datang: Acting as a celestial mystery at the beginning

"Sir, he provoked you."

Wang Rujing deliberately approached Li Yi'an's ear and said softly.

"This is not what you provoked, but also what you want most?"

Li Yi'an can't escape this shield.

Wang Rujing smiled slightly, that smile was like a spring breeze blowing on her face, which could make all the flowers look pale.

Li Liangping, who had just finished writing the poem, looked up and saw this scene, but found that the smile was not from him. He became so jealous that he broke the pen in his hand, and scared the person grinding ink beside him.

His eyes, of course, couldn't escape Li Yi'an's gaze, he just smiled lightly, and then pretended that he didn't exist.

After a while, the second glass of wine began to fall down the water. None of the people upstream took the glass. The glass of wine must be given to Li Yi'an.

Soon the glass of wine came to Li Liangping, he stretched out his hand to push the water, and the glass floated in front of Li Yi'an.

"Thank you Li Dalang for the wine!"

Li Yian picked it up calmly.

The feeling of tit for tat is more obvious at this moment.

All eyes were on Li Yi'an.

"But I can't write poetry?"

Li Yi'an said helplessly after drinking.

"Can't write poetry?"

Li Liangping sneered: "You don't even know poetry, what are you doing sitting here? How dare you drink my glass of wine."

Li Yi pretended to think for a while, then said: "Then I'll give it a try, and if I don't write well, I'll make a fool of myself."

"Brother-in-law, you are lying."

Wanshun said with a playful smile, "Wrote me so many poems, but still said I couldn't write them."

"That's right, I don't believe it either."

Wang Rujing agreed.

"Mister's poems, even my father is full of praise."

Li Chengqian said in agreement.

But when they discussed, the voice was not loud, Li Liangping couldn't hear what was said, it was just jealous.

Soon someone brought pens and paper, as well as ink sticks, Li Yian asked them to keep the things and grind the ink by himself, and said, "Why don't you, Wanshun, write for me?"

"Okay!"

Wanshun didn't think too much, it was enough to play, happily picked up the pen, spread the paper on the table, and wrote down a song "Mountain Dwelling in Autumn", which was a piece that Li Yi'an taught her recently. A poem, if you write too much, you can memorize it.

The little girl's handwriting was well practiced, and her handwriting was very delicate. At the end, she wrote Li Yi'an's name and handed it to that person to take it home.

They first collected the poems they wrote, and then selected the best one among these poems as the top of today's list, and prepared a ranking for the lower poems.

When Wanshun was writing poems, more and more wine glasses fell from the upstream. Wang Rujing also got a glass of wine and wrote down Li Yi'an's "Qingping Diao".

At the most downstream position, Li Yifu, the representative of the poor family, finally got a glass of wine.

"Brother Zhi Zhou, Mr.'s poem can amaze everyone."

Li Yifu was so excited that tears filled his eyes.

"Once Mr.'s poem comes out, no one will dare to write about Spring River Blossom Moon in the future."

Gao Zhizhou excitedly held Li Yifu's hand, and those around him who didn't know it thought they had some kind of affection.

Li Yi'an was a little bored with this flowing glass of water. After he took a glass of wine, he didn't drink any more, so he sat aside and watched them, occasionally chatting with Wang Rujing.

After Wanshun got over the excitement, she also became bored, and simply fell asleep in Li Yi'an's arms, sleeping so cutely.

After finally waiting for the whole event to end, Li Yi'an finally felt at ease, and gently woke Wanshun up.

Others surrounded Li Liangping one after another, saying all kinds of congratulatory words.

From their point of view, among all the people present, Li Liangping must be the one who wrote the best poems, and No. 1 would never escape.

"Everyone is flattering me. I think this Li Langjun is the one who can win. He is much better than me."

Li Liangping looked at Li Yi'an, and said from the other side: "Just now I saw this gentleman, he didn't even bother to write poems, let the little girl beside me write it, it must be very safe, how dare I make a fool of myself with my little talent? "

This sentence sounded like flattery, but it was actually a sarcasm. Everyone present was not a fool, how could they not hear it.

Can a poem written by a little girl be poetry?I'm afraid I don't even know what poetry is.

They thought that Li Yi'an couldn't write poems, so they asked Wanshun to write a few words casually and hand them in as a way of coping.

There are also rules in Qushui Liushang. In order to facilitate identification, the poems written must be written with names, and then a collection of poems will be published.

All those poems were handed in, and Wang Xiaotong and other respected old people reviewed them, and then determined the ranking. If Lu Deming hadn't been fainted by Li Yi'an, he must have been there.

"It's out, the ranking is out."

After a while, someone shouted.

Next to Qushui Liushang, there is a public notice board, and someone has already posted a poem on it.

"That's Li Dalang's poem!"

Someone pointed to the end of the poem, the name of Li Liangping, the content of his poem was based on the bridge, and it read:

The bridge crosses Bailuzhou, and the wave regrets the green dragon.

I don't see Zhao Huiren, a lotus leaf dance in Yichuan.

"Good poetry, really good poetry!"

"Da Lang's poem, the first one posted, must have won the top spot."

"Li Dalang's poetic talent is well known in Chang'an. If he doesn't take the top spot, who else can take it?"

They continued to flatter Li Liangping, and Li Liangping was very happy when he heard it. Just as he was about to say a few words, someone came and pasted a piece of paper on top of Li Liangping's poems.

On the note, there are only three words: No.4.

Everyone's smiles suddenly froze, and those flattering words were swallowed back by them.

Li Liangping's eyes widened even more, and then he asked the person, "Did you post it wrong?"

"Yes! There must be a mistake."

"With Da Lang's poetic talent, No.1 is appropriate, how could it be No.4, quickly tear up this note."

Those who want to curry favor with Li Liangping are not happy.

The man said nervously: "It's none of my business, the prince and the others asked me to post it, and the prince is still waiting for me to go back."

"It turns out that some people are only No.4. If I remember correctly, the Poetry Association will only give the top three rankings on that day. As for the latter rankings, they will be compiled into an anthology and then announced. This No.4 may be because the princes and the others feel that it is not It’s because I offend you that I’m in the queue.”

Wang Rujing was immediately happy, seeing Li Liangping's expression at this moment, she felt so happy.

Li Liangping almost vomited blood, and when he was about to go to Wang Xiaotong and the others to argue, there was another cry from the crowd.

"Come... No.3, here we come!"

It was the same person just now, holding two pieces of paper and pasting them on the public notice board. It was "Qing Ping Diao" copied by Wang Rujing.

Seeing at the end, it was Wang Rujing's name, Li Liangping's face became even uglier.

impossible!

He thinks that poetry is the number one in Guanzhong, no one can beat him, how could he only get No.4.

Even Wang Rujing can be above him, this is very dissatisfied!