My wife is Wu Zetian

Chapter 96
Changsun Yan looked at the proud Li Yanran and was a little at a loss. In his opinion, this song was the most easy to understand, no different from doggerel. Why did Li Zhi look lost.

"Boy Li, I'm convinced. This poem really writes something that you shouldn't have at your age."

Li Zhi is completely convinced. This song titled Capital Nanzhuang has a different artistic conception than the previous two. Could it be that Li Yanran has a crush on someone?
This is clearly a love poem,

Feeling excited at a young age?
No.

Li Yanran is a great talent, and he will definitely not be someone in the pool in the future, how can such a talent take advantage of others.

When we go back, we will make arrangements to see which princess, the princess, is of the same age, will match up with Li Yanran.

"Old Li, can I participate in the poetry conference now?"

Li Yanran was still proud of herself, she didn't know that Li Zhi had already tried to find a wife for her.

"Well, your level can be regarded as above average. Even if you can't win the first place in the poetry competition, at least you won't lose the reputation of Shuren Tea House."

Li Zhi nodded, being able to compose three poems in a short period of time, Li Yanran's level has surpassed many literati, enough to handle the poetry conference.

Li Yanran didn't say anything, you can question my people, but you can't question my poems.

If you judge me as above-average, then I will go for the top spot.
Not for myself, but for the rectification of the poets of later generations.

"Okay, I'm going to bring some tea home. With this tea, those teas are really hard to swallow."

Li Zhi patted Li Yanran on the shoulder, then took some tea and left the Shuren teahouse, returning to the palace.

"Ryan, make arrangements. I will go to the poetry conference in two days."

Originally, Li Zhi was not interested in any literary and poetry conferences, but now that the Shuren Tea House is going to participate, it is somewhat inappropriate for him as the owner not to sit in town.

"Your Majesty, good and evil are mixed in the poetry conference. It's okay for you to go openly. If you go secretly, I'm afraid."

"Don't you need to arrange it in advance? Isn't two days enough?"

After finishing speaking, Li Zhi flicked his sleeves to signal Ryan to leave. He still has a lot to do.

"The slaves obey."

Ryan withdrew resentfully.

After two days of talking about whether it was long or not, it was finally time for the poetry conference.
Li Yanran and the others drove their donkeys, led by Changsun Yan, and rushed to the scene with great vigor.

"Is this the grandson Yan of the dude?"

"Riding a donkey? It's really interesting."

"Shh, don't talk, I heard that he is here to make a fool of himself this time, so don't be scared away by others."

Seeing Changsun Yan coming on a donkey, a group of scholars ridiculed him one after another.

"Brother Li, there's no need to dodge. These people are jealous, so they taunt us."

Changsun Yan held his head high on the donkey, thinking that he was just jealous of those literati's words.

Because we are so good, otherwise, why wouldn't these people talk about others and focus on themselves.

envy?

Are you stupid to be jealous?

Li Yanran blushed, ashamed to be with them.

Gao Fu walked quickly to Xu Ang's side, and told the news of Changsun Yan's arrival.

When the Lord came, they couldn't wait, and they went straight to the outside of the venue.

An older literati stood outside the venue, bowed slightly to Changsun Yan and said, "Master Changsun, please do an introductory poem."

"Introductory poem?"

Several people were taken aback when they heard this. No one told me what an introductory poem is.

Xu Ang brought Li Qia, Gao Fu and others to the outside of the arena, and directly saluted the senior literati: "Brother Liu Ding, don't make things difficult for the eldest grandson, he can't do it."

"Brother Yunming, this is the rule of the literary and poetry conference. It is to prevent talented people from sneaking into the venue. Forgive me for not obeying."

Liu Ding shook her head slightly, not giving Xu Ang any face at all.

He is a teacher of the Guozijian, he is indifferent to his ambitions, and he doesn't like to fight for power and profit, so no matter whether it is Changsun Yan or Xu Ang, he treats them equally.

"Then why don't you beg me, grandson, I'll help you write a poem, how about entering this venue?"

Xu Ang knew Liu Ding's character, so it didn't matter if he didn't give him face, because Liu Ding didn't give anyone face, otherwise he couldn't be the gatekeeper.

As for helping Elder Sun Yan compose poems, it was just to humiliate him, how could he help him.

"Xu Ang, do you want to die?"

Cheng Chubi's eyes were staring, his face full of coldness.

"Do you dare to touch me? Come on, hit me here,"

Xu Ang took a step forward and lowered his head, as if wishing Cheng Chubi could make a move.

"Snapped."

Li Yanran jumped out from nowhere, and slapped Xu Ang on the face.

Everyone was dumbfounded, not only Xu Ang, but also Changsun Yan and the others. ,

When did Li Yanran go there?

"Brother, you have flies on your face."

Li Yanran opened her palm, but there was nothing.

Xu Ang was benevolent, but he was slapped by a child, which was a bit different from the script he imagined.

"Boy, are you courting death?"

Gao Fu came over and reached out to grab Li Yanran.

Li Feng rushed out, immediately numb Gao Fu.

Seeing that the other party dared to attack Li Yanran, Changsun Yan and the others rushed directly to protect Li Yanran.

"What do you want?"

Seeing the angry eyes of the four people, Xu Ang and his gang immediately gave in.

If the current situation is to anger the other party, it may not be possible to be beaten to death.

Seeing that the two groups were about to fight, Liu Ding said directly and coldly: "If you want to fight, I'll call the guards."

"Hmph, Changsun Yan, if you can't even enter the venue of the Wenshi Conference, the reputation of Shuren Tea House will be completely ruined. Seriously, please, I will help you in."

Xu Ang's eyes were clouded, and he shouted at Chang Sun Yan.

"Xu Ang, do you believe that I will beat you to the point where you will find your teeth all over the floor even if you don't want the tea room?"

The same is true for Changsun Yan, looking at Xu Ang with a cold face.

Li Yanran pushed Li Siwen, they didn't come here to fight, if they really wanted to fight, would they wrap it in a sack and take it to a place where no one was around to clean it up?

"Brother Liu Ding, what is the entry poem?"

Li Siwen naturally knew what Li Yanran meant, so he hurriedly asked Liu Ding about the entrance poem.

"willow."

Liu Ding looked at Li Siwen. He knew that the other party was the noble son of the Duke of England, so he didn't dare to neglect him.

"Liu, it's simple."

"A willow tree is lush green, with luxuriant branches and leaves drooping down, and the willow leaves are thin when the willow grows, and it flutters when the breeze blows."

A doggerel was sung from Changsun Yan's mouth in an instant, and everyone was taken aback.

"it is good."

"good."

Cheng Chubi and Yu Chihuan applauded together, this poem is well written, at least they couldn't write it by themselves.

Seeing the two fools still clapping and applauding, Li Yanran only felt like she was going to crawl into it.

Whoever made your son-in-law, grandson Yan, speak well, and you are not being laughed to death yet.

"Okay? Hahahaha, it's really bad."

"It's also a willow tree that is so green, don't say it really has such a realistic intention."

After Xu Ang and Li Qia looked at each other, they laughed wildly.

How dare you embarrass me just like that, it really makes people laugh out loud.

"My grandson, this poem is almost meaningless. Why don't you go back and polish it. It should be a rare masterpiece."

Liu Ding shook his head slightly. To be honest, this poem is not bad in limericks. It not only expresses the green feeling of willow trees, but also expresses the movement of wicker and willow leaves fluttering in the wind.

But the literary and poetry competition is poetry, and the level is too low, not as good as a three-year-old child.

"Yes, go back and work on it, 20 years, it should be almost the same."

"Let's go, there's nothing to see, Changsun Yan, you let me down so much."

Xu Ang and Li Qia feel the same way. With this doggerel, the brand of Shuren Tea House will be ruined.

Changsun Yan's face turned pale, and he glanced at Li Yanran in embarrassment.

When I got excited just now, I forgot the entrustment.

Li Yanran gouged out Changsun Yan's eyes, and then handed Yongliu's note to Changsun Yan.

Not to mention that Zhang Sunyan's doggerel just now fits well with He Zhizhang's "Ying Liu".

After receiving the note, Changsun Yan's expression turned serious, and he glanced at Li Qia and Xu Ang who were on the side.

"Listen, two, this is my master's masterpiece."

"Hahaha, it's still a masterpiece, I really have to wait and see."

"It's not some doggerel again, it's green and oily,"

Xu Ang and Li Qia looked at each other and couldn't help laughing wildly.

The doggerel just now was not embarrassing enough, and now I have to write it again.

You will throw Changsun Wuji's face into the toilet.

"Jasper makes up a tree high,"

"Thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down."

"I don't know who will cut the thin leaves,"

"The spring breeze in February is like scissors."

　Ask for monthly tickets, ask for recommendations, ask for rewards.

　　Wan Geng continued.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)