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Chapter 190 My Poetry Is Always Critical
Li Changtang walked in through the hall and sat down on the floor carelessly.

Yang Liang observed the words and expressions and found that Huang Shoufu had a troubled expression on his face, but he didn't say anything.

Huh?
Yang Liang slowly raised a question mark. It seemed that the chief minister was not very tough.

His thigh is right in front of you, so don't rush to hug it, otherwise you may not be able to hug it, and then you will be thrown into the mud.

This is a serious matter, please confirm before proceeding.

Li Changtang's eyes turned and fell on Yang Liang, his soft eyes like knives.

"Hey, it's so lively here today."

Yang Liang knew that he had offended him to death, and it was useless to beg for mercy at this time. It would be better to be tough and die happily.

Huang Shoufu chuckled, ignoring the awkward atmosphere in the air, and said: "I have nothing to do, so I gathered a few scholars to talk about poetry and pass the time.

How did Eunuch Li get here? "

"Lord Huang is unaware that the capital is in chaos right now. When the candidates come to Beijing this time, many people pretend to be candidates rushing to take the exam and take the opportunity to cause chaos in the city.

To be honest, I caught him here just to catch the thief. "

Li Changtang gave Yang Liang a hard look.

Yang Liang pretended not to know, but remained calm and composed.

"Eunuch Li is joking, there are no thieves here, we are all scholars. For example, Mr. Li from Pingzhou just composed a poem for me. It is really a rare masterpiece."

"Oh, I wonder if we can have a look?"

Huang Shoufu wanted to show off, so he presented him to Li Changtang. When Li Changtang saw it, his expression suddenly changed.

I have to say that this thief from Pingzhou is very talented in poetry.

"I hope that everyone will be fed and warm enough to go out of the mountains and forests without any trouble!"

Li Changtang was secretly annoyed. With this poem, regardless of whether it was true or false, Huang Shoufu's reputation would grow even further.

This kind of nonsense is something that scholars are good at.

No wonder Old Man Huang looked overjoyed.

It turns out that I got a treasure.

He looked at Yang Liang again and said, "This Mr. Li is really talented and knowledgeable. I wonder if he can write a poem for me."

Yang Liang was startled and said, "I always write poems critically."

"what."

Li Changtang smiled sinisterly and said, "You can just come at me."

"Well, Mr. Li has just composed a poem. Now asking him to compose a poem is too much."

"I believe Mr. Li's knowledge will not disappoint me, do you think so?"

Yang Liang paused and said, "Then let me give it a try?"

Everyone looked at Yang Liang and felt the faint murderous intent in the air. Huang Shoufu thought it was because of him, and he couldn't help but feel a little sorry for him.

Yang Liang pondered for a moment and said: "Two orioles sang in the green willows, and a row of egrets ascended to the blue sky."

"Good sentence!"

Huang Shoufu couldn't help but high-five him and said, "It's hard for you. This is indeed a wonderful sentence."

The scholars in the hall also agreed.

Li Changtang has also read books and can read the beauty of this poem.

He nodded subconsciously. It seemed that Li Jieyuan was really quite talented. It's a pity that he can't be used by me. If he takes refuge with Huang Shoufu, he will definitely become a serious problem for us.

"Good poetry, good poetry."

Huang Shoufu said: "What about down there? What's down there?"

Yang Liang bowed and saluted, clasped his hands into fists and said, "Master Qi, there is nothing more down there."

"How come there isn't..."

Someone said subconsciously, then suddenly became silent after realizing something.

Everyone kept their mouths shut, not daring to say anything. They just felt that the atmosphere at this time was very strange.

"Alas, you, a scholar, are so rude. If you don't have the ability, don't show off. In the end, you only said a few sentences, and the following is gone. This is not a joke. Next..."

While Li Changtang was talking, he suddenly realized something, and his face, which was white as paper, suddenly turned as black as the bottom of an iron pot.

He suddenly stood up and said angrily: "How dare you dare to play tricks on me. Come on, chop him down."

"Hey, Eunuch Li, don't be angry. He is a vulgar person from Pingzhou. He can barely write a poem, which is already the limit of what he has learned. In a short period of time, let him write another one. I forgive him. I won’t come out. According to me, it’s very difficult to write a sentence.” As he spoke, Huang Shoufu burst into laughter.

"Why are you laughing?" Li Changtang looked at him coldly.

"I think of happy things."

Although Huang Shoufu was the head of the civil service, the eunuch family had always been the dominant one in the court, and Huang Shoufu had no right to speak.

Now that I can get some benefits from Li Changtang, I can laugh out of my dreams.

"Thank you, sir, for explaining it to me. What I have learned is limited, so I can only recite one sentence. There is really no more to follow."

"OK OK."

Huang Shoufu thought to himself, don't be so obedient as to get an advantage, do you really think that the eunuchs are vegetarians?

"Keep playing music and keep dancing, don't ruin the mood."

He pulled Yang Liang to his side, waved his hand, and ordered the musician Wu Ji to continue playing.

Accompanied by the sound of the piano, the dancer moves her waist and shows her body curves in front of her.

Li Changtang looked at Yang Liang through the crowd, and his lungs were about to explode. However, with Huang Shoufu protecting Yang Liang, it was not convenient for him to take action.

A sudden movement occurred in his heart, and he suddenly had an idea. He grabbed a handful of peanuts in his hand, pinched one, and flicked it towards the dancing girl's ankle.

The dancer was spinning, her skirt spinning like an umbrella, when she suddenly felt pain in her feet and her body fell heavily.

"Ouch, be careful."

Yang Liang had quick eyes and quick hands. He kicked out a futon at his feet and just caught the singer. The singer raised her head and glanced at Yang Liang gratefully.

But in this case, the dance is shaky and out of shape.

"It's gone. It's gone."

Li Changtang waved his hand impatiently and said, "What's the point of such a vulgar fan? Master Huang, the man next to me is known as the fastest swordsman in Jiangnan. Why don't we let him dance with the sword to entertain everyone."

At this time, everyone noticed the entourage behind Li Changtang. He was tall and thin, with an ordinary face that would not leave any impression on others.

However, the light emitted from those triangular eyes made one feel like a thorn in the back.

"Could this be Guo An, the Kuai Sword of the Silver Sword Guard?" Huang Shoufu was surprised.

"Yes, yes, his other abilities are ordinary, but he has some understanding of the way of the sword."

Li Changtang said: "But dancing the sword alone is a bit lonely. What do you think, Mr. Huang, if you don't let Li Jieyuan dance with him?"

Huang Shoufu was surprised: "Li Jieyuan is a weak scholar, how can he know kung fu?"

"Sir, this is what you don't know. Li Jieyuan is not only talented in poetry, but also talented in both civil and military affairs. Yesterday at Mingyue Villa, he captured the murderer of the princess." Li Changtang curled up his fingers and said, "It's just a snap of the fingers."

Master Huang looked at Yang Liang: "Is this all true?"

Yang Liang said: "He is also very good at escaping."

Huang Shoufu thought Yang Liang was joking, but he didn't notice that Li Changtang's face turned green.

"No, this is absolutely impossible. Swords have no eyes. It would be bad if they hurt each other." Huang Shoufu said.

This is exactly what Li Changtang wants, and Yang Liang's current status makes it inconvenient to attack him directly. It would be better to kill him with the sword dance, then say it was a wrongful death and there would be nothing anyone can do about it.

Huang Shoufu waved his hand again and again, but Li Changtang pressed forward step by step. With no choice but to ask Yang Liang what he meant.

"What do you think Mr. Li?"

"No." Yang Liang spread his hands, "Don't you have a sword?"

"What's the problem? Come on, bring me a sword from my arsenal."

"It's nothing to worry about."

Cui Rou suddenly said: "I have a sword that I just bring with me."

She lightly buckled it on her waist, and the belt turned into a soft sword, which she held in her hand.

"Good brother, this is the Red Dust Sword given to me by the Holy One. It can never cut down the Three Thousand Zhangs of Red Dust, so it has another name, called Three Thousand Zhangs." Cuiju said: "Be careful."

"The sword has no eyes, so it's useless to be careful."

Guo An said coldly: "I'm ruthless in my actions. If I hurt you, please don't blame Jie Yuanlang."

The long sword in Yang Liang's hand shook, and the soft sword was straightened.

Li Changtang sat there, sipping wine. In his opinion, Yang Liang was certain to die.

(End of this chapter)