Carefree Prince In Tang Dynasty

Chen Xinheng glanced at Li Xin, then said with his mouth: "Oh roar, here it is again."

Chen Yin calmly cast his gaze on Li Xin, with a slight hint of a joke—he couldn't help it. The last time Zheng Boyang had a trouble, he had already used the pretext of serving tea to stop him forcibly. This time it was not easy to make another move.

Moreover, he just didn't want to see Li Xin so proud. He always feels that Li Xin owes a lot of polish, so every time he sees him out of the limelight, he feels conflicted.

Li Xin was a little speechless: Although everyone knows some things, there is no need to be so clear, right? Your father just got slapped in the face, so you want to ask me for advice, didn't you make it clear that you want to make it difficult for me to find a place? Why can't you have the demeanor of a big family?

However, Li Xin changed his mind to think-Zheng Boyang actually needs his father to come to Chang'an to find his way. Most of the family is not valued, and it is most likely just a side child, not a noble son.

"Today I just came to Uncle Chen's house to ask for a cup of tea. It's not a good idea to waste everyone's time here to talk about knowledge?" Li Xin smiled, "Why don't you and I talk more when you have time in the future?"

As a result, it was clear that if Zheng Boyang's advice was accepted, it would be Li Xin who could not come to Taiwan. Therefore, between not coming to stage on the spot and the embarrassing lazy donkey rolling, Li Xin chose the latter, and used the word "drag" to its extreme, and it made people unable to find the fault——

Just imagine, Zheng Boyang and Li Xin are both guests. The owner of this place is Chen Yin. How can there be a reason why two guests go to a house together, and then they start learning by asking for advice and abandon the owner? This is a very rude act.

Zheng Boyang punched the cotton, his eyes almost staring out of discomfort.

Li Xin gave him a harmless smile.

"That's bad." Zheng Han, who had already quieted down, said again at this time, "You two juniors should take advantage of the old man and Brother Runde to discuss each other's accomplishments in Jingshi Ziji. If there is some understanding, If something goes wrong, we can fix it for you. Brother Runde, do you think this is true?"

Chen Yin laughed and said, "There is indeed some truth to this."

Now it's Li Xin's turn to catch the blind: Oh, eh, father-in-law, aren't we on the side? How can you help others embarrass yourself?

Fortunately, Li Xin's inspiration flashed, and he used a trick to discuss boring knowledge at this time. It is too boring to discuss boring knowledge. Since Brother Zheng always wants to ask me for advice, why not let us write poetry. With Xia as the title, No restriction on genre, no restriction on rhyme, new work and old work can be used, how about taking it out and commenting on the two elders?"

"It's too broad." Zheng Boyang did not raise any objections, but frowned slightly.

Li Xin didn't change his face and said: "It's just a game, don't need to be too restrictive. What does Zheng brother think?"

In fact, these years, the ancients had to limit the number of words, rhymes, and subject matter when writing poems. Generally, it refers to a subject at will, from the moon to flowers, even tables, chairs, benches, pots and pans. Like Li Xin, he opens his mouth with a broad theme like "Xia", and has no restriction on genre and rhyme. It is very rare and unprofessional. Therefore, Zheng Boyang is not so happy.

But Li Xin couldn't help it-where would he make poems? It's not just a copy of the essay. If he really limits the genre and the rhyme, what should he do if he can't find a suitable poem?

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