Datang Hotel: The Leisurely Life of a Chef Dad

After the turmoil just now, the poetry gathering was calm.

When the scholars saw Li Gang appear, they were eager to show themselves right away. They were polite and courteous. Even if they were pretending, they pretended very well.

Li Gang sat in the main seat, and Li Shimin and Fang Xuanling behind him were secretly observing.

Li Shimin's eyes were excited and his mouth was playful. It was obvious that the scene of Da Zhuang scaring Lu Lingyun just now made Li Shimin's blood boil.

I have wanted to move you for a long time. Da Zhuang just did what I have always wanted to do but didn't dare to do.

It was also doing what people in the world wanted to do but didn't dare to do.

While secretly cheering, Li Shimin was also looking at those ordinary scholars. When his eyes swept over Chang Sun Chong, he also saw the two brothel girls in front of Chang Sun Chong, and Chang Sun Chong's happy look.

For a moment, Li Shimin felt even more disgusted.

That's it? Chang Sun Wuji's child is like this?

Just now, Li Shimin's brain was shocked. Didn't you, Chang Sun Chong, claim to be both civil and military? Why didn't you dare to go up and fight with Da Zhuang?

Li Gang cleared his throat: "Dear students, the Golden Autumn Poetry Festival is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. It is held once a year. It is a gathering of literary minds and the prosperity of literature."

"This year's poetry festival, I am deeply gratified. All of you here are the best among the students of the Tang Dynasty. Are you ready?"

"Poetry Festival, start!"

Before the poetry festival every year, Li Gang always said a few words, but the main purpose was to come and see if anyone could surprise the world.

Lu Lingyun was full of anger, and the scholars headed by him were also eager to fight.

Among the other scholars, many hoped to become famous through poetry festivals, and some came to join in the fun and try their luck. What if, what if they have it?

At this time, Liu Xuan felt it was boring.

I don't know how to write poems.

I just know how to recite a little bit of ancient poems.

So he took Yaya to eat hard. In Fengyue Tower, the local specialties are also an indispensable part of the Tang people's table.

Liu Xuan also tasted some himself. Some were okay and tasted very novel, but some were a bit hard to swallow.

Yaya and Dazhuang turned into cake scavengers tonight. The woman from Fengyue Tower who served beside them came to change the plates every once in a while and delivered the cakes. Every time she saw Yaya and Dazhuang's mouths covered with cake residue, she covered her mouth and laughed.

"Yaya, you have eaten a lot. If you eat more, worms will grow in your stomach."

Yaya pouted and looked at Liu Xuan unwillingly: "Aye, it's all out, give Yaya some face, okay?"

Liu Xuan frowned. Who did he learn this sentence from?

"Brother Dazhuang is still eating."

Seeing Liu Xuan indifferent, Yaya could only divert her firepower, but the question is, are you at the same level as Dazhuang?

Now Dazhuang barely fills his stomach, and you, your belly is round.

"Ya Ya, there are more delicious things to come, you have to save some for later."

Sure enough, this sentence worked.

Li Lizhi lay on the table, looking up from time to time to look at the scene of the poetry meeting through the gaps between her fingers.

It's not that she didn't want to look up, but mainly because she saw Li Shimin.

Even if Li Shimin was dressed up outrageously, as Li Shimin's daughter, it would be too much if she couldn't see it.

"Miss Li, do you have a stomachache?"

Liu Xuan asked at the right time.

"Liu Xuan, I'm fine, I'm sleepy."

Looking at Li Shu and Li Hui, the two were also lying on the table, one mumbling something on the ground, and the other kept counting something on the table with his hands.

"Tonight, autumn is about to end, and I am wearing a shabby coat. Don't come back like snow, and I will miss you again."

Who else could it be if it wasn't the angry Lu Lingyun who spoke first?

Liu Xuan couldn't help but look up. With such a small body and such a loud voice, it's no wonder that he was the first last year.

The quality of this voice is comparable to Wei Zheng's.

"Good!"

The scholars present began to applaud.

"As expected of Lu Lingyun! He is an unparalleled poet. If this poem about the autumn moon is placed in the Mid-Autumn Festival, wouldn't it be more meaningful?"

"I am ashamed of myself. Forget it. I won't compete. It's so difficult at the beginning. How can I compete later?"

"You cowards, why don't you dare to compete? Look at me... Forget it, I don't want to compete either."

Lu Lingyun's chest rose and fell, and the hatred in the corners of his eyes finally turned into pride. He also muttered in his heart: "I originally wanted to make a move later, but I have already lost my face today. I took the lead to relieve my hatred. If you want to blame someone, blame that... A little girl, and that hottie! "

Li Shimin and Fang Xuanling had retreated to the back. Looking at Lu Lingyun's appearance, Fang Xuanling shook his head repeatedly: "This boy is not good, narrow-minded, and still angry. Poetry is useless. Your Majesty, governing the country and assisting the king cannot rely on this."

Li Shimin nodded: "Old Fang, is there anyone you know here?"

Fang Xuanling shook his head, and the bright moon appeared in the sky, as bright as a huge plate. He looked at the bright moon in the direction and sighed: "Your Majesty, I thought of Brother Keming."

The atmosphere was silent.

After Du Ruhui passed away, Fang Xuanling became more silent.

Just when the two were silent, a laugh came from outside.

"You, a straw bag, dare to embarrass yourself?"

"If you can come up with a good poem, I will eat this table!"

Then a familiar voice of Li Shimin appeared.

"You all dare not, then I can only come!"

"The moonlight shines brightly in front of the bed, I wonder if it is frost on the ground. I look up at the moon and think of my hometown!"

The expression on Li Shimin's face was extremely wonderful. He remembered who the voice was. It was the square-faced scholar who said "My elder brother is Changsun Chong" and "I'll let my elder brother fuck you".

Lifting the curtain and looking forward, Li Shimin's face turned green.

"This guy...'s poem is pretty damn good."

Looking back at Fang Xuanling, Fang Xuanling's eyes were already filled with tears. After three years of separation from his old friend, he missed his friend by looking at the moon. Coupled with this poem, Fang Xuanling's heart was plucked.

Li Shimin was stunned. A poem made Fang Xuanling cry.

Is this square-faced scholar really something?

Luo Wangu was proud and arrogant, looking up and looking at people with his nose.

Li Gang stroked his beard and fell into deep thought: "Luo Wangu, your poem is good, better than most of the students today."

As soon as these words came out, Luo Wangu almost flew to the sky, and walked sideways.

"Thank you Mr. Li Gang for the compliment."

Luo Wangu glanced at the scholars who were still laughing at him just now, but now looked horrified and swallowed their sneers, and his face suddenly felt greasy.

This hundred strings of cash are worth spending!

It has to be the shopkeeper Liu Xuan, who made a masterpiece as soon as he made a move.

Li Gang sighed: "Lu Lingyun's poem just now is gorgeous and thoughtful, but it is still a third-rate level."

"Luo Wangu seems plain and unpretentious, but every word is heart-piercing and touches the heart, it is top-notch!"

Luo Wangu raised his head and looked at the scholar who had just spoken: "Who said to eat the table?"