Datang: Acting as a celestial mystery at the beginning

At the Furongyuan Poetry Club back then, Li Yi'an made a big splash, and everyone who participated in the Qushui Liushang knew who he was.

The word Li Yi'an spread throughout their literary world.

When Dai Zhide and the two saw him, they were stunned instantly. Why was he the one Wang Chengzhi invited to help?This is impossible, as Wang Chengzhi, a dude, how could he hire such a great talent.

"What kind of poems do you want to write, you come first, I want to see how much talent you have, and you can win the Wang's restaurant."

Li Yi'an turned around slowly and looked at them.

At this moment, they felt the pressure increased greatly, and the confidence just now dissipated.

At the poetry meeting, Li Yi'an won the top three, and "Moonlight Night on the Spring River" is still being circulated among scholars, and many self-proclaimed talents admire Li Yi'an completely.

After the poetry meeting, Li Yi'an kept a low profile. He didn't see any poems, but they couldn't shake the shock in their hearts. Many times, as long as Li Yi'an was mentioned, many people would be amazed.

"Why, you dare not write?"

Wang Chengzhi sneered very cooperatively.

Tang Songling picked up the pen and wanted to write something, but when she felt Li Yi'an's eyes looking over her, her hand trembled, and the pen drew a long trace on the paper.

Dai Zhide was so stressed that he didn't even have the courage to pick up a pen. He lowered his head slowly and did nothing, as if he was about to admit defeat.

The other people who were sitting on the sidelines, ready to watch the excitement, were talking a lot at the moment.

"Is he Li Yi'an?"

"That's right, it's him. Li Yi'an won the top three places with three poems at the poetry meeting in Furongyuan. I was there at the time and met him."

"I finally saw Li Yi'an's real person. He is... too scary. Sitting there, Tang Langjun couldn't even hold his pen steadily."

Li Yi'an was so frightened that Tang Songling and Tang Songling didn't even have the courage to write poems. How much influence is there to be able to do this.

When Chen Xianghan on the stage heard Li Yi'an's name, his eyes lit up, and he exclaimed, "It turned out to be him!"

Even the women in the brothel have heard of this name.

"I can't write it!"

Dai Zhide yelled suddenly, tore off the paper in his hand, and wiped the sweat off his forehead.

Under Li Yi'an's gaze, no matter what he writes, it will only be someone else's foreshadowing in the end.

Tang Songling picked up the pen several times, and finally let out a long sigh and had to put it down.

Other self-proclaimed wits hesitated for a while, and after picking up their pens, the poems that appeared in their hearts seemed extremely dull, and they couldn't write them down after hesitating for a long time.

Not only the two of them, but everyone present felt this way.

Otherwise, it will become a trick in the classroom, which is not worth mentioning.

"You guys, lost?"

Wang Chengzhi laughed triumphantly: "Then when will you give me your land deed?"

"If you lose, I don't think so, right?"

Behind the two Dai Zhide, a person stood up suddenly, it was Li Liangping, who heard him say indifferently: "You haven't written a single poem, why do you say that Brother Dai and Brother Tang lost?"

Li Liangping!

Li Yi'an looked at him, then turned his eyes to Wang Chengzhi again, and smiled inwardly, as if today was a bit interesting.

There should be a good show later, Li Yi'an is looking forward to it, let's see what else Li Liangping can come up with.

"Sir, why don't you just write it?"

Wang Chengzhi turned around and said.

"Bring a pen and paper and grind the ink."

As soon as Li Yi'an finished speaking, someone brought a pen and paper, and Wang Chengzhi put the grinding block in the water in a dignified manner, and slowly ground it.

He thought for a while, then took a pen and wrote:

A generation of allure is chasing waves, Wu Gongkong recalls his son's home.

Xiao Lin Mo laughs at the East Village girl, and she is still veiled by the Toubai Creek.

This was copied by Li Yi'an, and "Xi Shi" written by Cao Xueqin was handed over to Wang Chengzhi.

It probably means that although Xi Shi is beautiful, she has passed away like water, and only the ugly girl who imitated Dong Shi can still live until she grows old.

This seems to tell people like Wang Chengzhi that no matter how beautiful a beautiful woman is, that's all.

"Good poetry, good poetry!"

Wang Chengzhi didn't know what was good or not, so he yelled out after seeing it, and then sent it to Chen Xianghan.

"What Li Langjun wrote is indeed a good poem!"

Chen Xianghan got up and read it again.

However, from her point of view, the feeling is different. Is this gentleman cursing her, and his beauty is unlucky?

Dai Zhide and the others were immediately convinced, and they didn't dare to make any more noise, and reluctantly handed over the title deed.

In their next literary meeting, it seemed that no one wanted to write poems and essays, and those talented scholars were all sitting there, looking at Chen Xianghan on the stage.

Chen Xianghan seemed to understand, calmed down the displeasure in his heart, waved his hand, and asked someone to put down the piano. His slender fingers lightly tapped on the strings, and the clear and crisp sound of the piano resounded in the field, which was extremely pleasant.

This is the scene that Li Yi'an wanted the most. He just wanted to see the musicians in the Tang Dynasty, how their voices were, how their music was, and how their music was.

After traveling for so long, it was the first time for him to listen to music in this kind of place.

It has to be said that Chen Xianghan's voice is very good. Following the movement of her playing, she sang a few more softly. The voice is lingering and lingering. People like Wang Chengzhi are directly intoxicated.

"If you can, it's her!"

Li Yi'an was thinking.

Soon, today's poetry meeting turned into a concert.

After Chen Xianghan played a piece, he retreated, and other women also came up to sing in turn.

The sound of silk and bamboo orchestras is endless, and the reverberation lingers around the beam.

After Chen Xianghan left the stage, Wang Chengzhi was not interested in other people. This guy didn't have much literary talent, so he knew that he wanted to see beautiful women and do some special things.

The singing and piano skills of other women are far inferior to Chen Xianghan's. Li Yi'an was a little bored listening to it, so he got up and walked around the place. .

Afterwards, Li Yi'an heard a faint voice coming from inside the room.

That voice was not Heluoyin from the Central Plains, it sounded familiar, but I couldn't remember which accent or language it was.

After hesitating for a moment, Li Yi'an felt that it was a bit inappropriate to eavesdrop here, so he walked around the backyard and quickly returned to the main hall.

He just sat down and found that Wang Chengzhi was drinking boringly, Li Liangping, Dai Zhide and others were gone, and it happened that Chen Xianghan returned to the stage.

"Li Langjun, I have a merciless request."

Chen Xianghan saluted Li Yi'an first, and then said: "I have some questions about poetics, I would like to ask you, sir. I wonder if you can come to my boudoir to talk about it?"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone was surprised.

Before today, Chen Xianghan had never had a guest in the curtain, nor had he ever invited others to his boudoir.

Five years ago, since she came to the Planting Flower House, it was the first time she expressed her admiration for a man.

Everyone looked at Li Yi'an enviously.