My wife is Wu Zetian

Chapter 100 Who is so loud
A literati stood up angrily, glanced at the place where Zhang Sunyan and the others were, and left the table directly.

He doesn't care if it is a well-known scribe who made the limelight this time, but now it is a bit unacceptable that a few dandies are taking the top spot.

He now only feels that he has learned a lot of loneliness in the past ten years, and if he stays any longer, his faith may collapse.

When one person rises, everyone agrees, and seven or eight literati do the same, throwing their sleeves and leaving.

Although there are many famous sentences this time, they feel that it is extremely ironic, extremely ironic.

"Don't worry about them, is there anyone who can pick up Yuchihuan's song, is there anyone who dares to pick it up?"

Shangguanyi shook his head, the young man just couldn't hold his breath, no matter who wrote the poem, as long as he can hear it and improve his self-cultivation, that's enough.

Why divide you and me.

He has learned to accept it now, and now there are three melon skin exceptions, and he doesn't care about two more.

"If there is no one, ring the gong, and Yu Chihuan can join the fight copywriting."

Shangguanyi immediately announced that Yuchihuan was also qualified to be a copywriter.

"The old man will mention the words next, and you all come to Feihua to take the order."

Shangguanyi glanced at the group of literati in front of him, and directly wrote a willow character with his hand.

"Li Zibu, you come first."

This time, Shangguanyi decided not to give Changsun Yan and his group a chance, and directly selected a literati who he thought had a good literary talent.

Li Zibu nodded, stood up and saluted to the official, and then slowly said: "Liu Xiayue is like a flower next month, this year's people remember last year's people."

"That's right, the confrontation is neat, and there is a bit of melancholy in it. It should be considered a top-grade masterpiece."

Shangguanyi smiled slightly, Li Zibu still had some skills, this poem really made him feel refreshed.

A right poem should appear on the right person, so that the two can complement each other and bring out the best in each other.

"Someone can take it down."

"I come."

Li Zibu's literary talents are good, but this poem is not close to reaching the level that Li Yanran selected, and one literati took over.

You speak to me, the atmosphere is very intense.

Shangguan Yiyu nodded as he looked at the scene in front of him. This is what the literary and poetry conference should look like. Everyone competes with literature and gets promoted in the conquest.

The literary and poetry conference is not only for discovering talents, but also for cultivating talents. After all, ordinary people are the mainstream, and geniuses like King Luo Bin are rare.

"I come."

Xu Ang also recovered after a period of rest, if Changsun Yan sat on the Dou Wen'an, but he sat down as a spectator, then his people would lose a lot of money.

"It's like chasing the willows in the spring breeze to know the state, like following the cuckoo and birds and flowers to complain about love."

When Xu Ang uttered his words, the house was full of applause, just like the poem he wrote last time, full of love for children, singing and dancing.

It has to be said that in this regard, Xu Ang is really experienced, otherwise he would not be able to write such poems.

"Well, Xu Ang wrote this poem with a lot of twists and turns, expressing the word of love clearly, everyone wants to follow it."

Shangguanyi nodded, although he said he didn't like Xu Ang, but now he was eager to show up with someone to support the scene, and Xu Ang was one of the best candidates.

There are a few people who can enter the literary and poetry conference who are not intelligent people. Now there are three dudes like Sun Yan, who is the head of the competition, who have come to the stage. If they refuse to accept anyone, it can only be internal friction.

If Changsun Yan wins the leader in the end, then they will be infamous forever. For the sake of their own reputation, everyone knows that they have to recommend a few people to come out to the fight.

Since Xu Ang got Shangguanyi's approval, so what if they let Xu Ang go up to fight Changsun Yan.

Everyone was speechless for a while, but Shangguanyi smiled slightly: "If there is no one to answer, then the old man will announce that Xu Ang will take the seat to fight the copywriting."

There was a sneer at the corner of Li Yanran's mouth, if he wanted to compete in the copywriting, he would have to wait until our seats were full, so he would rush to announce it?

Have you asked me about Li Yanran?

Li Yanran quickly transcribed a poem in front of Li Siwen with her hand dipped in wine.

A look of surprise flashed in Li Siwen's eyes when he saw it.

Li Ge is really a god-man, he wrote four good poems in a row, and now there are still them.

If that's the case, Xu Ang, offended, you provoked us yourself.

"I disagree."

Li Siwen stood up slowly, looking at Xu Ang who was being sought after by everyone, his eyes were full of disdain.

"Li Siwen, do you really want to fight against me?"

Xu Ang looked at Li Siwen, and his heart skipped a beat.

He is really scared now, Changsun Yan and his group are very evil today.

Everyone seems to be possessed by the former sages, and the dude who obviously doesn't know a few characters can speak well.

He was really scared. If he was compared to Li Siwen, he didn't know if he still had the guts to stay here.

"It's not that I'm against you, it's that your poems are too bad. Let me, a reckless man, teach Mr. Xu how to write a similar poem."

Li Siwen still had that expression, and walked directly from his desk to Xu Ang.

Looking at Li Siwen in front of him, Xu Ang really wanted to say, don't come here.

I don't want to be against you anymore, I just want to take part in this literary and poetry conference.

Really, I'm scared.

"Master Xu, don't be afraid, I'll teach you how to compose poetry."

Li Siwen showed a warm smile, and said slowly: "The rain of apricot blossoms makes my clothes wet, and the wind of willows blows my face."

As soon as this poem came out, Xu Ang only felt his mind go blank.

Sure enough, sure enough, it was like this again,
Something is wrong with these people, quite wrong.

One can break out, two can break out, and now the four heavenly kings of Chang'an seem to be possessed by poets, is this possible?

There is definitely someone behind these people.

But who can have such a skill and is willing to hide behind?

Do you know that this is an eternal saying that can make people famous all over the world?Who is willing to give.

Xu Ang was paralyzed on the ground completely powerless, this poem had completely defeated the defense line in his heart, and a little tear burst out of his eyes.

"Duang."

The gong rang again, and Shangguanyi once again announced that Li Siwen had won the position of Dou scribe.

So far, the four heavenly kings of Chang'an have all been in high positions, and other literati can only look up to these few people.

"Master, when did the grandson Yan become so talented?"

Ryan looked at his master beside him with doubts in his eyes.

What happened to these people today? Could it be that poetry really requires talent?

And they are the so-called gifted people?

"Talented? Hehe."

Li Zhi smiled slightly and didn't say much. They were here to watch the excitement, not to investigate the case. As long as the reputation of the Shuren Teahouse was not ruined, he would be satisfied.

As for whether Changsun Yan is in the limelight or Li Siwen is in the limelight, it has nothing to do with him.

I just don't know if Li Yanran will jump out, judging by this kid's personality, there is a high probability that he won't reveal his identity.

Judging from Li Zhi's appearance, there should be something hidden in it, but the master didn't speak, and he, a slave, had nothing to say.

Keep your doubts in your heart and continue to be a melon-eating crowd.

All four of them took their seats, surrounding Li Yanran in the middle. Now that they were supposed to be in the limelight, it was up to Li Yanran what to do next.

Li Yanran gave the four of them a slight smile, she had enough of being in the limelight, and it was time to withdraw, otherwise, she would be out of the gang once she got into the fight.

The nonsensical literary talent of these people, if they really want to show it, they can drive Shangguanyi to death.

After all, Changsun Yan's chanting of willows still reverberates in Li Yanran's mind.

What a shame.

"Let's withdraw, talk, you should know how to say it."

"okay."

Hearing Li Yanran's words, the four of them also nodded their heads, after all, they had passed the addiction of a great writer.

If you want to go out, you can pat the table and say, we also used to be a town of Chang'an, thinking about it feels like a bull run.

"What are you doing?"

Seeing a few people get up, Shangguanyi couldn't help being taken aback, this real fight hasn't started yet, what are you going to do.

"Master Shangguan, this literary and poetry conference is somewhat boring. Our level is limited so let's not add to the chaos."

As soon as Changsun Yan said this, everyone in the venue changed their expressions, even Shangguanyi was no exception.

What do you mean?
Are you still limited?
I'm afraid it's not a sarcasm in a different way. The level of the literary and poetry conference this time is not good, which affects your progress, right?

But thinking about what the other party said, they really have nothing to refute. If they admit defeat, why don't they let people go?
"Who speaks so loudly?"

(End of this chapter)