My wife is Wu Zetian

Chapter 99

Originally, he should have been sitting on the copywriting by now, but in the end he had to use his cheap words to provoke Changsun Yan.

It's all right now, the words are amazing, and he directly compares his own poems, and now he wants to sit in the copywriting, he himself is embarrassed, let alone others.

If he knew this earlier, he would never do such a thing that benefits others and harms himself.

He shot himself in the foot.

"it is good."

"Brother Yan is mighty."

"This article should only exist in the sky, how often do you hear it in the world."

The three of Cheng Chubi clapped their hands and applauded. It was Chang Sunyan who complimented, but Li Yanran was looking at.

If others don't know, they still can't understand.

Changsun Yan is at most at the level of literacy, and all the masterpieces just now were provided by Li Yanran.

"Quiet."

Shangguanyi shook his head at Changsun Yan. As the referee of this literary and poetry conference, he must act in a fair and impartial manner.

If it's okay, it's okay, if it's not, it's not. Zhang Sunyan's Chun Xue is an excellent song, and he has to admit it even if he doesn't want to.

"Changsun Yan's work is excellent, but it can be submitted to the copywriting. Is there any objection?"

Hearing Shangguanyi's words, the literati lost their voices collectively.

They didn't want Changsun Yan to enter the copywriting at all, but if they want to stop it now, they can only write more amazing poems than him, they have no ability.

"There is no objection, Changsun Yan, let's sit down and fight copywriting."

"I'm not going, I'm going to wait for my brothers to join me."

Changsun Yan shook his head, he didn't dare to go at all, who knows what it would be like to sit on the doujian, if he got there, he would be challenged, without Li Yanran's support, he would be really ashamed and thrown home.

Rather than going there to find happiness, it's better to stay down there, as Li Yanran can take care of her more or less.

"Whatever you want."

Shangguanyi was depressed. Since ancient times, there have been such precedents in literary and poetry conferences. Some people stand out but do not want to go to the upper seat alone. They wait for their friends to win and advance together.

But people are heroes and cherish heroes, how about you?

Waiting for your brothers?

I don't even look at the goodness around me, so I dare to speak nonsense here.

If the sons of Cheng Yaojin and those old Qiu Ba can sing good poems, I, Shang Guanyi, will live like a dog for so many years.

"Since Changsun Yan has so much confidence in the friends around him, why not let the flying flower order start from them, how about it?"

Xu Ang stared at Changsun Yan, I have nothing to say about your arrogance, but don't think that you are surrounded by poets and writers.

If I can't mess with you, I'll take the people around you and see how you respond.

"can."

Shangguanyi nodded.

"Who? Me?"

Seeing everyone's gazes gathering, Cheng Chubi and the others were also taken aback for a moment, they didn't expect the melon eaters to become the protagonists, so they couldn't help but panic.

I am not afraid of fighting myself, but forget about poetry.

Li Yanran calmly handed a note to Cheng Chubi's hand, and Cheng Chubi immediately became clear.

It was Changsun Yan just now, now it's my old Cheng's turn to be arrogant.

"It was flowers just now, isn't it, then I, Cheng Chubi, will have a spring."

After saying that, Cheng Chubi stood up, clenched his fists behind his back, took a step in all directions, and said, "The spring breeze is green on the south bank of the river, when will the bright moon shine on me?"

What Li Yanran gave Cheng Chubi was Wang Anshi's famous work of mooring boats at Guazhou.

Especially the last two sentences can be called a generation of quatrains. They originally described the poet's homesickness and the meaning of missing his hometown, but Cheng Chubi read the special artistic conception of soldiers.

A picture flashed in everyone's minds. The general who was fighting outside faced a large number of enemies and charged forward alone. While charging, he shouted at the moon in the sky, when will the bright moon shine.

There was a little less weakness, and a little more iron blood and sadness. For a while, everyone was touched by this quatrain, and they were speechless in surprise.

Xu Ang's eyeballs are about to pop out, what's going on?
How could a careless person like Cheng Chubi write such a beautiful chapter.

Compared with the poem written by Changsun Yan just now, it can be said that it is even worse.

Although the two are indistinguishable from each other, one thing is very clear, that is, even if he spends his whole life, he will not be able to compose such lines.

Why it came out like this?
Could it be that after studying hard for more than ten years in the cold window, it is not as good as the random graffiti of a seemingly reckless man?
It's not just Xu Ang who thinks this way, many literati are a little suspicious of life.

Why Cheng Chubi can make such poems, he can only come up with a few readable poems.

Is this the so-called talent?

Shangguanyi looked at the impassioned Cheng Chubi, with a hint of doubt in the corner of his eyes.

This poem sounds like it was written by a literati, not a warrior, but this kind of poem appeared on Cheng Chubi, and there is too much weirdness in it.

But it is undeniable that this poem is also a quatrain. It is so wonderful that no one will be able to pick it up. After all, no one wants to come out and lose face.

If the gap between up and down is too obvious, it can only let others know how inferior you are.

Seeing the silence around, Cheng Chubi's eyes were full of coldness,
A group of melon skins dare to compare with our Chang'an Four Heavenly Kings.

Nonsence.

Cheng Chubi sat down, like an old monk in meditation, with neither joy nor sorrow on his face.

Li Yanran smiled slightly, and wanted my Shuren Teahouse to lose face at the literary and poetry conference, so I wanted to let Shuren Teahouse take the limelight.

I don't know what the faces of these people would look like if the book was full of people from the Shuren Tea Room.

Others don't know, but Xu Ang's face is definitely not good-looking anyway.

After all, all his deliberations are to avenge the last time, if he is now the leader of Shuren Tea House.

Li Yanran wanted to pray that Xu Ang didn't have a heart attack, otherwise, he might be so angry that he would die and return to the underworld.

"This"

On one side, Shangguanyi was in trouble. He had presided over the literary meeting not once or twice, and such a scene had never been encountered before.

In the past, although some dandyism bought good writers to help them write poems at a high price, they were only good, and they would soon be defeated in the face of criticism from other literati.

But now there is a grandson Yan, and now there is Cheng Chubi, the poems of these two people are all impeccable, and they want to suppress but can't, even he doesn't know how to proceed.

Li Yanran quietly kicked Changsun Yan's buttocks, and gave him a wink.

"If no one can continue, shouldn't it be time for me, Chu Bi, to sit in the copywriting case?" Changsun Yan is also a good person, and immediately said to Shangguanyi, who is the leader.

"Duang."

The huge gong rang again, and Shangguanyi also said helplessly: "Cheng Chubi's work is excellent, but it's up to the copywriting, is there anyone objecting?"

A group of people shook their heads unhappily as if they had eaten flies.

"I have to wait for my brothers to join me, so I won't go up."

Cheng Chubi smiled innocently, signaling that he would also wait below.

Yu Chihuan stared at Li Yanran firmly, the meaning was self-evident.

I also want to compose poems, and I also want to be in the limelight. After all, Cheng Chubi can do it, so can I.

Li Yanran immediately understood Yuchihuan's meaning, and wanted to show off, isn't that easy?
A note was handed to Yu Chihuan, and he took a peek at it and immediately stood up.

"Why, Yuchihuan, don't say that you also want to write poetry."

Xu Ang only felt that he was numb, and it was fine for Changsun Yan and Cheng Chubi to jump out, why even you, a well-known idiot, wanted to compose poems?
He would rather believe that a sow can climb a tree than that the other party can compose poetry.

Yu Chihuan smiled slightly, and asked Shangguanyi in the middle stage: "Can I go down after Cheng Chubi?"

Shangguanyi nodded. No one dared to take Cheng Chubi's poem anymore. Most people would start from scratch, but if Yuchihuan wanted to take it, it was natural.

"Then I'm starting, everyone listen."

"In three springs, the snow returns to the green mounds, and the Yellow River circles the Black Mountains for thousands of miles."

"hiss."

Although Yu Chihuan's poem is not as stunning as Cheng Chubi's, it still expresses the desolation of the soldiers, and it can be regarded as a good poem.

It's just a little less coquettish, but just like this, it's a little difficult for the person in front of him to suppress.

"I don't play anymore."

(End of this chapter)