The Great Song Dynasty: the First Talented Woman in the Beginning Flickered Through the Ages

She glanced at Yang Yi with a slightly worried look, but saw that he looked relaxed, grinned at her, and his teeth were extremely white.

Li Qingzhao blushed, and gave him an angry look. This man was very relaxed, and he was worried for him because of himself.

The two exchanged brows and eyes, Zhao Mingcheng looked in his eyes, his face was not very good, but he still maintained the appearance of a modest gentleman, but his hands became tighter.

Yang Yi teased Li Qingzhao for a while, and said happily: "Yes, Mr. Zhao, listen carefully, my couplet is: Pingxishu, Dingnanman, Donghebeiju, Zhongjun account changes hexagrams, civil engineering and gold lines, and the water surface can be used. Fire attack."

Zhao Mingcheng's expression changed, and he said unnaturally: "Young Master Yang can think of such a good match in such a short time, and Zhao admires it."

Yang Yi said lightly: "Oh? Since that's the case, can I go in?"

Zhao Mingcheng shook his head and said, "The couplet is a small way, this is a poetry meeting, there is another question next, if Young Master Yang can pass, Zhao has nothing to say."

Yang Yi said, "Young Master Zhao, please speak."

Zhao Mingcheng said with bad intentions: "Scholar Su used the divination operator as a lyric to make a masterpiece for the ages, and Brother Yang took this divination as the title. How about the new fill in the old word?"

His words seemed to have no problem, but in fact, he had a sinister intention, and brought out Su Shi's name and the ancient noun.

At this time, if Yang Yi did divination again, he would definitely be compared.

Who is Su Shi?

In the literary world, there are almost no people who can compare with Su Shi at this time.

Yang Yi is nothing but an ordinary scholar, how can he do the words of Su Shi.

Yang Yi was stunned for a moment, and then he recalled that Su Shi's divination count was the one:

When the moon is missing, we hang out the trees, and the people are quiet for the first time.See Youren coming and going alone, lonely and lonely.

Startled but looked back, there is no one to hate.Picking up all the cold branches and refusing to perch, the lonely sandbar is cold.

Naboo composes the name of the lyric, the lyric, and it is really impossible without a little courage.

The reason for this is naturally saved by everyone, and there is a lot of discussion for a while.

Li Qingzhao said coldly, "Young Master Zhao, it's just an entry question, do you need to be so preoccupied?"

She is a smart person, how can Zhao Mingcheng's intention not be seen?

At this time, I feel that this person is too small and difficult to tolerate.

Zhao Mingcheng's heart was bitter, but he had nowhere to say that this resentment could only be sent to Yang Yi.

"Young Master Yang, if you can't do it, don't force it." Zhao Mingcheng said "kindly".

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Chapter [-] She Laughs in the Bushes

Yang Yi smiled and said, "Don't be annoyed by Sister Qingzhao, Young Master Zhao is also thinking about poetry."

Seeing his warm smile, Li Qingzhao somehow calmed down in his heart, as if his smile had an infectious power.

After all, she is Li Qingzhao who is knowledgeable and reasonable, virtuous and virtuous. Now she adjusts her mentality and returns to her calm appearance, but she is a little more alienated from Zhao Mingcheng.

Zhao Mingcheng secretly said bitterly in his heart that he did not know what to do today, but he lost his sense of proportion.

The good people are all done by Yang Yi, but the wicked are done by themselves.

Thinking that Yang Yi was only sixteen or seventeen years old was as old as Li Qingzhao, and he was three years older than her, it made him feel more and more uncomfortable.

Zhao Mingcheng became more and more jealous of Yang Yi, and regarded him as a great enemy in his life.

Yang Yi didn't know what Zhao Mingcheng was thinking. Even if he knew, he didn't care. Zhao Tingzhi was going to see the King of Hell in a few years. How long would Zhao Mingcheng be able to dance?

He said indifferently: "Since Young Master Zhao takes the fortune teller as the title, and Yang is not talented, there is also a fortune teller here, which I would like to share with you."

Zhao Mingcheng was stunned for a moment, then sneered, this Yang Yimo is not as simple as eating and drinking.

The words that came down in a hurry may be unpleasant.

Yang Yi ignored the surprised, expectant, and joking gazes around him, and walked lightly for two steps: "Yang's poem is called "Bu Shuanzi·Yongmei""

He stood still, his body was tall and straight, like a towering mountain, his eyebrows were wrinkled, his eyes were deep, like a modest gentleman from ancient times, full of classical and elegant temperament.

Yang Yi said softly: "Beside the broken bridge outside the station, I am lonely and have no owner. It is already dusk alone, and it is more wind and rain.

No intention to struggle for spring, Ren Qunfang is jealous.Scattered into mud and crushed into dust, only the fragrance remains the same. "

In the huge yard, there is a dead silence!

In the minds of everyone, there seemed to be an Ao Xue Han Mei, a sturdy and arrogant appearance.

Many people looked at Zhao Mingcheng, who was pale, with playful eyes.

No intention to struggle for spring, Ren Qunfang is jealous, these words have something to say.

Zhao Mingcheng's lips trembled, but he didn't say anything after all.

When this eternal song was sung, he knew that he had done it.

Descendants who read this poem will know that in the first year of Jingguo in the Great Song Dynasty, the Bianjing Haitang Poetry Society, Yang Yi was made difficult by himself and wrote this poem.

Li Qingzhao clapped his hands and praised: "It's a good sentence through the ages, even if it's not bad compared to Master Su."