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

There were praises all around, and the little ladies who were flamboyantly adorned with charming eyes, and all of them blushed.

Yang Yi smiled and said: "There is another word below, please appreciate it."

what? !

Everyone was shocked. The article was born naturally, and it was achieved by a clever hand. Is it difficult for Yang Yi to come up with another song?

Cao Zijian wrote poetry in seven steps, and his name has been passed down through the ages.

This Yang Yi made an ancient term in a short time, enough to be proud, this second song should not be as good as the first one.

Everyone's thoughts were different, Zhao Mingcheng's face was blue and red, and he reluctantly said, "Young Master Yang, please."

Yang Yi looked calm, his eyes drifted to Li Qingzhao, and he said leisurely: "Wind and rain send spring back, and flying snow welcomes spring. It's already a cliff, and there are still pretty flowers.

Qiao does not fight for spring, but only reports the coming of spring.When the flowers were in full bloom, she laughed in the bushes. "

When he read to the end, he winked at Li Qingzhao.

Li Qingzhao's white and greasy face seemed to be coated with a layer of red rouge, and he turned his head to avoid Yang Yi's gaze.

My heart trembled, this man was so rude, first he called his sister in public, this time again...and again.

With mixed feelings in her heart, she silently chewed on Yang Yi's words.

This is using flowers as a metaphor for people. The previous song was written by himself, and this one was written...  

Thinking of Yang Yi's wicked smile when he just blinked at him, his heart trembled, but he didn't dare to think about why Yang Yi did this.

"Good words, good words!"

There was an exclamation from the crowd.

This man is fat, fat, white and chubby, dressed in brocade clothes, and his body is trembling with fat, it is Cai Dun.

Seeing everyone looking over, Cai Dun said even more proudly: "Brother Yang is only eight fights tall, and his thoughts are like a spring. Zhao Mingcheng, you still have to stop it."

Zhao Mingcheng's face turned dark, he was choked by this fat fat man, and his anger was attacking, but the situation was stronger than others, he sighed secretly, and cupped his hands: "Young Master Yang, please."

Cai Dun and he studied in Taixue together, and the two had quarrels with each other because of their family background.

Zhao Tingzhi and Cai Jing are fighting for power, and their juniors are naturally not much better.

Seeing Zhao Mingcheng back down, Yang Yi felt happy and walked into the courtyard with Li Qingzhao.

He had a lot of resentment towards Zhao Mingcheng in his previous life, and seeing his blushing face at this time, what a cool word.

PS: Ask for flowers, collections, flowers, collections, flowers, collections, flowers, collections.

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Chapter [-] The person I like is also named Li

Walking into the courtyard, the lanterns in the courtyard are illuminated with brilliance, and the brilliance of Guiyuan overflows on the roof tiles.

The red lacquered railings twist and turn around, and the green glazed eaves soar in the sky.

Yang Yi secretly marveled that the outer courtyard was already magnificent, but the scenery in the inner courtyard was even better.

This is really rich.

However, this is a poetry society founded by Zhao Ji after all, so it is normal to be so extravagant.

Zhao Ji loves to enjoy himself. If he is good at the top, he must be good at the bottom. If Da Song is so rich, he can also be regarded as a talent.

Li Qingzhao and Yang Yi walked in and immediately attracted the attention of most people.

The age difference between the two is as if they are talented and beautiful. Although Yang Yi's clothes are a bit shabby, they can't see what just happened outside.

Zhao Mingcheng was the pawn, and they naturally wouldn't bump into it stupidly. Except for the students who shared the same hatred, the rest of them didn't respond at all.

Most of the talents here are well-known talents in Bianjing, and if they are not talented, they cannot enter the Haitang Poetry Society.

Because of Li Qingzhao, the Haitang Poetry Club also has many young ladies, all of whom are good at writing, good at speaking and entertaining.

The so-called talented and beautiful, nothing more than that.

Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and life is nothing but fame and fortune.

Especially where there are women, these romantic talents will not miss any opportunity to perform.

Yang Yi said with a smile: "Sister Qingzhao, is Zhao Gongzi interested in you?!"

Li Qingzhao was reminiscing about the words just now. For a talented girl like her who loves poetry, encountering a superb word is like an old glutton meeting a supreme delicacy, how could she let it go.

Suddenly hearing Yang Yilai's words, she jumped in her heart, and then explained: "I and Zhao Gongzi are just friends of gentlemen, and we talked about poetry in the poetry club, but we have no other thoughts."

Yang Yi smiled and said: "I think that Zhao Gongzi is very tight to you."

Li Qingzhao glanced at him angrily, "You are always not a righteous person, a prodigal son."

Yang Yi was speechless, this was too wrong, he curled his lips and said: "Qingzhao sister, what you said is wrong, how can I be a prostitute, usually the neighbors say that I am a rare good man. Jun, you are all rushing to marry my daughter and sister to me."

Li Qingzhao covered his mouth with a smile and rolled his eyes at him, "If you are so popular, why haven't you married yet."

Yang Yi smiled and said leisurely: "Because, it's not them that I want to marry."

Li Qingzhao froze for a while, and then said: "With your talent and learning, I am afraid that the little ladies all over the world are rushing to marry you. Is it possible that there are still unwilling people in this world?"