Before a stick of incense, Xiao Yu walked into the study where Li Lizhen was with a thick pile of rice paper, and handed Li Lizhen all the poems written by Lang Jun.

"Hey......"

Xiao Yu shook the rice paper in his hand and sighed helplessly.

"Princess, not only do these gentlemen have no literary talent, but even the words they write are like dogs crawling."

"I stood there and watched for a long time, and I didn't see much good handwriting."

"How's that okay?"

“……”

Li Lizhi was stunned for a moment, and when Xiao Yu said that no one's words could catch her eyes, she couldn't help but think of the little guy who exchanged letters with her these days......

That man is a good handwriter!

But......

Shook his head.

Li Lizhi forced herself to forget these distractions.

Reaching out and taking the wad of rice paper handed over by Xiaoyu, he began to sift through it slowly.

"Huh?"

looked at the crooked words written on the top piece of rice paper, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

"You're so pretty, like a peony flower?"

“……”

"Who wrote this?"

Li Lizhi was talking to herself while looking for the name of the owner of the paper.

"Li Jingheng?"

Li Lizhi was stunned.

"Cousin?"

Li Jingheng is Li Daozong's eldest son, strictly speaking, Li Lizhen's cousin, although the things he writes are not like the level he should have, but it is understandable to write like this.

After all, everyone is a relative, just hold up a field.

But......

It was not serious to write her name so openly, Li Lizhi still clenched her little fist.

"Humph!"

"I'll clean you up again when I have a chance!"

Putting this page aside, Li Lizhi continued to flip down.

Although the content behind it is not as casual as Li Jingheng, it is not of any level.

Not to mention making Li Li smile, the more she looked at the latter's face, the darker it became, if it weren't for the fact that she needed to take it seriously, she would have burned all the paper with a fire!

"Huh?"

Suddenly!

Li Lizhi stopped turning the hand of the rice paper, and a painting that was still visible appeared in front of his eyes.

Then look down.

A poem leaps into view.

"Hibiscus is not as good as beauty makeup, and the wind in the water hall warms the jade fragrance.

Who is crying to cover the painting fan, and the bright moon is waiting for the lover! ”

Li Liqin's eyes lit up slightly.

Then he quickly stretched out his hand and flattened the rice paper, and looked towards the name column.

“……”

"Eldest Sun Chong!"

Li Lizhi was stunned for a moment, and then a fat ball of meat rolled around her in her mind, calling 'lady' shyly while rolling.

"Purr!"

Li Lizhi suddenly shuddered.

Put this piece of rice paper aside, it is qualified, but Changsun Chong has completely lost the opportunity in Li Lizhen's heart.

In front of appearance, no matter how talented you are, you can't do it!

Brushing, brushing......

Pieces of rice paper kept running away in Li Lizhen's hands, and occasionally a few pieces of rice paper with good poems were placed in a separate place by her, but without exception, although these poems were still good.

But they all don't fit well with today's topic.

At least......

Li Lizhi watched it for a long time, and there was no poem that could make her laugh.

"Hey......"

Sighing softly, Li Lizhi casually threw the penultimate piece of rice paper aside, and her face was relaxed and ready to announce the result after reading the last poem.

Suddenly!

She looked at the handwriting on the last piece of rice paper and froze.

"It's ......"

Li Lizhi subconsciously reached out and touched the font that was facing the strength.

"Little bastard?"

Li Lizhi squinted her eyes and smiled happily, and then read the first line of words on the paper bit by bit.

"Heavy snow."

It's a mediocre title.

What follows is the content of the whole poem.

"The country is general,

black hole in the well,

The black dog is white,

The white dog is swollen. ”

"Poof......

Li Lizhi swept her eyes and saw the whole poem with only 20 pieces, and then just thought briefly for a few seconds before suddenly laughing, holding this piece of rice paper in both hands and trembling.

"Hahaha......"

Finally, I couldn't hold back my laughter.

"This little bastard is really interesting, you say this poem is like a limerick, but it has a lot of meaning."

"If you want to say what kind of good poetry it is, it doesn't count."

"Interesting ......"

"Whose poems?"

Xiao Yu was stunned when he listened.

"Little bastard!"

Li Li replied without thinking, but after answering, she was suddenly confused.

"That's not right!"

The little bastard is just an errand boy in the bank, how can he participate in tonight's Taiye Pool Night Banquet, who wrote this poem?

Li Lizhen hurriedly flattened the rice paper and looked towards the name at the top.

I saw that at the name, a beautiful thin gold body wrote three big characters.

Cheng Chumo!

“……”

Li Li frowned suspiciously and fell silent.

The bank was opened by Cheng Chumo's family, and the little bastard ran errands in the bank, and the person who attended the Taiye Pool party tonight must be Cheng Chumo!

So......

This must be Cheng Chumo forcing the little bastard to ghostwrite!

Li Lizhi squinted her eyes, turned her head and waved her hand at Xiaoyu.

"Come here."

"I'll tell you, you'll ...... this poem in a moment."

……

The gentlemen, big and small, looked at Qin Huaiyu and Cheng Chumo who stood up, and suddenly their brains were a little insufficient.

You said that Qin Huaiyu's family education is strict, and it is reasonable to be literate and martial arts since childhood, but how could Cheng Chumo, the famous little demon king of Chang'an Street and Alley, write a poem that can make Li Lizhi happy?

"Shady!"

"Cheng is silent, and we can definitely do it too!"

"I don't believe it, please princess publish Cheng Chumo's poem!"

"Yes!"

"We're going to see the poems written by Cheng Chu?"

“……”

The gentlemen were heckling.

They are gentlemen, they have no chance to win the favor of the princess, they admit it, but even they are inferior to Cheng Chumo, why can they be?

It's like everyone is the same cowardice, and you suddenly become a genius.

Who can accept this?

"Hehe......"

"Everyone, don't be impatient!"

Xiao Yu shouted and the excited crowd smiled calmly.

Then he said loudly in front of everyone to Cheng Chumo, who was sitting in the corner and couldn't see his figure clearly.

"Little Grandpa Cheng."

"The princess said, although the poems you wrote are a bit flattering and barely passable, I still hope that you can make a poem that praises her like others, and you must write it on the spot, and you must write it yourself in front of me!"

Cheng Chu was stunned for a moment, and then fell silent.

When the gentlemen saw Cheng Chumo's expression, they were immediately sure that this kid was mixed up at all.

I don't know what opportunistic methods were used to get through.

"That's right!"

"The princess has made a request, and the little grandfather will make another song?"

"We're all looking forward to it!"

"Little grandfather is talented!"

“……”

Just when there was a lot of excitement here, Li Shimin also sat in the middle under the laughter of the ministers.

A young eunuch handed the latter a piece of rice paper.

"What is this?"

Li Shimin raised his eyebrows.

"Back to Your Majesty."

The little eunuch lowered his head and said.

"This is the princess asked the little one to give you, saying that you must take a look!"