Everyone saw Yan Ruoxi stunned and didn't speak, and they were all curious about what kind of poem it was.

What's the matter, could it be that she wrote some shameless poem that made Ruoxi girl embarrassed to read it, Cui Er said with bad intentions.

Yan Ruoxi came back to his senses, glanced at Cui Er, and began to read, "It's difficult to say goodbye when we meet, the east wind is powerless, the flowers and silkworms are dead until the dead silkworms are gone, the wax torch turns into gray and tears begin to dry, the glasses are sad, the temples change, the night chant should feel the cold moonlight, there is no way to go to Pengshan, and the blue bird is diligent to explore."

Look" After reading it, he stood up and saluted Li Jian, and the son was really talented. After hearing this, other talents also gave Li Jian appreciative looks, Cui Er is face is dark, he is also a literary person, and when he heard this poem, he naturally knew that it was written

The love between men and women is that whether it is artistic conception or other aspects that are many times better than their own, even if they are members of his Cui family, so many literary talents can each write such poems that can be passed down through the ages. Although I understand it in my heart, I don't know it in my mouth

More let's. Childe is worthy of being a person with a bit of talent, then reward you with a hundred taels, come on, just shouted, was shouted by Li Jian upstairs: Second son Cui is not in a hurry, wait until the end of the settlement together.

In the second scene, there should be only the two of you left, so why don't you write a poem on the theme of "Moon". Ruoxi said slowly

Ruoxi began to light incense after speaking, Cui Er also began to think, Li Jian also closed the window and returned to his seat, Li Jian glanced at Lin Yifeng, how about it, it shouldn't be difficult to write a poem about the moon, right?

Of course, this is not difficult, just come on, Mr. Du, trouble. Lin Yifeng smiled slightly

Mr. Du also slowly picked up the pen and dipped it in ink.

Last night's round is not tonight's round,

But it is suspected that Chanjuan will be reduced in the circle.

Twelve degrees a year,

How long can you get a teenager.

It is a small poem by Li Jianshu's seven-character quatrain "Yongyue". Yesterday's full moon is not today's full moon, I really doubt that this round moon is still beautiful, In the twelve months of the year, the moon is round and missing, and it can be full again if it is missing, but a person's life

Among them, how much time can belong to youth?

At this time, Li Jian and Mr. Du were still shocked, no matter how talented people want to write a poem, they have to think about it, how can this Lin Yifeng come casually, and they are all superb poems, is he a literary and opera star?

Li Jian picked up the poem, then opened the window and shouted to the people below, I have already written it, I don't know if Cui Gongzi has finished writing it.

Of course, I also thought about it, and after finishing speaking, I picked up the pen and began to write, the red candle never sleeps, everyone gathers in the peach source, I talk about the wine in the cup, and treat the beauty preferentially.

Good poetry! All the talents cheered, and Yan Ruoxi also nodded with satisfaction.

Cui Er smiled even more and then said to Li Jian: How about it, your poem is embarrassed to take it out and read it to everyone, thinking to himself, this time he must be compared to him.

Cui Gongzi is worthy of being talented, but the poems under him are not bad, and he said after speaking, listen to it

Everyone held their breath, some wished to hear better works, and some were ready to laugh.

Last night's round is not tonight's round,

But it is suspected that Chanjuan will be reduced in the circle.

Twelve degrees a year,

How long can you get a teenager. Li Jian finished reading it in one breath.

Everyone was quiet for a while, and they all reacted in an instant, Li Gongzi is a great talent, as long as there are talented people, they can see that Li Jian's poems are better than Cui Er's.

Miss, look at whether that is a young master. One of the two maids dressed as men in another room on the second floor pointed to Li Jian's private room and said

Are you blind, where does that look like the young master, the young lady said

No, I mean sitting in the inside, you can only see the side, but it looks like it. The maid pointed and said.

In this way, everyone should be able to see that Li Gongzi's talent is slightly superior, so I don't think there is any need to compare. Yan Ruoxi stood up slightly and said to everyone, and looked up at Li Jian.

At this time, Yang Yuxi ran over and said softly in Cui Er's ear, that Li Gongzi has to close the window every time he writes a poem, I feel a little strange, you can try again.

Cui Er also thought weird in his heart, you write poems just like you, why do you have to close the window every time, could it be that those people inside wrote it in one sentence? Then he said to everyone, slow, I'm not convinced, Li Gongzi, you have to be locked up every time you write a poem

Write it from the window, could it be that your poem was not written by you alone, or is this poem not written by you at all, do you dare to face the poem?

As soon as Cui Er said this, everyone looked at Li Jian with suspicion.

Li Jian's face immediately sank at this time, and at this time, Mr. Du came over and whispered in Li Jian's ear, Gongzi might as well push Gongzi Lin out, since he is afraid of Cui Er's revenge, then we have the ability to protect him, and we can use this to entrap this person.

Why, Li Gongzi didn't dare to speak, could it be that there was really someone else behind him? In this way, as long as you dare to come to your face, as long as you can write a good poem, five hundred taels, how about it, dare you? Cui Er grinned

Indeed, this poem was written by someone else, but he is relatively low-key, since Cui Gongzi wants to come in person, then I will invite this gentleman out to compare with you, don't regret it when the time comes, Li Jian walked over to the table and said to Lin Yifeng

Dao: Lin Gongzi, I'm sorry, I still have to come forward, otherwise I won't be sure of my talent. But don't worry, I'll protect you.

Lin Yifeng smiled bitterly: Okay! Then he slowly got up and walked to the window.

The poems just now were all written by our Lin Gongzi, and now he will compare them. Li Jian said to everyone

Everyone in the audience looked towards Lin Yifeng, and Yan Ruoxi also looked up at Li Gongzi slightly, as if he was thoughtful.

Sure enough, this bastard escaped from marriage and fled here, in order not to marry me, he fled here alone, and the young master didn't do it, and he didn't do any big things. Am I that unbearable? Little Peach, you say, what's wrong with me to let this bastard be disgusted like this

I? A veiled smile looked at Lin Yifeng and said.

Miss is as beautiful as a fairy, proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and martial arts, how many men dream of a fairy is Miss like this, but I don't know which tendon of the young master is wrong and Miss is not dealing with it. The maid next to her called Xiao Tao said.

Hey, why is this person a little familiar? Cui Er scratched his head

That is the waste that you beat in the shop selling clothes a few days ago, you forgot, cousin, Yang Yuxi said softly to Cui Er

Cui Er woke up from a dream, it turned out to be you waste, it seems that the events of the past few days didn't make you remember it for a long time.

Lin Yifeng held back his anger and said: Less nonsense, come on, start.

At this time, Yan Ruoxi, who was sitting on the side, said: "Two, then write it down and I'll write a question, and you can each make a poem."

Hurry up and get the question, everyone is urging.

Yan Ruoxi thought for a while and said: Those two will compose poems with the theme of wine.

After Yan Ruoxi finished the question, everyone began to talk about it, it is easy to write poems about wine, you can write a lot, but it is indeed a bit difficult to write good poems, and it is even more difficult to write such as Yan Ruoxi's eyes, the easier the question, the greater the difficulty.

It's coming, I've already made it, Cui Er said with a smile.

And the people fell silent.

The sun is shining again, and the twilight is gone. There are fewer spring days in the middle of a year, and more in a hundred years. Feihong dances to listen to the old songs, and looks at Jiao'e with the wine. The gray hair has memorized the time, and I can't bear to say a thousand words.

The crowd listened in silence, stood still for a few seconds, and then burst into applause.

Good poetry, good poetry!

Cui Gongzi is talented!

The sound of compliments kept reaching Cui Er's ears, and he couldn't close his mouth when he smiled.

At this time, Cui Er looked up at Lin Yifeng and said: How about it, can you think of it, do you still want a few of you to come up with a poem?

At this time, Lin Yifeng picked up the wine glass and took a small sip, looked at the wine glass and read: Pu grape wine luminous cup, if you want to drink the pipa, urge immediately. Drunk and lying on the battlefield, Jun Mo smiled, and a few people came back to fight in ancient times. silently recited the poet Wang Han's "Liangzhou Song", which is a hand for eternity

Quatrain, will you still lose to you, little bastard? Lin Yifeng thought in his heart, and then smiled faintly at the people below.

Needless to say, after reading this sentence, the audience was silent and then in an uproar, Cui Er's face was as black as the bottom of the pot, obviously knowing that he had lost again, but he was very unwilling in his heart, his dignified son of the Cui family was a great talent, and he lost to such a person

One person, really unwilling.

At this time, Yan Ruoxi blinked his big eyes and looked at Lin Yifeng affectionately.

When Cui Er saw this, he was even more angry.

At the same time, two women in another place on the second floor, one of the maids said to the young lady: When did the young master become so literate?

I don't know, I used to look like a hanger, let alone composing poems, I can't even memorize poems, I don't know what he has experienced in the past six months? The veiled lady sighed

Seeing that Cui Er was pressed and beaten by Lin Yifeng like this, Yang Yuxi next to him couldn't get angry, so he whispered to Cui Er's ear.