"Ding! Trigger the system task, compose a poem, and shock the envoys of the Song Kingdom! ”

"Failure Penalty: None"

"Success Reward: A Special Talent Summoning Card!"

"Friendly reminder to the host, after failure, there will be a marriage, and the system will be automatically canceled!"

Li Siqi was taken aback, he didn't care about it, but now he realized the importance of the matter and immediately became serious.

"Since Mr. Zhang is so determined, then the palace can only sacrifice ugliness!"

Li Siqi suddenly stood up and bowed to Emperor Xia: "Father, composing poetry is really an export chapter for the son-in-law, and the son-in-law will let the people of the Song Kingdom understand and understand the poetry of a woman in the Xia Kingdom!" ”

"Accurate!"

After getting Emperor Xia's permission, Li Siqi hurriedly responded: "No! ”

"The little girl will make a few songs for herself, and you will listen to them!"

Li Siqi picked up a pot of dream blue next to him, held a round fan, and pondered as he walked, looking like he wanted poetry!

"The Xia country has beautiful women, peerless and independent."

"One look at the city, and then look at the country."

Emperor Xia seriously flashed a brilliant light, and praised: "It's a good sentence to take care of the city, and then take care of the country!" ”

And the Chinese martial arts of the dynasty are a little depressed, although you are beautiful, but you can't be so rebellious!

"Light Luo small fan white orchid, slender waist jade belt dancing veil."

"It is suspected that the fairy came down to earth, and she looked back and smiled at Xinghua."

This poem is really about Li Siqi's dress at this moment!

Zhang Heng's face was a little unbearable at this time, Zhao Kang, the third prince of the Song Kingdom, told him with great certainty that those poems were plagiarized, and as a generation of literary masters, he naturally did not want to see this kind of thing happen, so Zhang Heng came to the imperial capital with the envoys. Now it doesn't look like it's plagiarism!

"The second daughter should be in heaven, and it is rare to have a chance to smell it in the world. The clouds want to dress and the flowers want to look, and the spring breeze blows Revlon. If it weren't for the jade mountain, it would meet Yaotai under the moon. ”

After Li Siqi finished writing this song, he said to Zhang Heng: "Mr. Zhang, do you think I plagiarized?" ”

"This ......"

Before Zhang Heng finished speaking, Li Siqi immediately interrupted and said, "That's it!" Then the palace will not continue to praise himself, I will think of what to compose a poem! ”

Emperor Xia smiled and said to Cao Zhengchun: "It's the same old way, let people copy all the poems!" Fast! ”

"No!"

Cao Zhengchun immediately ran to the periphery of the main hall and shouted: "Hurry, hurry, pen and ink are waiting, hurry!" ”

The title of the poem "Climbing the Stork Tower", the author Li Siqi, the day is at the end of the mountain, and the Yellow River flows into the sea. If you want to be poor, go to the next level. ”

The title of the poem "Silent Night Thoughts", the author Li Siqi, the bright moonlight in front of the bed, is suspected to be frost on the ground. Raise your head to look at the bright moon and bow your head to think of your hometown. ”

The poem is called "Bamboo Pavilion", the author Li Siqi, sitting alone in the secluded fence, playing the piano and howling. People in the deep forest don't know, and the bright moon comes to take pictures. ”

The Manchu Dynasty was stunned, they knew that Li Siqi had to write poems, but they didn't expect to be so skilled, it was really an export!

"There's no need to look at me like that, my IQ here is not comparable to that of a prince like you Song Kingdom!"

Li Siqi pointed to his head, and then began to taunt Zhao Kang.

"Humph!"

Zhao Kang's fists clenched, and Wang Yongnian immediately grabbed Zhao Kang's hand and shook his head at him. Zhao Kang didn't expect that this trip to Xia Guo would be humiliated twice by this woman!

"It was five words just now, and now it's time for seven words!"

Li Siqi carried a wine jug with one hand on his back, walked slowly in the direction of the periphery, and began to compose poems in his mouth:

The title of the poem "Autumn Evening", the author Li Siqi, the silver candle autumn light cold painting screen, the light Luo small fan fluttering fireflies. The night is as cool as water, lying down to see the morning glory Vega. ”

The title of the poem "Fengqiao Night Park", the author Li Siqi, the moon falls and the sky is full of frost, and Jiang Feng is sleeping. Hanshan Temple outside the city of Gusu, the bell rings in the middle of the night to the passenger ship. ”

The title of the poem "Untitled", the author Li Siqi, it is difficult to say goodbye when we meet, and the east wind is powerless. The spring silkworm is dead to the end, and the wax torch turns to ash and tears begin to dry. Xiaojing but the clouds and temples have changed, and the night chant should feel the cold moonlight. There is no way to go to Pengshan, and the blue bird is diligent to visit. ”