Yang Yansi choked up and muttered, "You guys listen well......

“…… There are no flowers and no wine to pass the Qingming, and the interest is like a wild monk...... Yesterday, the neighbor begged for a new fire...... Dawn Window and Reading Lamp ......"

As soon as this poem came out, Shen Lun and the others were in an uproar.

A mouth is a masterpiece.

Yang Yansi did not stop, and continued to compose poems, to be precise, copying poems.

“…… Festive Qingming peach and plum smile...... Noda Aratsuka is only worried...... Thundering dragon snake sting...... The grass and trees in the rain-foot suburbs are soft...... People beg to sacrifice Yu Jiao's concubines...... Shigan burned the unjust marquis to death...... Virtuous and foolish know who is ...... The eyes are full of fluffy and wilting, and there is a hill ......"

Zhou Shi muttered to himself, "The heirloom work is far better than the Duanyang poem just now......"

Although Mr. Shuming said that he was at odds with Shen Lun, in terms of literature, the discipline was still very guaranteed.

"It's not just far surpassing, it's the difference between cloud and mud...... The old man looked down on this kid. ”

Shen Lun Tie blushed his cheeks for a long time, and finally a smile appeared, and he quickly instructed the maid who copied it behind his back to quickly pass on the two poems.

Yang Yansi still didn't stop.

“…… When the swallow comes, the news agency ...... Pear blossom backward Qingming ......"

“……”

“…… Plain clothes don't sigh in the dust...... You can still get home ...... Qingming"

“……”

“…… The first time the internal official gave the Qingming fire...... The prime minister is idle and plays money for nothing......"

“……”

“…… It's warm and cold...... Rain and rain come late to ...... Tingxuan is lonely and close to Qingming...... Wine ...... in Remnant Flowers It's ...... last year."

……

Seventeen songs in a row, one after another, each of which is a masterpiece.

Shen Lun and the three of them were speechless in shock, and the maids responsible for copying behind them had increased from one to three.

The students and gentlemen in the pavilion had already gathered around, and everyone was staring at Yang Yansi like a monster.

In the next room, Chu Xing and Aunt Xiang, who had been watching Yang Yansi, were also shocked.

Chu Xing clenched his little fists, as if he was proud of Yang Yansi.

Aunt Xiang couldn't help but blurt out, "With such talent, no wonder you fall in love with him, if Aunt Xiang is dozens of years younger, she must marry ......him."

The guests in Changle Fang also all poured into the pavilion on the third floor, wanting to witness Yang Yansi's demeanor.

The news in Changle Fang spread, and Bianjing City was completely sensational.

After all the girls in the flower building were carefully dressed up one by one, they went straight to Changle Fang, and they all desperately wanted to take a look at Yang Yansi.

The dignitaries and nobles have quickly sent their housekeepers, servants, and family members to Changle Fang to inquire about the news.

When the matter reached the princess's mansion, Princess Qingyu knocked over her favorite vase and hurried out of the mansion, and the guards hurriedly followed.

When the matter reached Cao's mansion, Cao Lin immediately called a soft sedan chair and carried herself to Changle Fang.

The matter reached Huyan Mansion, Huyan Chijin didn't say a word, snatched the BMW in the eldest brother's hand, stepped on it and ran out of the mansion.

When the matter reached the Yang Mansion, Yang Ye waved his hand and called on everyone in the Yang Mansion to go to Changle Fang to cheer for Yang Yansi.

……

The matter reached the Taishi's Mansion......

The matter reached the Prime Minister's Mansion......

The matter reached the prince's mansion......

The matter finally reached the palace, Zhao Guangyi pinched the secret report in his hand, his face was stunned, and after being silent for a while, he ordered the secret agent of the Imperial City Division who knelt in front of him.

"If there is a new work, send it to the palace as soon as possible......"

Seventeen masterpieces, written by one person, attracted the attention of the whole city.

Anyone who knows something about poetry unconsciously flocks to Changle Fang.

The entire royal street in front of Changle Fang, after a quarter of an hour, was full of people.

However, Yang Yansi in Changle Fang is still composing poetry.

"Duanyang ......"

“…… Light sweat is slightly transparent...... Ming Dynasty Dragon Boat Festival bath Fang Lan ......"

"Chongyang ......"

“…… The festive season is again Chongyang...... Jade Pillow Yarn Kitchen ...... It's cool in the middle of the night......"

“…… When is the wine ...... today? Suddenly the flower ...... of the old garden"

……

Shen Lun and the others looked at Yang Yansi, their lips trembled, and they spit out two words lightly.

"Yuan Xi ......"

Hearing these two words, Yang Yansi was obviously stunned, beckoned, shouted, and brought wine.

The maid handed over a pot of wine, and Yang Yansi grabbed the jug and poured it into his throat.

"On New Year's Eve last year, the flower market was lit up like day...... The moon is on the willow tops, and people are about after dusk...... On New Year's Eve this year, the moon and lights are still ...... I didn't see last year's people, and the sleeves of my spring shirt were wet with tears......"

Mr. Shu Ming bit his lip in horror and said dumbfounded: "...... Another masterpiece...... Shunyi, where did you find such a little monster? ”

Zhou Shi was also shocked, "Seventy-two masterpieces, eleven masterpieces, even if Li Taibai is resurrected, it's just that, right?" ”

Shen Lun's lips trembled, and he muttered, "The old man seems to have said the wrong thing......

Shen Lun regretted it, he really regretted it, he had known that if Yang Yansi's talent was so high, he would not have said that he could do as much as he wanted.

Yang Yansi's current performance can no longer be described by the word prodigy.

It's all demonic......

With Yuan Xi as the theme, Yang Yansi made nine songs, and seemed to feel that it was too boring to stay in the Pavilion, so he threw away the empty wine jug in his hand, took off his coat, and stumbled to the fence on the third floor.

Outside the fence on the third floor, there is the royal street, and the street is already full of dense people.

Princess Qingyu, under the protection of the guards, sat in the restaurant opposite, and saw Yang Yansi's figure, and a bright light flashed in her eyes.

Cao Lin, under the protection of the generals and the Qu tribe at home, stood at the end of the street, staring at Yang Yansi quietly, since Yang Yansi appeared, her eyes never left.

When Huyan Chijin saw Yang Yansi appear, he jumped on the horse, he wanted to get closer to Yang Yansi.

Yang Ye led the people of the Yang Mansion into a circle, stared at Yang Yansi who appeared upstairs, and said a word to She Saihua beside him.

"I have no regrets in this life!"

She Saihua had already burst into tears, choked up and said, "Qilang...... He's a good boy. ”

Only Yang Yanhui's face was calm, he shook his head and smiled: "After tonight, I'm afraid that the threshold of our Yang Mansion will be broken......

Everyone stared at Yang Yansi, who suddenly appeared on the third floor.

"Yang Qigongzi ......"

I don't know who recognized Yang Yansi's identity, and he said it in one word.

Everyone in the streets shouted along.

"Yang Qigongzi!"

"Yang Qigongzi!"

"Yang Qigongzi!"

……

The shouts resounded throughout the entire royal street and resounded throughout the entire Bianjing City.

Everyone in Bianjing City heard the name of Yang Qigongzi when the moonlight rose tonight.

Yang Yansi was confused, and when he saw that the people below were listening to a lot, he waved his hand.

"Hello! Hehe......"

After a wine burp, Yang Yansi shouted, "Bring the wine again!" ”