"The red lotus fragrance remnants of the jade in autumn. Lightly relieve Luo Shang and go to the Lanzhou alone......"

"The flowers float and the water flows. One lovesickness, two sorrows......"

……

In the middle of the moon, it was already halfway through the night, and Yang Yansi was still chanting poetry.

Mr. Shuming asked Zhou Shi, "How many songs are there?" ”

"Two hundred and ninety-nine ......"

Mr. Shuming was shocked: "I'm afraid that Li Taibai will be resurrected, and he may not be able to compare with him...... One hundred masterpieces, this is against the sky! ”

"In this life, it is the blessing of the old man to see this kid."

Shen Yan sighed: "Maybe because of him, the old man will leave a strong mark in the history books." Just because the old man is fortunate to be his teacher......"

The gentlemen looked at Shen Lun with envy, and they could leave a strong mark on the history books, which was their belief in victory.

"Tonight's poems, the old man must copy a copy, and keep it for later while drinking and savoring it."

Zhou Shi turned his head to look at the students who followed him to Bianjing to take the exam, and sighed slightly, "It's their misfortune to live in the same era as the heir immortals!" ”

Mr. Shu Ming shook his head and said: "It's their luck, they can be in the same era as such a master, and they can be in the same palace as him, and they are destined to leave a mark in the history books." ”

Yang Yansi couldn't hear their discussions, and even Yang Yansi's head was already foggy.

Confused, he began to chant poems indiscriminately, such as the one he was now chanting a poem that had stepped on the red line.

"The scenery of the northern country, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow drifting ......"

"Looking at the inside and outside of the Great Wall, only the remaining recklessness, the great rivers and mountains, suddenly lost the surging ......"

"Mountain Dance Silver Snake, the original Chi wax elephant, want to compete with the heavenly princess ......"

“……”

"Shhh...... What a domineering song, majestic ......"

"There are so many delicate rivers and mountains, leading countless heroes to bend their waists ......"

Mr. Shuming glared and said to Shen Lun: "The tone is too big......

Shen Lun also glared, "The old man has a bad premonition......

Yang Yansi didn't know that he was on the verge of being killed.

Still chanting.

"Cherish the Qin Emperor and Han Wu, and slightly lose the literary ......"

Mr. Shu Ming pushed Shen Lun, "Go and stop him......"

Shen Lun also realized that he definitely couldn't bear to watch his genius disciple fall.

Mr. Shu Ming and Shen Lun were both politically minded people, and through Yang Yansi's poems, they realized that there might be a later mention of the emperor of the Great Song Dynasty.

At the moment, Yang Yansi is obviously a little confused, if he says something that shouldn't be said in front of everyone's eyes, then he has to die.

Because of a poem, a proud son of heaven lost his head, which is what neither Mr. Shuming nor Shen Lun wants to see.

"Cherish the Qin Emperor and Han Wu, and slightly lose the literary ......"

"Slightly lost literary ......"

"Puff ......"

Yang Yansi fell to the ground and fell drunk.

The things that shouldn't be said were not said, and Mr. Shu Ming and Shen Lun were obviously relieved.

Suddenly, Yang Yansi, who had fallen to the ground, raised his head.

Mr. Shu Ming and Shen Lungang's hearts were suspended.

Shen Lun ran in front of Yang Yansi in two steps and helped him up.

Yang Yansi's eyes were red and he scolded loudly.

"Writing poetry...... Poetry ......"

"it!"

As soon as this remark came out, the audience was in an uproar.

Yang Yansi didn't care at all about the consequences of his swearing.

His head drooped, and he fainted again.

Yang Ye walked over to Changle Fang with several sons when Yang Yansi fainted for the first time.

With the help of the three disciples, Shen Lun carried Yang Yansi down the Changle Fang under the watchful eye of everyone.

When he first woke up, he was lying at the door of the room, looking through the crack in the door, looking at Yang Yansi who was being carried away, and whispered to Aunt Xiang.

"I want to send him ......"

Aunt Xiang smiled: "There will be a chance to meet in the future, so don't be in such a hurry." ”

Shen Lun and his entourage walked out of Changle Fang and were instantly surrounded by a group of people.

Yang Ye stepped forward and arched his hand, "Thank you Shen Xiangye for taking care of the dog." ”

Shen Lun sighed: "The old man really can't figure it out, how could you give birth to such a demonic son." ”

"The old man is his teacher, and he should take care of him."

Yang Ye said with a smile: "The dog is messing around, disrupting your literary ......"

Nima! If this is nonsense, then aren't the other people present even messing around?

Yang Ye clenched his fists, "Leave the dog to me!" I took him back to the house to rest for a few days. ”

The father wanted to take his son back, but Shen Lun couldn't stop it, so he asked Yang Yansi to hand it over to Yang Ye.

The other six sons of the Yang family wanted to help, but they were stopped by Yang Ye.

Yang Ye picked up Yang Yansi with his own hands, carefully as if he was holding a rare treasure.

Everywhere Yang Ye went, everyone consciously got out of the way.

But their eyes never left the person in Yang Ye's arms.

Suddenly, Yang Yansi, who was lying quietly in Yang Ye's arms, moved.

In a daze, Yang Yansi muttered.

"Go back, all of you!"

An inexplicable sentence makes many people scratch their heads.

partially, the girls in Hualou bowed down and replied.

"Gongzi Xie pities ......"

Yang Ye thought that Yang Yansi had said a word of nonsense, but he didn't care.

He didn't expect that Yang Yansi, who was in his arms with his eyes closed, actually responded.

"Hmm...... I'll go find you ......."

The girls of Hualou bowed down again and replied: "The concubine is sure to wait, sweep the couch and wait for ......"

Yang Ye was completely confused, he didn't expect that his son would be favored by all the girls in Willow Lane, Flower Street, Bianjing City overnight.

Thousands of girls bowed down together, bowed together, and responded to a person's words together.

Don't say that Yang Ye has never seen this kind of scene, even the old magnates in Bianjing City have never seen it.

In fact, as a military general, he rarely understood the lethality of literati, especially the great talents, to the girls in the Qinglou Hualou.

In this lazy Great Song Dynasty, literati were the darlings of Qinglou Hualou.

In the absence of Liu Yong, the head of the super wind moon team, appeared. Yang Yansi became the first person to enjoy this kind of treatment.

Seeing the son in his arms, the corners of his mouth were twitching again, Yang Ye hurriedly covered Yang Yansi's mouth, hugged him and left in a hurry.

Yang Ye hurriedly fled with his son in his arms, and the girls bowed down again to the place where Yang Yansi left.

"Congratulations to Childe!"

……

This night, many people in Bianjing City were destined to lose sleep.

The literati spent the night studying Yang Yansi's poems.

The peddlers and pawns are lamenting the beautiful scenery of Bianjing tonight.

The dignitaries were thinking about how to get in touch with the Yang Mansion.

The daughters hid in the boudoir and listened to the maids singing Yang Yansi's poems in a daze.

The women in the Qinglou Hualou arranged Yang Yansi's poems one after another, and then sang them stupidly.

The men were lamenting that Yang Yansi was favored by all the girls in the flower building, and he was very rich.

The women are fantasizing that they have a husband who is as talented as Yang Yansi.

In the entire Bianjing City, the only one who slept soundly was the drunk and unconscious Yang Yansi.