After three rounds of wine, Princess Qingyu carried the wine jug and pounced in front of Yang Yansi, her cheeks were flushed, and she could smell the smell of wine after three steps.

The men present in the audience all avoided a little, but Yang Yansi sat in place and did not move.

Princess Qingyu was not taboo either, and threw herself to sit down beside Yang Yansi, smiling like a flower.

"Brother Qilang, you've drunk three pots of this wine, aren't you good at chanting poetry, do you want your sister to teach you?"

Yang Yansi smiled awkwardly, "The younger brother is not good at chanting the poems of the sages, if he composes poems, the younger brother can deal with one or two." ”

"Good! Then compose poetry. ”

Princess Qingyu sat beside Yang Yansi, reluctant to leave, she said loudly: "Yang Qigongzi, who is famous in Bianjing and has excellent chess and painting, is not good at chanting the poetry collection of the sages, but he is good at composing poems. In order to avoid being said that we don't know how to learn and only know how to pick up people's teeth, we also wrote poems. ”

"Good!"

Everyone seemed to agree with Princess Qingyu's statement and agreed one after another.

"Spring, summer, autumn and winter rotate in four seasons, there is a beginning and an end, since we have already sung spring, summer and autumn, it is better to compose a poem with winter as the theme."

Princess Qingyu stared at Yang Yansi in a daze, "Qilang, why don't you start?" ”

Seeing that everyone was looking forward to it, Yang Yansi was not pretentious, cleared his throat slightly, and prepared to copy a poem that shocked everyone.

For example, "Qinyuan Spring Snow"......

At the end, Yang Yansi changed his attention and opened his mouth to groan: "The country is general, and there is a hole in the well; The yellow dog is white, and the white dog is swollen. ”

This......

For a moment, everyone present was stunned.

Cao Lin, Princess Qingyu and the others who were ready to cheer for Yang Yansi also put down their palms.

"Hahaha......"

"Good poetry! Good poetry! ”

"As soon as this poem comes out, there will be no more snow!"

……

After a brief pause, the audience erupted in laughter like never before.

Some even rolled on the ground laughing.

Yang Yansi didn't seem to know that everyone was laughing at him, so he arched his hand slightly, "Accept and concede!" ”

Lu Duanxiao's tears came out, "Yang Qigongzi is a great talent, I am ashamed of myself, I should punish myself with a cup, and I should punish myself with a cup......"

Others chimed in.

Only Cao Lin and Princess Qingyu did not laugh in the field, Cao Lin looked at Yang Yansi with a worried face, and Princess Qingyu looked resentful.

"You're kidding me, aren't you? I'll give you another chance......"

Princess Kiyoyu's silver teeth rattled.

"This question is invalid, start over, the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter have passed, and the next question, we will take 'pool' as the topic."

"Xue Weiji, you come first......

Princess Qingyu was afraid that Yang Yansi would make a fool of herself, so she ordered a thin middle-aged scholar, who was named Xue Weiji, who had a very high status. He is the adopted son of the former prime minister Xue Juzheng, and the only heir to all of Xue Juzheng's property and title.

Xue Juzheng, the former prime minister, could not give birth to an old wife in the family, and she was a jealous woman, and the degree of jealousy of the woman far exceeded that of the first jealous woman in the ages. She couldn't give birth to herself, and she didn't let Xue Juzheng take a concubine, so Xue Juzheng had no children in his life, and he could only inherit one from the side branch to his name.

This adopted son is Xue Weiji.

Although Xue Weiji has a father who has been a prime minister, when he is outside, his personality always seems to be very cowardly.

Princess Qingyu took him under the knife, apparently to help Yang Yansi break the siege.

However, what Princess Qingyu didn't expect was that it seemed that today's Xue Weiji was very abnormal and directly rejected Princess Qingyu.

"I'll wait until I've heard Yang Qigongzi's masterpiece first, and then it's not too late to compose a poem."

"That's what we mean......"

"You guys!" Princess Kiyoyu was a little annoyed.

The princess of the Great Song Dynasty really doesn't have much authority to speak of, and Princess Qingyu is still a princess who is not favored. Therefore, not many people present were afraid of her.

Yang Yansi waved his hand with a big grin, "Isn't it just a poem!" I'll come first, I'll come first, and you listen. ”

"The golden pool, the pond is golden, there are lotus flowers in the golden pool, and there are toads on the lotus flowers, poking and jumping ......"

"This ......"

"Good poetry...... Hahaha...... Good poetry......"

"Poke and jump...... Poke and bounce ......"

"A more ancient work, we will worship ......"

"Hahaha......"

……

Those present, except for Cao Lin and Princess Qingyu, all of them laughed without an image, and they couldn't wait to laugh at the sour water in their stomachs.

Cao Lin's face became more and more worried, and she wanted to stand up and help Yang Yansi speak, but she was afraid that others would misunderstand, so she hesitated for a while.

Princess Qingyu sat beside Yang Yansi, her palms clenched into a pair of pink fists, and her fingertips clenched.

"Yang Qilang, do you want to be angry with Princess Ben?"

Yang Yansi looked innocent, "How come?" ”

Princess Qingyu gritted her teeth, "Then why did you deliberately make a mess?" ”

"Where?" Yang Yansi defended, "With this level of education, I can't help it." ”

"I have heard that Yang Qigongzi is famous for a long time, and when I see it today, it really deserves its name."

The word 'talent' bites very hard, and everyone can hear the dejorative meaning in it.

"I think it's a poem, but it's good, it's very vivid."

The person who said this sentence was very sincere, without praise or disparagement, and his attitude was very pertinent.

Xue Weiji asked with a smile: "Xiang Minzhong, do you really think this poem is very vivid?" ”

The middle-aged man who had just commented on Yang Yansi's first poem nodded slightly, "Poke and jump, of course it's image." If you don't believe me, try it in the golden pool. ”

Yang Yansi was a little surprised, he didn't expect that at this small banquet, there would be another future prime minister.

In history, it seems that there is not much ink on Xiang Minzhong, but the eight characters of 'for the country and the people' and 'discerning the details' are evaluations of him.

It can be seen that this person has far more power than others.

Yang Yansi didn't have time to pay attention to Xiang Minzhong, so he was pulled to the side by Princess Qingyu.

"Yang Yansi, don't you feel ashamed?"

Yang Yansi was a little curious, why Princess Qingyu was so nervous when she made a fool of herself.

"Sister Princess, what's so embarrassing about this, it's just a game."

Princess Qingyu had red eyes and said viciously: "The next question of this princess will be named Yongjiang, you have the ability to come to such a song again." This princess must have written it down herself, framed it, and sent it to General Yang, saying that it was a poem you wrote for him. ”

"Scared!"

Yang Yansi almost jumped up, the corners of his mouth twitched, "Do you want to be so ruthless?" ”

Princess Qingyu snorted coldly, "What do you say? ”

Sure enough, Princess Qingyu said that she would do it, and announced on the spot that the "pool" title was invalid, and the next "chant" was won.

Everyone didn't write poems, and they all stared at Yang Yansi in a daze, ready to see him laugh.

Yang Yansi looked at it and was a little helpless.

He was forced to go to Liangshan by Princess Qingyu.

He could imagine what would happen to Yang Ye after he got the limerick poem of 'Yongjiang' he composed.

If you don't kill it, it is estimated that it is because of your own son.