Li Yan, who was already standing out from the crowd, couldn't care so much, so he pulled up his long sleeves like the old master, pointed his fingers into the air, and pretended to read chicly:

"The grass is spread across the field for six or seven miles, and the flute makes three or four sounds of the evening breeze.

After returning to eat and dusk, he did not take off his clothes and lay down in the moonlight. ”

This poem is in an uproar, even if Wang Fei can hear this kind of recklessness, this poem is far superior to the poem written by Yang Zili in terms of charm and artistic conception, the same shepherd boy returns late, the same village and countryside, the same drizzle and bright moon, Yang Yi helped Li Yan steal the pure Yangzi Lu Dongbin's "Shepherd Boy", which perfectly interprets the Taoist true meaning of tranquility and Taoism.

Yang Zili's face was embarrassed, he didn't expect that his quasi-uncle would be merciless to his poems, and the poem he hired someone to write was obviously far from it, at this time, even Zongxue's classmates were praising Li Yan's poetry wonderland, which made Yang Zili very embarrassed, standing there alone, saying yes or not, and if he wanted to sit down, he couldn't.

Li Yan looked at Yang Zili's uneasy appearance, not to mention how happy he was, and accepted the praise from his classmates without humility, but made the masters of Guozixue look at each other, the masters are not stupid, they know very well what level Li Zixue is, and they can see at a glance that the most unteachable gentleman in this Guozixue must be a poem written by a paid servant.

Qiu Saijiu, who was sitting in the front row, sighed lightly and shook his head, signaling to all the masters not to say much at this time.

"Where, where, you have said too much, and you will be miserable to Li Yan~" The shameless man in the eyes of the master smiled very happily at this time, and the incomparably natural elegance and humility made people who were not familiar with him really think that there was a personable literary genius in the Marquis's Mansion.

Li Yan smiled and patted Yang Yi's shoulder beside him, and the eyes of the two were obscene and weird.

There are not many people who understand the mystery contained in this look, except for Wang Feijiang and Chu Dongsheng, the two sworn brothers, maybe only Li Yu, who has been staring at Yang Yi, has not even looked at her "talented" brother at a glance, and she is already very sure that this poem is from Yang Yi.

If Yang Yi knew that Li Yu had been staring at him, he would definitely regret messing around with Li Yu, and if he was targeted by a beautiful woman like Li Yu, trouble would stick to his body like chewing gum, and he already knew it deeply.

"This is Li Aiqing's son?" The emperor asked with his elbow leaning on the dragon chair and leaning slightly.

Li Cen hurriedly got up and bowed: "Back to the emperor, it is the dog Li Yan." ”

The emperor smiled and nodded and said, "Aiqing teaches her son well." ”

"The emperor has won the award." Li Cen replied modestly, but in his heart he was guessing the deep meaning of the emperor's words, it was impossible for him not to know that Li Yan was a gentleman who did not learn and did not know how to do it.

After Li Cen sat down, Wang Yi beside him also smiled and said: "The prince of Houfu really has the demeanor of the Hou Ye, and he hides it deeply." ”

This was very vicious, Li Cen just smiled and returned the salute without answering.

With Li Yan's amazing work, the school field became active for a while, whether it was the Zongxue royal family or the students of Guozixue, they all began to show their masterpieces, but except for Li Yan's song "Shepherd Boy", other students of Guozixue did not seem to have a work.

This made Li Yan very discouraged, and people who thought they were heroes couldn't save the world.

After the end of the poetic dialogue, the literary theory was basically declared over, and the sect, which had comprehensive advantages in political theory, military theory, and poetry, won this literary theory without any suspense.

After Gu Changlian announced that he would rest for half an hour, the Keju Tournament that Li Yan and others were looking forward to would be held immediately.

By the time Yang Yi changed his clothes and entered the venue, the Keju field was already full of people.

The 24-person Keju Field is much larger than the Guozixue Mini Keju Field, and there are as many as six Keju Gates, which makes Yang Yi feel that the tactics he trained can be used to the fullest.

Yang Yi led the Guozi scholars to play with Keju while observing the twelve members of the sect team. There are really a lot of people who know each other, in addition to the eldest prince Yang Ang, the third prince Yang Qi, and the sixth prince Yang Su who has spoken by himself. In addition, Yang Zili, the "toad" in Li Yan's eyes, was also among them.

While Yang Yi was looking at the opposite side, the sect team on the opposite side was also looking at his side. Even Yang Qi was already talking to Li Yan, looking at Li Yan's hippie smiling face, Yang Yi was very skeptical that he would immediately put on the clothes opposite him and defect.

Wang Feijiang, who was talking to Yang Ang, was much more honest, but when Yang Ang pointed at Wang Yi on the high platform from time to time, Wang Feijiang's face would become unnatural. Is this preparing to blatantly pull relations to play match-fixing?

As Yang Yi, who is also a prince, strangely no one came up to speak, and most of them just swept the rumored nine nerds with puzzled eyes, which made Yang Yi uncomfortable.

Seeing that Li Yan and Wang Fei ran back, Yang Yi didn't raise his head and smiled: "It's better to do this kind of thing as collaborating with the enemy in battle." ”

Li Yan shrugged his shoulders and said, "No way, idlers like us usually make people hungry and thirsty." ”

Chu Dongsheng on the side thought for a while and said, "Third brother... You mean to say you're thirsty for talent, right? ”

"One meaning."

Of course, Yang Yi knew that Li Yan was talking nonsense, but their own family had an inextricable relationship with those princes, and it was not okay not to speak.

Yang Yi laughed and said, "You are indeed quite idle. After speaking, he pointed not far away and said to Chu Dongsheng: "Go, hurry up and call me back to the group of monkeys in Zhu Sanliang." ”

Everyone saw that Zhu Shiyuan and others were working hard to perform the fancy ball juggling that they had just learned from Yang Yi, which won the cheers of many students and little girls.

The Keju competition began, and Yang Yi's words were very simple: "Fly!" Pippi shrimp! ”

No one knew who Pipi Shrimp was, and they didn't have time to think about it. Because the offensive of the clan team after the opening was like a storm, the Guozixue side who fought couldn't find their minds at all, and completely departed from the pre-conceived script.

"Give it to me! Biography! Yang Yi looked at the chaotic formation on his side, all the things he taught were fed to the dogs, and he wanted to scold, but he felt that it was inappropriate, and no one could count on him in this case, so he had to keep running to ask for the ball.

In less than two pillars of incense, the Zongxue team had already entered three times, but Guozixue was still at a loss, taking advantage of the time for the Zongxue team to celebrate, Yang Yi called everyone over: "Pass the juju to me!" Remember, just pass it to me! ”

If you want to boost morale at this time, there is no doubt that the only thing is to score goals.

"Guozixue is really no one, even the nine nerds have been sent." Yang Qi looked at Yang Yi who was talking on the other side and said with a smile, in his memory, Yang Yi didn't seem to have touched Keju, Keju was on the left, but he was shouting on the right.

Yang Su on the side was also a little strange: "The last time I heard that Lao Jiu went to Guozi School, there has been no news, but I didn't expect to come on the field to kick the bow." ”

Yang Qi waved his hand: "Forget it, don't worry so much, remember to pass it on to me later." Yang Qi felt that he had to seize every opportunity to express himself.

The Guozi Xuejuju team was so vulnerable that the whole game was very boring, and the surrounding spectators were not interested, and even the masters of Guozi began to discuss whether there was any hope for the next competition.

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