"Kyushu is angry and thunderous, and all the horses are sad. I advise the heavenly prince to be vigorous and reduce talents without sticking to one pattern. Qin Lilang recited.

When Qin Li wrote a poem, Lin Yan'er's eyes immediately shone like snow, and the snow lit up. She opened her mouth slightly, and looked at Qin Li with very adoring and incredulous eyes, beautiful and sweet in her heart. Secretly said, who said that Xianggong doesn't study? Xianggong is too modest. He is the real real person who does not show his face, and he does not show his face!

When Qin Li was reciting the poem, several of Qian Fei's friends had already come forward. They are all scholars, so they naturally want to be elegant. As soon as Qin Li finished reciting, they said loudly, "Good poem, this poem is magnificent, good!" ”

It's just a few good words, but no one says who the author of the poem is.

Qin Li glanced at everyone with a smile, then lowered his head and smiled at Qian Fei, looked at Qian Fei with extremely admiring eyes, and said, "Brother Qian is a well-known talent in Yangzhou, who is rich in learning and proficient in poetry, hurry up and ask Brother Qian to tell who made this poem, so that the younger brother can understand it thoroughly!" ”

At this time, Qian Fei was frowning, his face was flushed, his originally tall chest slowly stiffened, and he whispered, "Kyushu is angry...... Who did it? ”

Hehe! He just wants to break his head and won't figure out who the author is? Because the author is the Qing Dynasty poet Gong Zizhen, if Qian Fei wants to know, he needs to live for more than 300 years!

Seeing that Qian Fei's face was as suffocated as a cockscomb, and he couldn't tell the author for a long time, the corners of Qin Li's mouth raised slightly, and he said with a smile, "Little brother remembers that Brother Qian said that he is the most proficient in poetry just now, and asked Brother Qian to be sure to advise the younger brother, but don't be a real person without showing your face, you have to be low-key!" Hehe! ”

In the end, he obviously had a little arrogance, and he had contempt and ridicule for Qian Fei.

Qian Fei glanced at Qin Li, who was sneering, his heart moved, and said secretly, this kid is playing me, he is deliberately embarrassing me. Hum! My money is a talent in Yangzhou, how can I be embarrassed by his broken poem? But who is this author, who is this author?

Qian Fei still can't think of it. He's a person who retreats from the difficulty, and if he can't think of it, he won't bother thinking about it immediately. He said lightly, "The poem you recited just now was written by an unknown junior, the poem is too ordinary, you know the author and you don't know the author are useless to gain fame." However, since the little brother can recite poems, he must be able to make poems. Ben Xiucai is quite proficient in poetry, and there is just some Yaxing today, so why don't I make a poem today? ”

In front of so many friends, how could Qian Fei admit defeat so easily? In that case, where is the face? In the future, how to be proud of his talent in front of his friends, and show off.

Qin Li was embarrassed, he didn't study hard in later times, and he was reluctantly admitted to a third-rate university. In this life, I even have a headache when I see those four books and five classics, and the eight strands of literature. Speaking of poetry, it is even more difficult for him than to ascend to the sky!

Qin Li secretly scolded, these sour talents, stinky scholars are extremely sour. If you are interested, you will write poems, useless scholars, can poems be used as food or as money? There's a fart, huh?

Qin Li was stunned for a moment, not knowing what to do.

Lin Yan'er is Qin Li's close-fitting little padded jacket, and when she saw Qin Li's appearance, she felt a little lost in her heart, and said secretly, it seems that Xianggong still has little reading. I'm not good at poetry and songs. She said softly, "Xianggong, the concubine is still in a hurry to go to Slender West Lake to play, we can't waste time here!" What kind of poems do you do with a few showmen? ”

As he spoke, he picked up Qin Li and was about to leave.

Qin Li was happy in his heart, and said secretly, the siege has finally been lifted, Yan'er is really a ghost elf! If a wife is like this, what more can a husband ask for?

Seeing that Qin Li was leaving, Qian Fei suddenly became anxious. The face he lost just now hadn't been regained, he hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed Qin Li's other arm, and said with a displeased face, "Slow, little brother, it's just a few poems on the spot, and it won't be delayed for long, besides, it's still early at this time, and the boatman on the Slender West Lake hasn't eaten breakfast yet." ”

Qin Li smiled indifferently, shook his arm and said, "Brother Qian, don't you see that Madame is in a hurry?" Waiting for the younger brother to accompany Brother Qian to write poems in the future. ”

"Huh! Looking at the little brother's dignified appearance, it turned out to be a person who is afraid of guilt! It's really a little bit of a show! Qian Fei's face suddenly changed, and he sneered at Qin Li with a sharp mouth.

Qin Li frowned, and his heart immediately ached. These sour talents are really dog skin plasters, they can't get rid of them if they want to, they are quite immoral in their speech, and their conduct is really bad.

Qin Li also put on a straight face and said, "My wife does have something, can't it be that the younger brother will not be able to compete with Brother Qian in the future?" Could it be that Brother Qian, as a well-known talent in Yangzhou, is proficient in poetry, and can only make poems today, not another day? Jiang Lang is finished? ”

"Huh! It's really a joke, this show is a well-known talent in Yangzhou, every day is a spring of literary thoughts, quick thinking, every day can improvise poems, how can there be a reason to make poems only today? I think it's a little brother, you can't write poems on the spot, so you're in a hurry to leave, right? Qian Fei said coldly.

Qian Fei's words scratched Qin Li's sore spot, and Qin Li couldn't help but blush.

With his red face, Qian Fei was even more proud, and said with a smile, "Hehe! Since the little brother is golden and jade, it is not difficult for Ben Xiucai to be the little brother. Let's go, little brother, hehe! Accompany your lady to play in Slender West Lake, remember, you must be low-key in the future! ”

"Huh! Embroidered pillows, straw rice buckets! With a little quick calculation of the carving insect skills, he came out to bluff people, alas! It's really everyone who has it these days! It's no wonder that Qin Li, a person who doesn't read and can't read, has made a person's identity, what else can't happen? What a crazy world! One of Qian Fei's friends, a young man as thin as Qian Fei, said.

Lin Yan'er listened to them, and her face was already flushed. Secretly, hum! My father-in-law is a powerful man, and if he doesn't study, he is 10,000 times better than you poor and sour talents. Bah! Isn't it just that you can make a few lines of poetry, what's the big deal?

Lin Yan'er has followed her father Lin Ying to practice martial arts since she was a child, and she doesn't read much. If she could write poems on the spot, it is estimated that she would not be able to hold back the anger in her chest at this time, and she would have come forward for her dear father-in-law Qin Li. At this time, the only thing she could do was to stare at the apricot eyes, and the two little pink fists were clenched tightly, glaring at those people fiercely, and she wanted to beat them up.

Qin Li was even more angry at this time.

Men, they can have no money, they can be powerless, and they can not study, but the last thing is to be humiliated and looked down upon!

At this time, Qin Li felt that his self-esteem had been hurt, he glared at the few arrogant and very arrogant readers, straightened his chest, and said in a deep voice, "Okay, today the junior brother will compete with Brother Qian to compose a poem, Brother Qian, please ask the question!" ”