Li Longji's title to Yin Que was his beloved concubine Yang Yuhuan, which hit Yin Que's sore spot, Yin Que's heart trembled fiercely, he looked up at Li Longji, looking up at Jun was a big crime, but Yin Que didn't care, he was wild and uninhibited by nature, and he thought very highly of himself, even if he was the emperor, he wouldn't give face, and if he saw it, he wouldn't lose a piece of meat, could it be that the emperor was still a big girl who was not out of the cabinet.

Yin Que raised his head and took a sip of wine, grabbed the pen and was about to write, but it was a little funny to see Gao Lishi pouting, so he joked: "Can Gao Gonggong be lower, the student is not tall, and it is inevitable that he will be a little uncomfortable writing like this, if he writes badly, won't it dirty His Majesty's dragon's eye?" ”

Gao Lishi is so angry, but he has to climb lower, and the angle of opening his hands is wider, so that his body is low.

"Lower, lower." Yin Que held Gao Lishi's back with one hand, and kept making his anger lower in his mouth, how did he look like a person touching a dog.

Gao Lishi has the heart to die, and he is now eager to stab Yin Que to death.

No!

It's too cheap to stab this little beast to death, and Gao Lishi wants to kill him with a knife! Ling Chi!

Colliers roared these two words repeatedly in his heart.

The height was about the same, Yin Que patted Gao Lishi on the back, and then told him not to move, he was going to write.

A little eunuch was holding the ground ink on the side, and Yin Que was holding a pen to fill the ink.

But he didn't start writing immediately, but scratched in the void on Collis's back.

Gao Lishi is a little unbearable, although he is tall and in good health, but he can't stand such a shameful posture, although this posture is lying on his stomach, but it is no different from pouting, and this height and position are just not up and down is very uncomfortable, that is, no matter how good the body is, people can't stand it for a long time, at this time he is sweating all over his forehead.

"Hmm...... Think about it! Yin Que held a pen in his right hand and a wine jug in his left hand, his eyes were blurred and his steps were vague, and he looked drunk.

At a certain moment, Yin Que suddenly clicked, and his blurry eyes flashed with fine light.

"Cloud wants to dress ......"

Yin Que took up the pen and wrote four words.

But just these four words made the people around him feel a bad premonition.

Yin Que suddenly stopped his pen and looked around, but saw that except for Du Fu looking at him with the eyes of a little star, the expressions of the rest of the people could be described as how wonderful and exciting.

Chen Feng and Liu Yu looked expectant, Cui Zheng was a little surprised, while Wang Yao and Zheng Hao were more jealous, and the rest were either shocked or disdainful, in short, with different expressions.

These expressions were all in Yin Que's eyes, and he was surprised that it was indeed Cui Zheng, this child of the family seemed to be different from Wang Yao and Zheng Hao, who were also from the same family, and he was surprised and slightly appreciated.

Yin Que looked around, and a smile slowly appeared on his face, but this smile was indeed mostly sarcastic, as if he wanted to see how surprised they were.

Yin Que planned to slap them in the face with a poem.

"Yun wants clothes...... Yin Que took the pen and whispered, "Flowers want to be Rongbei!" ”

He then wrote these three words on Colliers's back.

Clouds want clothes, flowers want to look.

Only this sentence shows the beauty of the jade slave.

When you see the clouds, you think of your clothes, and when you see flowers, you think of your face, what a beautiful look you have to be to make the beautiful flowers lose their color, and the clouds on the horizon can become dull.

Yin Quenian's voice was not loud, but he was still wandering around in the extremely silent golden hall, and the aftermath was constantly circulating.

This sentence alone shocked the students around them, and they could all hear the meaning of this poem, not to mention those civil officials and Confucians who thought highly of themselves.

Li Longji nodded frequently when he heard it, his eyes unconsciously glanced at the jade slave on the side, and even the queen mother looked at the jade slave, she wanted to see if this little fox spirit was as beautiful as written in Yin Que's poem.

Yunu looked straight at Yin Que with straight eyes, her face was red, she hadn't heard Yin Que say a word to praise herself since she was a child, today's poem compared her to the appearance of a shy flower, she felt hot on her face, and she was full of shyness.

"Hmmm......"

At this time, Yin Que took a big sip of wine from the pot, smacked it twice, patted Gao Lishi's back, and then wrote.

"The spring breeze is blowing on the threshold...... Revlon. ”

Stopping writing, Yin Que was taking a sip of wine.

Hiss......

All around was the sound of gasps, and some officials who called themselves great Confucians and self-proclaimed erudite officials almost pulled off a few of their beards, and these two lines of poetry added up to treat the jade slave as delicate as a flower.

This half of the poem has already compared all the verses of those present.

The previous sentence says that the appearance of the jade slave is ashamed of the flowers, and the second sentence writes that the flowers move lightly with the wind and sometimes appear and occasionally show Huanon, these two sentences write the appearance of the jade slave's embroidery vividly.

Gao Lishi really doesn't dare to move now, he also has some talent, although the poetry may not be right, but the basic appreciation ability is still there, how these two poems are he is clear, if it is because of his own sake, the whole poem is cleaned up by himself.

Du Fu is especially looking forward to Yin Que's next verses.

Yin Que didn't think much about it, but directly wrote down the third sentence.

"If it weren't for the jade mountains to see ......"

Still stop drinking.

The people around him are anxious, deliberately, absolutely deliberately, otherwise he can't stop for a while every time he writes, and the poems can't be intermittent, not to say that they can be done overnight, but they must also be smooth, otherwise the artistic conception is easy to be interrupted, and the poems will fall into the inferior.

At this time, Yin Que's last sentence was still written.

"I will meet Yaotai under the moon."

Wow......!

The crowd around exploded, which directly praised the jade slave as a fairy who only responded to the sky.

Du Fu's eyes brightened, and when Li Longji said that he wrote a poem with the title of Yang Yuhuan, he also conceived a poem in his heart, but it was already 108,000 miles away from Yin Que's, and sure enough, his idol was still the strongest.

The students around them were depressed one by one, if they were not convinced before, now after listening to Yin Que's poem, they put away this kind of thought, this poem is simply so good, so good that they can't do it at all, so good that it slapped them in the face, everyone's face, and even those officials who questioned Yin Que's cheating in the imperial examination also put away their thoughts.

If the first two sentences compare the jade slave to the appearance of a shy flower, and the last two sentences directly treat her as a fairy.

Qunyu Mountain and Yaotai, which are the places where the Queen Mother of the West lives, how can the people there be mortals? Even if it is an immortal, how can it not have the appearance of a shy flower in the closed moon?

The combination of the top and bottom, a peerless poem that is unimpeccable and unchangeable is born.

Stopped writing, still tilted his head to drink, and then kicked Gao Lishi, who was lying on his stomach.

"Don't take off your clothes and send them to Your Majesty!"

Wild, arrogant, arrogant.

This is the evaluation given to him by everyone in the Golden Palace, but Yin Que can afford this evaluation, with this poem alone, no one present today can match, maybe the people in the world are also difficult to match, this poem will be famous in the world, and the three words of Yang Yuhuan will also be passed down through the ages with this poem.

The jade slave covered her mouth and cried silently, she was very happy, Yin Que's poem praised her as a fairy, but at the same time, an inexplicable sadness also swelled up in his heart, she felt that she and he would not meet again, since it was a fairy, how could a mortal like him be worthy? ……