Changsun Yan looked at the proud Li Yanran, a little overwhelmed, in his opinion, this one is the most easy to understand, no different from limericks, why Li Zhi looks like he has lost his soul.

"Li boy, I took it, this poem really wrote something that you shouldn't have at your age."

Li Zhi is completely convinced, this title is a different artistic conception than the first two songs, could it be said that Li Yanran has an intention to fall in love with someone?

This is clearly a love poem,

Excited at a young age?

No way.

Li Yanran is a great talent, he will not be a thing in the pool one day, how can such a talent be cheap to others.

I'll arrange it when I go back, and see which princess, the county lord is of the same age, and she is matched with Li Yanran.

"Lao Li, can I participate in the literary poetry conference now?"

Li Yanran was still proud, and she didn't know that Li Zhi was already looking for a wife for her.

"Well, your level can be regarded as above average, even if you can't come out on top in the literary and poetry conference, at least you won't lose the reputation of the Shuren Teahouse."

Li Zhi nodded, he was able to compose three poems in a short period of time, and Li Yanran's level had surpassed that of many literati, which was enough to cope with the literary and poetry conference.

Li Yanran didn't say anything, you can question my people, but you can't question my poetry.

If you judge me as above average, then I'll go ahead and take the lead.

Not for myself, but for the poets of later generations.

"Okay, I'm going to take some tea back, with this tea, those teas are really hard to swallow."

Li Zhi patted Li Yanran on the shoulder, then left the Shuren Tea Room with some tea leaves and returned to the palace.

"Ryan, make arrangements, I'm going to go to the Literary Poetry Conference in two days."

Originally, Li Zhi was not interested in any literary and poetry conference, but now that the Shuren Teahouse wants to participate, it is somewhat inappropriate for him, the proprietor, not to sit in the town.

"Your Majesty, the literary and poetry conference is mixed, it's okay for you to go openly, but if you go secretly, I'm afraid..."

"Doesn't that mean you need to arrange it in advance? Isn't two days enough? ”

Li Zhi flicked his sleeves and motioned for Ryan to leave, he still had a lot to do.

"The slave obeys."

Ryan stepped back with a smug face.

Two days is not long, but it is not short, and finally it is time for the literary and poetry conference.

Li Yanran and several people drove their own donkeys, led by the eldest grandson Yan, and rushed to the scene with high spirits.

"This is the eldest grandson of the gentleman?"

"Donkey riding? It's really interesting. ”

"Shhhh

......

Seeing the eldest grandson Yan riding a donkey, a group of literati ridiculed one after another.

"Brother Li, don't dodge, these people are jealous, so they will ridicule us."

The eldest grandson Yan held his head high on the donkey, and he was only jealous of the words of the literati.

Because we are so good, otherwise how would these people not talk about others and target themselves.

Eat one's heart out?

Are you stupid to be jealous?

Li Yanran's face was red, ashamed to be with them.

Gao Fu walked quickly to Xu Ang's side and told the news of the arrival of the eldest grandson Yan.

When the Lord came, they couldn't wait, and a few people went directly to the outside of the venue.

An older literati stood outside the venue and saluted the eldest grandson Yan slightly: "The eldest grandson, please make an introductory poem." ”

"Introductory poems?"

Several people were stunned when they heard this, what is an introductory poem, no one told themselves.

Xu Ang took Li Qia, Gaofu and others to the sidelines, and saluted directly to the elderly literati: "Brother Liu Ding, don't be embarrassed for the eldest grandson, he can't do it." ”

"Brother Yunming, this is the rule of the Literary and Poetry Conference, in order to prevent untalented people from mixing into the venue, forgive me for not obeying my fate."

Liu Ding shook his head slightly, not giving Xu Ang face at all.

He is the teacher of Guozijian, he is indifferent and ambitious, and he doesn't like to fight for power and profit, so he treats everyone equally, whether it is Changsun Yan or Xu Ang.

"Then why don't you beg me, I'll help you compose a poem, how about entering this venue?"

Xu Ang knows Liu Ding's character, and it doesn't matter if he doesn't give himself face, because Liu Ding doesn't give face to anyone, otherwise he can't be the gatekeeper.

As for helping the eldest Sun Yan compose poems, it was just to humiliate him, how could he help the other party.

"Xu Ang, do you want to die?"

Cheng Chubi's eyes were wide, and his face was cold.

"Do you dare to touch me? Come, hit here,"

Xu Ang took a step forward and lowered his head, as if he wished for Cheng Chubi to make a move.

"Smack."

Li Yanran didn't know where to come out, and slapped Xu Ang's face.

Everyone was stunned, not only Xu Ang, but even Changsun Yan and them. 、

When did Li Yanran pass?

"Brother, you have flies on your face."

Li Yanran opened her palm, but there was nothing.

Xu Ang was begging for benevolence, but he was slapped by a child, which is a little different from the script he envisioned.

"Boy, are you looking for death?"

Gao Fu came over and stretched out his hand to grab Li Yanran.

Li Feng rushed out, and immediately numb Gao Fu's body.

Seeing that the other party dared to make a move on Li Yanran, the four of Changsun Yan rushed directly to protect Li Yanran in the middle.

"What do you want to do?"

Looking at the angry eyes of the four people, Xu Ang and his gang were directly coaxed.

Now, if this situation is provoking the other party, it is not certain that he will be killed.

Seeing that the two groups were about to fight, Liu Ding said coldly: "If you want to fight, I will call the guards." ”

"Hmph, eldest grandson Yan, if you can't even enter the venue of the Literary and Poetry Conference, the reputation of the Shuren Teahouse will be completely over, I tell you the truth, beg me, I'll help you get in."

Xu Ang's eyes were gloomy, and he shouted at the eldest Sun Yan.

"Xu Ang, do you believe it, master, I don't want to fight the tea room, and I want to beat you all over the ground to find your teeth?"

The eldest grandson Yan was the same, looking at Xu Ang with a cold face.

Li Yanran pushed Li Siwen, they didn't come here to fight, would they really take a sack to a place where no one was there to clean up?

"Brother Liu Ding, why is the entrance poem?"

Li Siwen naturally knew what Li Yanran meant, and hurriedly asked Liu Ding about the entrance poem.

"Willow."

Liu Ding looked at Li Siwen, he knew that the other party was the noble son of the British duke, and he didn't dare to slack off.

"Willow, simple."

"A willow tree is green, the branches are luxuriant and drooping, the willow leaves are thin, and the breeze is blowing and fluttering."

A limerick poem was sung from the mouth of the eldest grandson Yankou in an instant, and everyone was stunned.

"Okay."

"Not bad."

Cheng Chubi and Yu Chihuan clapped their hands together, this poem is well written, at least they can't write it.

Seeing that the two stunned people were still clapping their hands, Li Yanran only felt that she was about to pull out the crack and drill inside.

Who made your eldest grandson goose export chapters, and now he is not laughed to death.

"Okay? Hahahaha, it's so bad. ”

"There is also a willow tree green, don't say that it is really a little realistic."

After Xu Ang and Li Qia glanced at each other, they also laughed wildly.

Dare to be embarrassed by this, it really wants to make people laugh off their big teeth.

"Eldest grandson, this poem is almost meaningless, it's better to go back and carve it again, it should be a rare masterpiece."

Liu Ding shook his head slightly, to be honest, this poem is not bad in limerick poetry, not only writing the greenness of the willow tree, but also writing the dynamics of the willow leaves fluttering in the wind.

However, the literary poetry conference is compared to poetry, and this level is too low, even for three-year-old children.

"Yes, go back and carve and carve, twenty years, it should be about the same."

"Let's go, there's nothing to see, eldest grandson Yan, you've disappointed me too much."

Xu Ang and Li Qia feel similar, with this limerick poem, the brand of the Shuren teahouse will be destroyed.

The eldest grandson Yan's face turned white, and he looked at Li Yanran with some embarrassment.

As soon as I was excited, I forgot about the entrustment.

Li Yanran glanced at Changsun Yan, and then handed Yongliu's note to Changsun Yan's hand.

Don't say that the limerick poem just now by Changsun Yan is quite consistent with He Zhizhang's Yongliu.

After taking the note, Changsun Yan also turned pale, and glanced at Li Qia and Xu Ang on the side.

"Listen, this is the masterpiece."

"Hahaha, it's still a big deal, I'll really wait and see."

"It's not going to be another limerick, green,"

Xu Ang and Li Qia glanced at each other and couldn't help laughing wildly.

That limerick just now is not shameful enough, and I have to do it again.

The eldest grandson Wuji's face is going to be thrown into the toilet by you.

"Jasper is made into a tree high,"

"Ten thousand hanging down green silk."

"I don't know who cut out the thin leaves,"

"The spring breeze in February is like scissors."