As soon as Yongliu came out, everyone was stunned, including Xu Ang and Li Qia who turned around and left, and the janitor Liu Ding stared at the big eyes, his eyes full of surprise.

The meaning expressed in this song is seven or eight points similar to the limerick poem just now, but the artistic conception is very different, like the difference between clouds and mud.

Yongliu is definitely a poem that can be passed down through the ages.

Could it be that the eldest grandson Yan was just amusing himself?

"The eldest grandson is talented, Liu Ding was offended just now, I hope you will forgive me."

Although I don't know if this poem was written by Changsun Yan, but a masterpiece can appear under his own witness, and his eldest grandson Yan received this gift from himself.

Changsun Yan nodded slightly, and asked Liu Ding, "Then can we go in?" ”

"That's natural, eldest grandson, please."

Liu Ding made a gesture of please, not for the prime minister behind the eldest grandson, but for the song he just made.

The eldest grandson Yan walked to Xu Ang's side, looked at the few people who had not come back to their senses, and directly asked Liu Ding behind him: "Brother Liu Ding, I don't know how Xu Ang's entrance poem compares to me?" ”

Liu Ding was also sincere, and immediately replied loudly: "Although Xu Ang's entrance poem is good, it is different from the eldest grandson and the eldest grandson."

"Xu Ang, the difference between heaven and earth, hahahaha."

The eldest grandson Yan smiled and left Xu Ang with a few people and entered the venue.

"The eldest grandson must have found a good hand, otherwise how could he make such a poem."

Xu Ang's eyes were blood-red, and the green tendons on his forehead were bulging, and it was clear that he had reached the limit of his anger.

Li Qia grabbed Xu Ang's arm and said softly: "Brother Yunming, don't be impatient, a poem that enters the door doesn't mean anything, and some people will clean them up when they go in." ”

"Well, go in, I'm going to see how he gets discredited."

Although Li Qia said this, Xu Ang still felt that he had been greatly hit, and the poem actually flowed out of the mouth of an illiterate.

There is really no reason.

A few people entered the venue, the huge venue was dotted with dozens of small tables, the middle was a table several meters long and wide, and there were four stools on the side of each table, I don't know what the purpose was.

Li Yanran and a few people got together, everyone, you look at me, I look at you, all of them are confused.

Li Yanran looked at a few people quite helplessly, I came from modern times, I don't know how to play here, don't you Tang Dynasty people know?

It's a shame.

Xu Ang and the others entered, glanced at Li Yanran and them, snorted coldly, and found a place to sit down.

"Master Shangguan Yi has arrived."

I don't know who shouted, and then a middle-aged scribe entered the hall surrounded by a group of Confucian scholars.

"Shangguanyi?"

Hearing this name, Li Yanran was also stunned.

Isn't this person just making a statement to Gaozong that he wants to abolish Wu Zetian's prime minister of the Tang Dynasty?

No, he is not the prime minister now, it seems that he will not be crowned until the Longshuo period, but he was beheaded within a few years of becoming the prime minister.

However, his daughter Shangguan Wan'er Qingyun rose straight to become a close confidant of the Empress Wu, and she was somewhat capable.

He seems to be the emperor's royal literati now, how can he be in the mood to participate in this literary and poetry conference?

"You are all the humerus talents of the Tang Dynasty, and today the old man is entrusted by a group of old men in the literary world to be responsible for the presiding over this literary and poetry conference, and I hope that everyone will speak bravely and strive to be able to sit on this bucket of copywriting."

"Of course, anyone who can fight for copywriting, I will recommend him, or he can enter the court as an official."

Shangguan Yi sat directly on the main seat of Dou Wen, looking at the crowd of literati scattered all over the place, his eyes were full of warmth.

These are the future of the Tang Dynasty's literary world, they may not be famous now, and who knows if they will be famous forever in a few years.

"With Shangguan Bachelor presiding, this literary and poetry conference will definitely become a good story."

"Students and others must behave well and live up to my reputation as a literati in Chang'an."

A group of people also opened their mouths to compliment, and at the same time, they were also determined to win the position of copywriter.

These people dare to come here to participate in this literary and poetry conference, and they are all people who think very highly of themselves.

If you can stand out among the crowd, you can get the recommendation of Shangguan Yi, and you can use this to leap into the dragon gate and rise to the top.

Shangguan Yi couldn't help frowning when his gaze swept over Xu Ang and the others.

Xu Ang has a bad reputation and is despised by him, but he is brilliant, so it doesn't matter if he comes here.

But when he saw Changsun Yan and the others opposite Xu Ang, his eyes were about to pop out.

Who put this guy in?

Everyone in the world knows that the eldest grandson Yan is unbearable, and his literary talent is not as good as that of a three-year-old child, how can he come to such an elegant place as the Literary and Poetry Conference, Liu Ding is really nonsense.

Shangguan Yi whispered unhappily to the little guy next to him, the little guy nodded and left, and after a while, Liu Ding came to Shangguan Yi's side.

Shangguan Yi frowned and whispered to Liu Ding: "Liu Ding, how can this eldest grandson Yan come to the Literary and Poetry Conference, what do you think of this?" ”

"Teacher, students don't dare to slack off, this is the introductory poem written by the eldest grandson."

Hearing Shangguan Yi's words, Liu Ding was already prepared, took out a piece of Yongliu that had just been transcribed and put it in front of Shangguan Yi.

"Huh?"

After reading Yongliu, Shangguan Yi was a little unconvinced.

This poem that is enough to be handed down to the world turned out to be written by the eldest grandson Yan who he despised the most?

"Are you sure?"

"The students witnessed the completion of this poem, otherwise they would not have let such people into the scene, and it is unknown whether it was really written by the eldest grandson."

Liu Ding is also depressed, such a poem is written by any person, he has to recite it to the audience, in order to show the beauty of the article, but it is the eldest grandson Yan.

only hates the injustice of heaven, and the pearl is secretly invested, insulting such a masterpiece.

"I see."

Shangguan Yi is a person who has experienced the great world, taking a deep breath, and his face tends to be calm.

Whether the eldest grandson Yan is talented or not, you will know after a try.

"The student quits."

Liu Ding glanced at Sun Yan and the others, shook his head and left.

"Brother Li, what is Dou copywriting?"

The eldest grandson Yan turned his head to look at Li Yanran behind him, and shamelessly asked that it was Confucius who said it, and he was also the most proficient in learning.

“？？？”

Li Yanran was stunned, everyone is here for the first time, why do you think I can know?

"The so-called fighting copywriter should be the middle table case, and it should be necessary to meet certain conditions before you can get on the case and compete for the final winner."

Li Yanran touched her double chin, glanced at Shangguan Yi, and said her guess.

Li Siwen nodded, this is like a lieutenant colonel in the army, after determining the top few through the previous competition, he is fighting against each other to get the final champion.

“Duang。”

With the sound of a gong, Shangguan Yi was also dressed in a whole shirt, standing on the middle stage.

"The first session of the Literary Poetry Conference began, seven words of poetry, flying flowers and orders, starting with the old man."

"The flowers are light and the butterflies are chaotic and the immortals are apricots, and the leaves are dense and the warblers are crying the emperor and the mulberry."

After Shangguan Yi finished singing the poem, the people below all applauded and complimented.

"The beginning is the spring day of Lord Shangguanyi's masterpiece, which is like being in the spring flowers, watching butterflies dance wildly, and listening to the warblers."

"That's right, although the Flying Flower Order is the most common, it is a little difficult to catch Lord Shangguan."

"Everyone, everyone."

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