Listening to everyone's comments, Li Yanran couldn't help but be stunned.

That's it?

What's so good?

This poem seems to be a colorful scene, spring flowers and butterflies, and green leaf warblers crying, but it is only qualified, and the artistic conception is not half a star and a half different from the masterpieces I heard in later generations.

Could it be that this is the legendary Tang Dynasty at the peak of Chinese style?

That's disappointing, isn't it?

"Who's going to continue? Everyone expresses what they see in their chests, there is no need to stick to the identity of the old man, the literary and poetry conference is to discover talents, not to let everyone pat the old man's ass. ”

Shangguan Yi listened to everyone's compliments, and at the same time kept a straight face, asking them not to be afraid of themselves, just boldly take it.

"The student was offended."

A young literati slowly stood up.

"The peach blossoms are flying in the sky like fire, and the clouds are not hidden."

Hearing that the person took it, Shangguan Yi shook his head slightly, although he barely connected it, but he only expressed the scene, and did not hear what he wanted to hear.

Although Shangguan Yi didn't beat the gong and drink, he didn't care at all.

He definitely can't compare to Shangguan Yi, he just wants to show his face in front of the other party, as long as it's not too embarrassing, the goal will be achieved.

"Go on."

Shangguan Yi's face sank like water, if this literary and poetry conference was at such a level, then he would come to preside over it this time in vain.

"The mountains are full of flowers like the sea, and the sea cliffs and waters are like mirrors."

"Not good, not good."

"It's a bit far-fetched."

This time, there is no need to evaluate Shangguanyi, naturally someone will speak, after all, everyone is dancing and writing, and it is difficult to write a good poem, but it is a good hand to find faults.

The man sat down a little dejected, a little struck.

There are constantly people standing up and singing the next pass, but there is still no one who has lived the eyes of official etiquette.

The gong didn't sound, and Shangguan Yi didn't drink a glass of wine.

"Brother Yunming, when will you make a move, we are still waiting for your masterpiece."

Li Qia looked at Xu Ang, who was sitting firmly in the Diaoyutai, and was also a little anxious.

"Okay."

With that, Xu Ang slowly stood up.

"Xu Ang is going to compose poetry, if he hadn't lost his personal virtue at the beginning, he wouldn't have entered the Hongwen Pavilion now."

"Lord Shangguan hasn't drunk a glass of wine until now, it's obvious that everyone's work is not up to the mark, I hope Xu Ang can write a good poem and not let Lord Shangguan look down on us."

A group of people looked at Xu Ang, although it was said that this person's personal morality was really bad, but his writing was quite good.

"Six words, then I'll be ugly."

Xu Ang smiled slightly and saluted to the official ceremony.

"The red lips are a little peachy, and the pink makeup and jade face are drunk with ancient and modern."

"Okay."

"A good red lip with a little peach blossom, and the powdery jade face is drunk with ancient and modern."

The so-called opening is the peak, and the connoisseur will know if there is one as soon as he makes a move.

Xu Ang's poem was immediately full of prizes.

Not only Li Qia and other henchmen applauded vigorously, but even other literati did the same.

These two simple sentences vividly outline the scene of beauty grooming and wanting to stop being ashamed.

I have to say that it is a masterpiece.

“Duang。”

Just when everyone was intoxicated, the gong hanging on the middle platform rang instantly, pulling everyone's eyes over.

"This poem is really a rare masterpiece, Xu Ang is indeed literary, and it should be a big deal."

Shangguan Yi smiled slightly, although this Xu Ang's poetry style was frivolous, but it was eye-catching.

He is a very fair person, what can amaze me is good poetry, and when I encounter good poetry, I should be a big deal.

"When the big white floats."

"Yes."

A group of scribes also raised wine, just with this poem, Xu Ang should be able to compete for the qualification of the leader of this literary and poetry conference.

"I think everyone should have no objection to Xu Ang's copywriting."

Shangguan Yi immediately asked everyone after drinking a glass of wine, and he could support this Xu Ang's copywriting.

"My lord, Xu Angcai is a shallow learner, I know that there are people who are ten times more talented than me, and he hasn't even ordered me to join that bucket copywriter, which is somewhat inappropriate."

Xu Ang showed a cold light in his eyes, and raised his eyes to look at the eldest grandson Yan on the side.

He had been hit by Changsun Yan outside the court just now, and now he took the opportunity to make Changsun Yan ugly.

Everyone looked at the eldest grandson and the others, and there was a lot of banter in their eyes.

Everyone knows that Changsun Yan's level of gentleness is that Xu Ang wants him to make a fool of himself in public.

Li Yanran glanced at the rebellious Xu Ang, and couldn't help but shake her head.

How dare you shout just because of your talent?

Is the eldest grandson goose you said to step on?

I don't know if he is covered by me Li Yanran?

It doesn't take long to remember hitting you in the face once, if you have to rush up and stick your face over again, then I will fulfill you.

Li Yanran quietly handed a note to Changsun Yan, and after taking a look, Changsun Yan was also arrogant.

"Xu Ang is right, my literary talent is indeed ten times that of him, and I haven't even received the order yet, how dare he, how can he enter the copywriting?"

Changsun Yan slowly got up and looked at Xu Ang's eyes full of disdain.

"Hehe, then ask the eldest grandson to give me poems, I want to see how your literary talent is ten times better than Brother Yunming."

Gao Fu on the side is gone, and he can't understand people, right?

Does Xu Ang mean that?

I know it's a provocation to provoke you, and you're still boasting about it?

It's really better than himself.

"Listen."

"The snow is too late in spring."

"No, what about the flowers? Eldest Sun Yan, I'm afraid you don't even understand the rules of Feihua's order, do you want me to help you popularize science. ”

"That's right, we sigh for the flowers and you Yongxue, the wind and the cow and the horse are not related."

Hearing the first line of Changsun Yan's poem, everyone also spoke sarcastically again.

"Therefore, the trees in the garden are made to fly flowers."

After Changsun Yan finished speaking, he sat directly in front of his desk, closed his eyes and looked like he didn't care about himself, but secretly gave Li Yanran a thumbs up.

Brother Li is really a god, and even a layman who doesn't know anything can hear the artistic conception in this poem.

Hearing the poem, the eldest grandson Yan couldn't help but have a picture in his mind,

After the heavy snowfall, one person sat in the courtyard and looked at the snow pressing on the branches, thinking that it was a happy scene of flying flowers in the garden.

Compared with Xu Ang's comparison of beauties to peach blossoms, Li Yanran's use of snow as a metaphor for flowers is several times grander and several times more clever.

At this moment, the noisy venue was calm, and everyone was reminiscing about the artistic conception of this poem, even Shangguanyi was no exception.

Shangguan Yi closed his eyes and savored three glasses of wine in a row, but in the end, he sighed.

glanced at the person in charge of striking the gong, and the other party also nodded, and slammed the mallet with all his strength, smashing it on the gong.

“Duang。”

The gong sounded like thunder, echoing in the venue, and all the humanities looked up with blood-red eyes, looking at the eldest grandson Yan blankly.

They really couldn't imagine that such a beautiful and gorgeous, and highly artistic poem would be sung from the mouth of the eldest grandson.

Could it be that this eldest grandson Yan has been in Taoguang and obscure, just using his identity as a gentleman to cover himself. This is a shame for me.

Others were blushing, but Xu Ang's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and he sat on the ground a little dejectedly.