Originally, he should have sat on the Dou copywriter now, but he had to provoke Changsun Yan with a cheap mouth.

Now it's okay, people are amazing, and they directly compare their poems, and now he wants to sit down and fight copywriting, he himself is embarrassed, let alone others.

Knowing this, he would never do such a thing that benefits others and harms himself.

Hang as high as Haman.

"Okay."

"Brother Yan is mighty."

"This article should only be in heaven, how many times can I hear it in the world."

Cheng Chubi and the three of them clapped their hands one after another, complimenting the eldest grandson, but looking at Li Yanran.

If others don't know, they still don't understand.

The eldest grandson Yan is at most a literacy level, and all the masterpieces just now were provided by Li Yanran.

"Quiet."

Shangguan Yi shook his head at Changsun Yan, as the referee of this literary and poetry conference, he must act with a fair and just attitude.

Okay is good, no good is not good, Changsun Yan's spring snow can be regarded as an excellent work, even if he doesn't want to, he has to admit it.

"The eldest grandson Yan's work is excellent, but it can be used for copywriting, does anyone object?"

Hearing Shangguanyi's words, the literati also collectively lost their voices.

They didn't want to let the eldest grandson Yan enter the fighting copywriting at all, but now if they want to stop it, they can only make more amazing poems than him, they don't have that ability.

"No one objectes, eldest grandson Yan, let's sit down and fight the copywriter."

"I'm not going, I'm going to wait for my brothers to be with me."

Changsun Yan shook his head, he didn't dare to go at all, who knows what the situation is like sitting on that bucket copywriter, if he arrives, he will be challenged, without Li Yanran's support, he will really be embarrassed and thrown home.

Rather than going there to find it unhappy, it is better to stay below, and there is still Li Yanran who can take care of it.

"You.... As you see fit. ”

Shangguan Yi was depressed, since ancient times, there have been such precedents in the literary and poetry conference, some people stand out but are unwilling to go to the throne alone, and wait for their friends to win and move forward together.

But people are heroes and cherish heroes, what about you?

Waiting for your brothers?

I don't look at what kind of color is around me, so I dare to make a big deal here.

If Cheng Yanjin's sons of Lao Qiu Ba could sing good poems, I would have lived to the belly of a dog after so many years of Shangguanyi.

"Since Eldest Sun Yan is so confident in the friends around him, why don't you start with them with this Flying Flower Order, how about it?"

Xu Ang stared at the eldest grandson Yan, I have nothing to say if you are arrogant, but don't think that you are surrounded by poets and immortals.

If I can't mess with you, I'll take the people around you and see how you deal with it.

"Yes."

Shangguan Yi nodded.

"Who? I? ”

Seeing everyone's eyes converge, Cheng Chubi and the three of them were also stunned, but they didn't expect the melon-eating crowd to become the protagonists, so they couldn't help but panic.

I'm not afraid of fighting, but when I compose poetry, forget it.

Li Yanran quietly handed a note to Cheng Chubi's hand, and Cheng Chubi's whole person was immediately transparent.

It was the eldest grandson just now, and now it's my turn to be arrogant.

"It's a flower just now, right, then I'll have a spring."

Cheng Chubi stood up after speaking, put his hands in fists behind his back, took a step in all directions, and said: "The spring breeze is on the south bank of the Green River, when will the bright moon shine on me." ”

Li Yanran gave Cheng Chubi Wang Anshi's mooring boat Guazhou, a masterpiece through the ages.

Especially the last two sentences, which can be called a generation of quatrains, originally described the poet's homesickness and homesickness, but Cheng Chubi read the unique mood of the soldiers.

A picture flashed in everyone's minds, the general who was fighting outside faced a large number of enemies, charging forward alone, shouting at the moon in the sky while charging, when will the bright moon shine on me.

There was a little less weakness, a little more iron and sadness, and for a while everyone was touched by this quatrain, and they were speechless in surprise.

Xu Ang's eyes are about to pop up, what's the situation?

Why can a person like Cheng Chubi sing such a gorgeous chapter.

Compared with the poems made by Changsun Yan just now, it can be said that it is even better.

Although the two are indistinguishable, one thing is very clear, that is, he can't write such poems even in his lifetime.

Why is this the case?

Could it be that he has been studying hard for more than ten years, and he is not as good as the casual graffiti of a seemingly reckless person?

It's not just Xu Ang who thinks so, many literati are a little skeptical about life.

Why can Cheng Chubi make such poems, there are only a few readable works that he can get his hands on.

Is this what is called talent?

Shangguan Yi looked at the impassioned Cheng Chubi, and there was a little more doubt in the corners of his eyes.

This poem was written by a literati, not a martial artist, but such a poem appeared on Cheng Chubi, which revealed too much weirdness.

But it is undeniable that this poem is also a quatrain, such a wonderful upper que, I am afraid that no one can catch it if it goes down, after all, no one wants to come out and lose face.

If the gap between the top and bottom is too obvious, you can only let others know how inferior you are.

Looking at the silence around him, Cheng Chubi's eyes were full of coldness,

A group of melon peels also dare to compare with our four heavenly kings of Chang'an.

Phew.

Cheng Chubi sat down, like an old monk entering the meditation, with no joy or sadness on his face.

Li Yanran smiled slightly, and wanted my Shuren Teahouse to lose face at the Literary and Poetry Conference, so I would like to let the Shuren Tearoom be in the limelight.

I don't know what the faces of these people would look like if this bucket copywriting was full of people in the treeman tea room.

Others don't know, anyway, Xu Ang's face is definitely not good-looking.

After all, he was planning to avenge the last arrow, and now if he was taken the top spot by the Tree Man Teahouse.

Li Yanran was about to pray that Xu Ang had no heart disease, otherwise, I was afraid that she would be so angry that she would die and return to the underworld.

"This..."

Shangguan Yi on the side made a difficulty, he presided over the Wenhui not once or twice, and such a scene had never been encountered.

In the past, although there were also gentlemen who bought good hands to help them compose poems at a high price, but that was only good, and in the face of attacks from other literati, they would soon be defeated.

But now there is an eldest grandson Yan in front of him, and now there is a Cheng Chubi, the poems of these two people are all impeccable, and they can't be suppressed if they want to, even he doesn't know how to proceed.

Li Yanran quietly kicked Changsun Yan's ass and gave him a look.

"If no one can take it, shouldn't I be sentenced to be a copywriter." The eldest grandson Yan is also a human spirit, and immediately said to Shangguan Yi, who was the leader.

“Duang。”

The huge gong sounded again, and Shangguan Yi also said helplessly: "Cheng Chubi's work is excellent, but on the fight copy, does anyone object?" ”

The group shook their heads as if they had eaten flies.

"I also have to wait for my brothers to come together, so I won't go up first."

Cheng Chubi laughed for a while, signaling that he would also wait below.

Yu Chihuan stared at Li Yanran deadly, and the meaning was self-evident.

I also want to write poetry, and I also want to be in the limelight, after all, I can do anything, and I can too.

Li Yanran immediately understood what Yu Chihuan meant, and wanted to be in the limelight, isn't it simple?

A note was handed to Yu Chihuan's hand, and he took a sneaky look at it and immediately stood up.

"What, Wei Chihuan, don't say you also have to write poetry."

Xu Ang only felt that he was numb, and it didn't matter if Changsun Yan and Cheng Chubi jumped out, why did you even have to compose poems like you, a famous stunned person?

He would rather believe that the sow goes up the tree than that the other party can compose poetry.

Yu Chihuan smiled slightly, and asked Shangguan Yi in the middle platform, "Can I continue Cheng Chubi's down?" ”

Shangguan Yi nodded, no one dared to take Cheng Chubi's poem anymore, and most people started from scratch, but if Wei Chihuan wanted to take it, he could naturally do it.

"Then I'll start, listen."

"The snow returns to the green mound in three springs, and the Yellow River surrounds Montenegro."

"Sss

Although Wei Chihuan's poem is not as amazing as Cheng Chubi's, it also writes about the desolation of the soldiers, which can be regarded as a good work.

It's just a little less coquettish, but just like that, it's a little difficult for the person in front of you to suppress it.

"I'm not playing anymore."