The eldest grandson Yan is stupid, Dad, you misunderstood.

I didn't hide it, if I had that literary talent, I would have gone out early,

Those poems were all given to me by Brother Li, and they have nothing to do with me.

"Why don't you speak?"

Eldest Sun Wuji said so much, but Eldest Sun Yan lowered his head and did not reply, which made him a little depressed.

Is he too strict with the child, otherwise how could he be stupid and not pull a few?

"Father, if you're happy, let's drink."

The eldest grandson swallowed his saliva and showed a smile that was more ugly than crying.

"Well, drink."

The eldest grandson Wuji directly took out the jade liquor, and then personally poured it for the eldest grandson Yan.

"Father, it should be the son who poured you wine, I can't stand this."

The eldest grandson is going to be scared to death, Dad, you can let me go.

The son was scared to death.

"That's right, my eldest grandson's family has a unicorn, happy for my father, happy."

The eldest grandson Wuji doesn't care, it's just a little etiquette, his own rebel son is a literary genius, nothing can compare to this.

The eldest grandson was about to cry, the greater the so-called expectation, the greater the disappointment, and he was already thinking about how to run later.

"Yan'er, I regret that my father couldn't see your majestic scenery in person, but I dare to write a poem on the spot, so that my father can also open his eyes."

The eldest grandson Wuji drank a glass of wine, and his face was already flushed.

How he wished that he could be present at the time and see his son's feat of suppressing the literati of Chang'an, but the past could not be repeated, and he could only imagine.

"Don't dare."

The eldest grandson Yan neatly rejected this unreasonable request and composed poetry?

My son is afraid that you will have a cerebral hemorrhage.

"Don't dare?"

The eldest grandson Wuji's eyes burst out, what do you mean by not daring?

How could you not dare?

"Father, composing poetry is not achieved overnight, and my son has exhausted his talent to write Yongliu, how about I slow down?"

The eldest grandson Yan is going to kneel down for the eldest grandson Wuji, dad, I really don't dare.

"There is some truth in what I said, I don't ask you to make a masterpiece like Yongliu, just come to a song, if you don't want to, my father is going crazy."

Changsun Wuji looked at Changsun Yan, why are you scared like this, isn't it just for you to compose a poem?

Isn't it for your life?

But he didn't know that in the eyes of Changsun Yan, this was a fatal move.

He has some ability, and he knows that if he really writes poetry and shows his stuffing, he will really be beaten to death by his father at that time.

"Well... All right. ”

The eldest grandson Yan was depressed, with his father's cleverness, if he blindly shirked, he would definitely be noticed by his father, so he could only come down first, and he would die later if he could die later.

"Okay, let's use this wine as the theme."

The eldest grandson Wuji's eyes were full of expectation.

"Wine?"

The eldest grandson Yan picked up the wine glass, slowly stood up, and then paced out.

The eldest grandson Wuji was stunned for a moment, and walked out with the eldest grandson Yan.

"Wine."

"Well, fine wine."

The eldest grandson Yan muttered as he walked towards the gate, looking at the eldest grandson Wuji who was following him closely, there were already tears in his eyes.

Daddy, daddy, don't you follow me, son, this is trying to run, don't you feel it?

"You're a poet?"

The eldest grandson Wuji was also stunned when he looked at his son's abnormal performance, what is this guy doing?

I don't want any good poems that have been passed down through the ages, so why can't I hold back a fart for a long time.

"Ah, the wine."

The eldest grandson Yan is depressed, I want to recite poetry, but there is no ink in my chest, where to recite poetry, how to recite poetry?

Seeing that the eldest grandson Yan had retreated to the edge of the gate, he glared at the beads of his eyes and shouted, "You fart for wine, can you do it." ”

"Father, my son remembered that Lan Kwai Fong still had something to do, so I will go first."

The eldest grandson Yan turned his head directly and was about to pull the bolt of the door, but he found a very terrifying problem.

When was this deadbolt locked,

Which one did it with a broken conscience?

"Want to run? Little bastard, you're still a little tender. ”

The eldest grandson Wuji was angry, you little bastard, it turned out that you wanted to slip away,

Fortunately, your father and I are highly skilled, and let people lock the door in advance.

Want to run?

There are no doors.

grabbed the collar of the eldest grandson goose, and the eldest grandson Wuji's anger could no longer be contained.

It was impossible to run, and the eldest grandson Yan could only shrink his neck and follow the eldest grandson Wuji towards the inner hall.

"Say, what the hell is going on?"

The door was closed, and the eldest grandson Wuji looked at the eldest grandson Yan with a dark face, he only wanted to know what his son was like now.

"Son... Son, let me make it clear, those poems were given to me by Brother Li, and I am just a mouthpiece. ”

The matter is already now, and Changsun Yan knows that he can't hide it, so he can only lower his head and tell all the ways in it.

"Someone else gave it, hehe, it's really my eldest grandson Wuji's good son."

Hearing this, Eldest Sun Wuji's face darkened even more.

Originally, he thought that his son had suddenly opened his mind and could dance and ink, but he didn't expect it to be a silver-like pewter spearhead, and everything was fake.

I am still embarrassed, my ancestral tomb is smoking, and now I know that this is green smoke, and the ancestral tomb is on fire.

"Father, you're not angry, are you?"

The eldest grandson Yan didn't dare to look at the eyes of the eldest grandson Wuji, the greater the so-called expectation, the greater the disappointment, he was really afraid that his father would be angry and die.

"No, how could my father be angry?"

As he spoke, Eldest Sun Wuji stood up and began to glance around.

"Father, what are you looking for?"

Looking at the appearance of the eldest grandson Wuji, the eldest grandson Yan instantly felt cold,

He moved his ass and prepared to run.

The eldest grandson Wuji took a wooden strip and said sadly: "Rebel, the door is locked, and you won't let me come over." ”

"Father, I'm your own son."

The eldest grandson Yan cried, this wooden strip is so thick, it must be very painful to hit the buttocks.

Daddy, are you trying to kill your son?

"It is precisely because you are a son that your father wants to teach you how to be a person."

After Changsun Wuji finished speaking, a stick hit Changsun Yan's body, and the tears of the painful Changsun Yan came out directly.

"Rebel, these things can be done, and the old face of the eldest grandson's family will be lost."

"Father, it hurts, you light."

"No, I'm going to die."

"Help, the eldest grandson Wuji is going to kill his son."

...

After the literary and poetry conference, the reputation of the Shuren teahouse was unparalleled for a while, and it seemed to have become a holy place in the hearts of the literati in Chang'an.

Li Yanran sat on the swing in Lan Kwai Fong, she didn't dare to go to the Shuren teahouse now, after all, the shadow of the famous tree, she really didn't want to be a monkey in the zoo, let those literati who heard the news visit.

The door slowly opened, and the first thing that caught my eye was a cane, and then I saw the eldest grandson Yan walking in miserably with a cane.

"What's wrong? Isn't it the peak of literary fame, and he was beaten again? ”

Looking at the eldest grandson Yan who was back in his old business, Rao is Li Yanran was also surprised, and Li Feng's eyes widened even more, not knowing what the situation was with the eldest grandson.

"Don't mention any more literary names, my father arranged a Hongmen banquet for me, and went back to let me compose poems, but if I couldn't do it, it was a beating, and I almost didn't discount my legs."

mentioned that this eldest grandson Yan was full of grievances, who did I provoke, isn't it just a poem, as for beating yourself to death?

The tiger is poisonous and does not eat its children, and his father is even more vicious than the tiger.

If I hadn't cried so much, I might have been beaten to death.

Li Yanran glanced at Changsun Yan's crutches and couldn't speak for a long time.

"Click."

The three crutches stretched out together, and Cheng Chubi and the three of them also walked in with miserable faces.

When Changsun Yan saw the appearance of the three of them, he was directly angry.