"Okay, Chen Dong, don't pretend to be stupid in front of Miss Shuyi!"

Gongsun Long's face was not divided, he was bound to win Liu Shuyi! And tonight, he would be able to get Chen Dong out of the road of pursuing Shuyi.

Not to mention how eager he is!

"Gongsun Long!"

Chen Dong's forehead was bruised, as we all know, the eldest young master of the Chen family has a very explosive temper, and he likes to fight, and he is addicted to martial arts and boxing and can't extricate himself.

Whoever annoys him will probably be beaten half to death by him!

"Don't grind and chirp! Come on! Han's time is precious!" Han Yan dug his nostrils, and then popped out a touch of brown substance.

Impartially, it just happened to bounce on Gongsun Long's clothes.

Makes him tremble with anger!

This scholar is so rampant!

The women were stunned, they were very surprised that this Han Yan was obviously a beautiful man with good looks, why did he do such an unsightly thing in public?

Could it be that under his handsome face, he can't hide a wild heart?

Xiao Cui was also smiling stupidly beside him, and she didn't know what was going on, just after Han Yanyan showed her so-called heart in An Ning, there was a trace of indescribable emotion in her eyes when she looked at Han Yanyan.

It seems to be love, and it seems to be infatuated.

"Come as you wish!"

Gongsun Long was so angry that he took out a knife from his side, cut off the clothes that had been stained there, and still left it aside.

Then the three talents appeared.

"Raise Wang Pyeong in Lower Jeju Mansion!"

"Under ......"

"Okay! Don't report yourself! In the eyes of someone Han, you are all waste, there is no need to let Han know the name of the others, for fear of polluting someone's ears!"

Han Yanyan laughed loudly, not caring at all about their identities or their monstrous power.

In his previous life, he was only promised, but in this life, he no longer wants to endure it.

Since An Ning would not hurt him anymore, and Xiao Cui did not react violently, why didn't he keep a high profile?

If you don't live happily enough, what's the point of living?

"You, what a haughty boy, you ......"

"I'm sorry, Han said something wrong!"

Han Yan smiled coldly, his face did not change, and he didn't mean to be wrong at all, "I shouldn't say that the three of you are waste, they are straw bales! I should say that all the scholars present are straw bales! In the eyes of someone Han, they are all vulnerable rice buckets!"

"Han Yanyan!

"Han Yanyan, you just have to be shy! What real talent do you have?"

"A little scholar, how dare you be so presumptuous in front of us?"

"Scholar, you're playing with fire again!"

......

The scolding and scolding appearance made Han Yanyan enjoy the process very much.

People don't take young people lightly!

The more you scold me, the happier I become, and I'm mad at you!

Thinking of this, he laughed, then stood there, laughing and reciting a poem: "The immortals and Buddhas have not yet succeeded, and they only know that the night is uneven."

The wind canopy is full of sad songs, and the mud is stained with a thin name.

Nine out of ten people are white-eyed, and they are scholars.

Mo is sad because of the poems, and the spring birds and autumn insects make their own sounds. ”

"How daring!"

Wang Juren's face darkened, this Han Yanyan's poetry was unheard of, and when he heard it, he knew that he was improvized, and he came to insult them as useless scholars!

The others also turned red and angry.

But if you look closely, this poem is indeed very well written, there are no abusive words, but it has achieved the same effect, which must be described as wonderful!

Liu Shuyi listened to the poem, first surprised, then thought about it carefully, and after scrutinizing it, her pretty face couldn't help but blush, but she felt that Han Yan was very interesting.

Xiao Cui flashed with excitement, as if she was venting her excited heart,

Chen Dong's eyes widened, and he couldn't believe that his scholar had casually composed a poem that made the scholars present speechless, which really startled him.

Not to mention the likes of Gongsun Long and Li Shuhua, they were all dumbfounded.

"Shuyi, I think this Han Gongzi is not bad!"

"It's a pity that the status is a little lower, otherwise he would really be a good son-in-law!"

The woman standing next to Liu Shuyi is not simple, one is the youngest daughter of the general judgment family, and the other is the daughter of the famous local cloth merchant Hu Fu's family.

These three women stood together, like fairies in the moon, descending to the mortal world together.

Beauty is beautiful, but there is a little bit of a bad thing, everyone is very arrogant, and they don't look down on ordinary people at all.

Now he treats the showy Han Yan differently, if he knows, maybe he can take it out and blow it for a year and a half.

But his status is really low.

The child is not full, a Confucian child.

Unless you are really talented and make a poem that has been sung through the ages, it is difficult to marry a beautiful lady with your current identity.

"Hurry up! Han is very impatient to wait! Or is this the only level you have?"

Han Yan was confident, and seemed to have expected that this group of people would be surprised by him, so he spit out these seemingly insipid words without slowness, which actually set off a thousand waves in their hearts.

"Han Yanyan, today is the Spring Festival! You write a poem with the theme of spring, if it is good, we will be convinced!" Wang Juren seems rude, but in fact he is extremely vicious.

This Han Yan wrote a poem, and they just boycotted it directly?

When the time comes, they write another one, and everyone says okay, what can you do about it?

As the saying goes, if you say you can, you can do it, if you can't do it, if you can't do it, you can't do it, and if you can't do it, you can't do it!

"Really, then Han is welcome!"

Han Yanyan was overjoyed in his heart.

Doesn't this save the link of fighting poems? Doesn't it let him dominate everyone alone?

At that moment, he directly used up the opportunity to use the possession of the poet immortal, and then put the four treasures of the study on the side, using his calligraphy skills at the level of a calligrapher.

In my mind, I am constantly searching for what is written with the famous sentences of spring, and for a while, the role of the poet is vividly played.

The expression is solemn, sometimes soothing, as if the person and the pen are one, forgetting each other in external objects.

When is the most handsome time for a boy?

Of course, it's time for serious work.

At that moment, his eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, the tip of his pen was like a swimming dragon, accompanied by the glow of the bright moon, his skin was as white as snow, and the bridge of his nose was as high as a ruler.

"Pretend!" Where was Li Shuhua willing to be insulted by Han Yanyan? Zidang and the people around him were slandering Han Yanyan, who was seriously creating at this time.

"Hahaha!"

Everyone looked smiling, as if they were waiting to see what kind of poetry Han Yanyan could make.

What's more, pointing fingers at him, his face was extremely ruddy, as if he was waiting for Han Yanyan's joke to come out.

Gongsun Long and Chen Dong sat at the table at this time, the two looked at each other, and a pair of fists with green muscles were slowly loosening at this time.

Xiao Cui stood aside, constantly adding tea for the two of them, and Na Meimu kept circling around Han Yanyan, and for a while, she didn't even know that the water was full, and she was really in it.