This is the best era, for Han Yanyan, it is tantamount to this, his memory after a night of purge, has known that this era is not Tang Dynasty, since the rebellion of the eight kings of the Sima family, the sky descended fierce men, Kuang support justice.

The Western Jin Dynasty evaporated in an instant, and the Great Zhou Dynasty was established.

The Great Zhou Dynasty was established for more than 300 years, and was replaced by the Great Sui, which was in a hurry, leaving behind a series of systems such as the imperial examination system that were handed down to future generations, and immediately anxiously compared with the Qin Dynasty and talked about enjoying the country for a long time.

The Great Sui was extinguished, which should have been the Tang Dynasty.

As a result, accidents occurred frequently, when Li Shimin seized the throne, he was struck by lightning, and then died without knowing it, the Tang Dynasty was in civil strife, and it should have been reunited under the rebellion of Gaozu, but Gaozu lost three sons in a row, and he was vomited blood and did not wake up.

The ministry will be in turmoil, and the family will be surging.

On this occasion, the Taizu of this dynasty stepped forward, he was the orphan left in the world by Fusu, the eldest son of Qin Shi Huang, and took a little old Qin people again, raised a stick, and reunited the world, the country name "Great Xia"!

Now, it has been nine generations, generations of Ming monarchs, enjoying the country for one hundred and fifty or sixty years, and now it is the tenth emperor in the court, compared with the previous emperor, no longer the past bright, mediocre and incompetent, lustful, and even demonic.

Han Yanyan sat in the center of the Lotus Terrace, already having a comprehensive understanding of this world.

Now there is no Li Bai, no Du Fu, no Cui Hu, let alone Su Xin of the Two Song Dynasty.

The more he thought about it, the more he wanted to laugh.

The unsatisfactory in the previous life, how can he re-experience it in this life, at the moment under the eyes of everyone, the red light is full of joy, and the pen is gone.

"Han Gongzi, so confident?"

"Could it be that Han is strictly prepared?"

"He cheated early?"

These individuals, where can they see the good of others on weekdays?

In addition, Han Yanyan's previous identity and deeds are not a secret, and he can inquire about it with a little inquiry, if he can write any famous sentences through the ages, wouldn't everyone have known it a long time ago?

"Alright, everyone, take a look!"

Han Yan smiled very charmingly, at this time he was possessed by a poet immortal, he could easily get any poems, there would be no mistakes, and it was very shameful to be a copyist.

But what, there are no people in this world, whether they wrote it themselves or did it work by others, does it matter?

Isn't it important, I'm afraid?

"What? It's just time for a cup of tea!"

Li Shuhua gasped.

It takes him three hours to write poetry at the fastest in his life, not to mention how easy it is to write poetry in front of everyone's eyes?

The faces of those men turned purple.

They compose poems, compose a high-level, high-quality poem, and it takes an hour to start, and that Han Yan is an ordinary scholar!

It took a cup of tea to write, and he smiled with great confidence.

What the hell is going on?

Could it be that he had already typed the draft?

So, with such a question, they clustered on the paper one by one, only to see the words, flowing water, and the pen like a cloud of smoke.

That wind is strong and powerful, like a dragon dotting water.

Non-immersion in this way for more than ten years can not have such skills, but also need talent, no talent immersion is only barely a small success, this calligraphy alone, let these people be convinced.

Even if the poem is watery, with the backdrop of this good word, it will be improved by several grades.

However, when they savored this poem, the faces of several people who were not at odds with Han Yan turned pale, Nima's poem can be written by a person?

The maid sent by Liu Shuyi and others was also under the watchful eyes of everyone, squeezed into a little head, and recited the poems on the paper with that hollow sound.

I only listened to Huang Li's story, only sighed that the words were ingenious, the peach blossoms were blooming, and the world was infatuated.

"Last year, in this door today, the peach blossoms on the human face were red.

The face of the person does not know where to go, and the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze. ”

As soon as this poem was recited, Gongsun Long's face was as low as water!

Although he is not a scholar, it does not mean that he is the same as Chen Dashao. He also reads poetry books on weekdays, and he is also familiar with the poetry rhythm.

As soon as this poem came out, he already understood that he had lost tonight's gamble.

Those young ladies, after listening to this poem, their eyes were about to fall off, and a pair of bright eyes like the wind were not willing to deviate from Chen Yan's handsome appearance for a moment.

This scene is in the eyes of Li Shuhua and others, how can it be as expected?

At that moment, someone immediately shouted unfairly: "Okay, you Han Yanyan, you cheated early, and you can write such exquisite poems in the time of a cup of tea?"

"You're just a little scholar, how could you write such a wonderful poem?"

Boy!

That Wang Juren, Zhang Juren and others, who are also open-minded people on weekdays, but today somehow, a wave of anger rushed to their heads, and they also followed this group of people to coax blindly.

"I, Wang Ping, am also a lifter, and there are thirty or forty poems in my life, but every time I write one, it takes a long time to write it.

Wang Ping's face was solemn, and what he said was indeed a fact.

Writing poetry is a very tedious thing, and not everyone is like Li Bai in one go, after all, people are poets, and they are just mediocre people.

Otherwise, it won't be stumped on the exam, and it will stay at the stage of lifting people.

Not to mention that he will lick the second young master of the Gongsun family for the sake of a little opportunity to be released, he has no literati style at all, he is really cheap!

Han Yanyan was contemptuous of Wang Ping in his heart, but he already had a smile on his face.

Life in the world is all acting and disguise.

If you don't get in my way, I will naturally save you some face, if you are bored and looking for trouble, then don't blame me for making you embarrassed!

"Han Yanyan, what are you laughing at? Are you embarrassed to cheat in front of all the scholars in such a grand manner?"

Step by step.

Han Yanyan just smiled and shook his head.

"Why? These shameless people have learned to giggle? Do you think you can escape the eyes of us people by smirking?"

"Han Yanyan, we don't accept it!"

"Han Yanyan, you shameless scholar, you don't want to swagger in front of us, that poem was not written by you!"

......

The attitude of these people made Han Yan laugh even more.

It seems that since ancient times, only those who have the ability will not pay attention to the doubts of others, and those who have no ability will talk to that group of people.

The crows in the world are all black, you yourself are also black, there is nothing white and not white, the more you want to explain, in fact, it is just more and more black.

He knew, so he waited for this group of people to vent their dissatisfaction!

"Since you don't believe it, then Han Mou will casually chant a few poems, if you still don't believe it, then Han Mou will have nothing to say! Because you can never wake up a person who pretends to be asleep!"

Han Yan glanced at them, and then his mouth was like a Gatling gun, and all the famous poems about spring under the blessing of his poetic immortal ability turned in his mind, and he said five poems in one breath.

The eyes of this group of people were about to fall to the ground.