Three people are seated.

A maid named Chunlan poured them a cup of tea.

Li Chen'an looked at the small but very elegant water pavilion at this time, and sniffed the smell of sandalwood...... The taste is fresh and elegant, with a natural aroma.

Obviously, there are not many technologies that have been mixed with it in later generations.

The furniture in the water pavilion should also be from the hands of famous craftsmen, whether it is the selection of materials or the carving techniques are perfect.

For example, the coffee table in front of me and the supporting chairs are all made of precious rosewood.

If this had been placed in a previous life, it would have been a great treasure.

"April time...... Hua Manting came to the old man to stay here for two days. ”

"In those two days, the old man composed a song for your song "Butterfly Loves Flowers", and the rest of the time, except for a few games, the old man talked about you a lot. ”

"You probably don't know the pride of the old man, there are only a handful of people in the world who can win his praise. ”

"So the old man is also interested in you, so he also sent someone to find out......"

The merchant picked up the teacup and gestured, "Drink tea, taste the taste of this Mao Feng." ”

He took a sip, put down the teacup and said: "The result after understanding is somewhat unexpected by the old man, the Li family in Guangling is indeed rich and talented, otherwise there will be no such legendary story as a seven-jinshi father and son and three tanhua." ”

"But you...... Were you really kicked out of the house by your father, Li Wenhan?"

Li Chenan smiled and nodded, "It's a shame to say that the junior was indeed kicked out of the house." ”

The merchant didn't care, he pondered for a moment and said, "I thought that Old Man Hua would come again before going to Kyoto, and I thought that he would come again, so I just asked him what the reason was for this, but he just left." ”

"Now I'm not curious about your past, because people always change. ”

"You're here today, the old man has a reluctant request, I don't know if Li Gongzi is willing?"

"Elder Shang, please speak, as long as the younger generation can do it, he will definitely go all out. ”

"Okay, Li Gongzi is a cheerful person. ”

After saying this, Shang Di turned his head to look at Qiu Ju who was waiting on the side, "Take the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone!"

"Take the best rice paper, and the best rosin ink, and use that square inkstone, and that purple hair. ”

"The slave obeys. ”

Qiu Ju turned around and walked towards a cabinet against the wall, her heart was even more strange, because there were many treasures in the Peach Blossom Island Study, but the Fang Yi Yan and the Zihao were the favorite things of the head of the family.

Even the head of the family was reluctant to take them before, but now he wants to take out these two treasures...... What does this mean?

At this time, the businessmen looked at Li Chenan again, "Since you can get the approval of the court, I will ask you to compose a poem for the old man after a while, the old man does not propose a proposition, you do it at will, this is the old man's reluctant invitation, how about it?"

From the time Li Chen'an and them came in until now, Shang Di has not asked them about their intentions.

At this moment, it was he who made such a request to Li Chen'an, which in Wu Xichen's opinion was that the old thing Shang Di deliberately gave Li Chen'an a problem-

Although he is a martial arts master, he also understands how difficult it is to make a good song.

Su Muxin was faintly worried in his heart, he also looked at Li Chen'an, thinking that this guy once casually made a song "Green Apricot" in the Yanyu Pavilion, and then made a song "Will Enter the Wine" after drinking in the Intoxicating Pavilion of the Qianmo Academy.

He once said that poetry is simpler than anything else, and he always thought he was bragging, so at this moment, the businessman suddenly made such a request, and it was up to him to see if he could make another amazing poem.

Li Chenan was still smiling, his eyes met the businessmen, of course he understood that this was the businessmen testing him, in order to prove whether what Hua Manting said was false.

also to prove whether Li Chenan is qualified to sit here and talk to him.

"I used to talk to Brother Hua about poetry, and it's really simple. ”

When this sentence came out, Shang Di's eyebrows frowned slightly.

"Now that I'm here with the merchants, I've heard for a long time that the merchants are famous composers, but I don't want to write lyrics. ”

Shang Di's eyebrows raised slightly, and the long eyebrows trembled, "Then what are you going to write?"

"I am also going to compose a song, but it is not a piece composed by you, but a subject suitable for singing, which I call a loose song, or a poem. ”

These days, Li Chenan has a certain understanding of the culture of this world.

There is no Yuan Dynasty in this world, so Yuan Song has not yet been born on the basis of poetry.

At this time, I just copied a poem to try the identification ability of this businessman.

Shang Di was taken aback and asked, "Sanqu...... What kind of genre is this?"

"It is a new kind of metrical poetry, and the similarity with words is that words have word cards, and songs have song cards. ”

"It also has a certain rhythmic form, but it is more flexible than poetry, less constrained by poetic form, and more conducive to singing in the form of expression, so I think it is more accurate to use the word poetry to define it. ”

Li Chen'an's words shocked Shang Di very much.

Because if what Li Chenan said is true, he will really be able to write a good poem...... He will create a whole new genre!

That's quite an achievement!

If that poetry is really more suitable for singing, then he Li Chen'an is the ancestor of the founding school of poetry, and his name will shock the world!

Li Chenan really didn't think about it that much.

He just felt that since this old man was a composer, his ability to comprehend this poetry should be better than that of others.

He didn't expect that his words would have a great shock to Shang Di.

At the same time, Su Muxin was shocked.

He certainly understood what the emergence of this new genre meant.

Is this to witness the birth of a generation of everyone?

Then it's not a loss to call him a little uncle!

But in the end, it depends on the poetry he writes.

Even Qiu Ju, who was grinding ink on the side, was full of expectations, but Wu Xichen looked confused.

This stupid apprentice is making things more difficult for himself!

You just make a perfunctory poem, isn't it over the old man Shang?

Now that he has said this, there is no chance of redemption.

What a fool!

Qiu Ju put a tool in front of Li Chen'an, and Shang Di stretched out his hand: "Li Gongzi, please!"

Li Chen'an picked up the pen, dipped it in ink, and put the pen on this piece of rice paper:

"Tianjingsha"

The tip of the pen swept away the clouds, and the song woke up Fangchun.

Flower tan arrangement sake bottle.

Begonia wind letter, Ming Dynasty Mo on the dust.

One from the pommel horse west to east, a few times the pillow hazy,

Although Bo Xing came to the dream. ”

This word is ugly!

So much so that Shang Di frowned at first.

However, as Li Chen'an's pen walked, his eyes gradually widened, and even his breath was holding his breath.

"It's like no dream, and it's a real meeting at that time.

Who loves to listen to the piano through the window?

The person who leans on the curtain is a bosom friend, in a word, at that time to the present.

This time, it is very much, and the reward is phoenix pillow.

Warbler Yan Yan Chunchun, flowers and willows are true,

Everything is charming,

Delicate and delicate, stop and be everyone. ”

Li Chenan put down the pen.

There is no sound here!