I am the cook, but I am Li Er's son-in-law

For the other songs, they also looked like they were swearing.

Man Jianghong scolded them as flies, Nian Nujiao scolded them, don't think you are amazing, no matter what, you are just a drop of water in the red dust of history.

Ding Fengbo seems to be saying, whatever you want to make a fuss about, it won't affect Lao Tzu at all anyway.

The last three graceful ones don't seem like scolding.

嗏

From their point of view, no matter how you look at it, it is full of strong irony.

Come on, make trouble, but I'm like what Ding Fengbo said, I don't care at all, even... talking about love with a few ladies is more important than anything else.

In short, it's just a random punch.

"Duke Zhengyang really wrote these poems for Yajian?" Someone asked tentatively in disbelief.

It is more convincing to say that it is a curse, and to write it on purpose than to write these poems for a few private rooms.

"Can there be fakes?" The man rolled his eyes, and nodded the table, "Mr. Zhengyang has invited Mr. Xinben to write, and left six ink treasures."

Mr. Xinben is Ouyang Xun, No.1 in regular script of the Tang Dynasty.

These six poems were really written for Yajian.

A few people felt a little lost.

"Duke Zhengyang's literary talent, I'm afraid it will be difficult for us to catch up in this lifetime." A person sighed, he still had some difficulty accepting this fact.

The man paused for a moment, thinking that he shouldn't say it, but after thinking about it, he should be more realistic: "I also remembered that these six poems... were written by Zhengyang Gong in one afternoon."

an afternoon!
This blow was even greater, and they were all dizzy and lost their minds.

If Mr. Zhengyang did it for what happened some time ago, he would still accept it. After all, he writes out of feelings and can always write unexpected things.

After all, they have experienced it themselves.

Articles are born by nature, and you can get them by chance, so... Although they still can't write articles of this level after they exploded, at least they have some comfort in their hearts.

The results are good.

Mr. Zhengyang didn't mean to curse anyone, and it took an afternoon to even make it.

The casual behavior is obvious.

The magazine has been printed and circulated a lot, and this time it was rumored that Zhengyang Gong's poems were sold, and the sales were even more popular. Fortunately, paper is not a rare thing now, otherwise there would be a pile of "Chang'an paper is expensive" Things come out.

There was a lot of noise in the Tongfu restaurant.

Especially the group of people who like to write poems and lyrics the most, they are so quarrelsome.

"If you want me to say, it's best to just set the storm, the rhyme rhymes, and the weather is just like it." A person was holding the Ding Fengbo that he had copied by himself, his face flushed.

"If you want me to say, it's the best time to break." A person shook his head, read two of the lines, and said with emotion: "The wind is graceful, and this one song has brought a whole spring to life."

They are noisy.

One person slammed the table: "It's best to say that I am Man Jianghong."

Many people cast a surprised look.

For the essay alone, the song Man Jianghong is the worst among the six. They say that the other ones are the best, and they still have arguments, but this one is the best...

"Misread the wrong word?" A person asked hesitantly.

Some people pretended to be serious and said with a smile: "I know a good doctor who can best cure eye diseases and heart diseases. Shall I introduce you?"

The man rolled his eyes, ignored the group of people who were making fun of him, and asked: "It's good to rhyme with the rhyme when you write poems?"

Someone shook his head.

Of course not, if it is good to rhyme together, then everyone can choose the 28 characters that rhyme best, and it will be the best seven-character quatrain in the world.

"Which poems belong to, is it better to quote from the scriptures?" He asked again.

The men shook their heads again.

Of course not, they often scold and chew their book bags, saying that when it comes to writing poetry, they can only quote scriptures and write out twisted verses.

"Since ancient times, what are the famous articles that have been handed down?" He asked, and clicked on several famous articles one after another.

Ruan Ji's chanting, Pan Yue's mourning poems, Tao Yuanming's drinking, returning to the countryside.

"Poetry, of course, is the most important thing." After a short silence, the man chuckled and said, "I don't know if you have any objections."

The others hesitated and shook their heads.

"Man Jianghong's literary talent is not as good as the other five, but it's not a vulgar work. It's just that it's not exquisite enough. Not to mention the artistic conception, it's excellent. You should have no objection?" He asked Lang Lang with confidence in his chest.

agree!

They naturally agree with this statement.

"Since the literary talent is qualified, it is natural to see the artistic conception." He laughed, holding up Man Jianghong, which he copied, "In terms of artistic conception, who can compare to this one."

"There are so many things that are always in a hurry, the world is turning, time is pressing, 1 years is too long, just seize the day and night."

After reading this sentence, he glanced around at his tablemates.

Obviously... was speechless by his argument.

After a short silence.

Someone refused to give up: "I think you should ask Lord Zhengyang about this matter. After all, these poems were written by Lord Zhengyang, and Lord Zhengyang has the most say."

Others followed suit.

The one who was holding Jiang Hong bravely walked up to Yin Xuan who was assisting Li Hui in studying, and asked, "Mr. Zhengyang, may I ask which of these six poems is the best for you?"

Li Hui blinked and blinked, and said: "I think juvenile swim is the best."

She doesn't play mahjong on weekdays, or when Li Yuan thinks she wins too much, he will send her to Yin Xuan to learn from Yin Xuan, so that she can learn from her sisters.

In fact... Li Yuan just disliked himself for losing too much.

The scholar was not surprised by Li Hui's choice. Young people naturally like graceful and youthful poems.

"Man Jianghong." Yin Xuan didn't hesitate, raised his head with a half-smile, and threw out such an answer lightly.

In terms of essay talent, Man Jianghong is certainly not as good as the other five.

Likeability is subjective.

His subjectivity led him to give an eccentric answer.

Satisfied, the scholar went back with the paper in his hand, and uttered the answer Yin Xuan gave him, causing the table to heave and sigh, and ordered a pot of burning knives, ready to study poetry while drunk.

Tongfu Society confirmed that these poems were written by Yin Xuan for Yajian.

But... there will always be some weird people who can interpret some weird things from various angles.

It's like being in court.

Li Shimin's stomach was uncomfortable, and he farted suddenly, and they all wondered if this fart was a meaningful fart.

Yes... Do you think that what the last person said was fart?
Smart people are thinking about what kind of medicinal materials to nourish the stomach and intestines that should be tributed to His Majesty.

But... this kind of conspiracy theory angle is very popular, at least... most of the readers who don't come to Tongfu Restaurant often believe it.

Changsun Wuji also believed it.