Datang: Son-in-law, I beg you to come out of the mountain

"Let me tell you, the poems you wrote are so sour that the dirt will fall off." Yang Zhuo opened his folding fan and said, shaking it.

He couldn't get used to these people the most, they didn't have much talent, but their arrogance was quite high.

Yang Zhuo is highly educated, and he usually recites great poets of all ages. The poets in this poetry club are all names that he has never heard before. Thinking about it, although he is a bit famous at this time, but in the long history , nothing.

"What are you talking about! You...you...you bastard!" Sao Ke blushed angrily and had a thick neck.

Li Shimin was very surprised. This poetry society is very famous in Chang'an City, and their poems are also very talented in his opinion.

However, Yang Zhuo actually said that theirs is a piece of dirt!
Li Shimin has seen Yang Zhuo's strategies and strategies, and also seen Yang Zhuo's inventive talent, but he has never seen Yang Zhuo's poetry and prose, so I think he can experience it today!
After other poets heard about it, they stopped writing poems one after another and came out to inquire about the situation.

When I heard that the poems they worked so hard to compose were dismissed as worthless by Yang Zhuo, they were immediately furious!
They summoned all the poets and surrounded Yang Zhuo, Li Shimin and the others.

Lu Yun, who was secretly protecting Li Shimin by the side, saw that the atmosphere was a little stiff, and silently put his hand on the hilt of his sword.

At this time, a woman in red with a clear face and sexy clothes came out of the poetry club.

"This son, Wen Ji, the flower queen of Fengyuelou, is the owner of this poetry club. Wen Ji heard just now that you said that the poetry soil of our poetry club is dregs."

This woman, named Wen Ji, is the oiran of Fengyuelou this year. Because she likes poetry, she specially organizes a poetry club.

These literati and poets admired Wen Ji's beauty, but couldn't afford the money to redeem Wen Ji, so they approached Wen Ji in the name of writing poetry.

At this moment, being belittled by Yang Zhuo, I feel that I have lost face in front of Wen Ji, so I am very annoyed!
"It's really not that good." Yang Zhuo said confidently and calmly, fanning his folding fan.

When Yang Zhuo traveled to Datang, he had long wanted to see the true nature of the Chu Pavilion in the brothel of the Tang Dynasty, but because he was usually lazy and reluctant to leave Yangjiazhuang, and because Xiaoman had outstanding looks and was very eye-catching, he never came here.

Today, the oiran of Fengyuelou delivered it to her door by herself.

It’s just...

great!
Yang Zhuo looked at Wen Ji's gaze, gradually becoming a little... intriguing.

"Dare to ask your lord's name?" Wen Ji said.

"Yang Zhuo."

"Dare to ask the name?" Wen Ji said.

Character?
Yang Zhuo is a modern person, only has a name, no separate words and numbers!Forget it, make a nonsense.

"The word... Cheng, the name... Bury the owner of Love Valley."

"Buried the owner of Love Valley? What an elegant name!" Wen Ji praised.

When the poets saw that Wen Ji and Hua Kui praised Yang Zhuo, they immediately became jealous.

"Since you say our poems are not very good, do you dare to compete with us!"

"Just let the horse come over, you don't need to fight one-on-one, let's go together." Yang Zhuo smiled confidently, waiting for your words.

He, Yang Zhuo, has memorized China for 5000 years, and has excellent poetry and prose. Compared with me, you are all younger brothers.

"Insanity!"

"How arrogant!"

"That's right, I hope you can still be so arrogant later!"

Looking at Yang Zhuo's extraordinary appearance, and listening to Yang Zhuo's confident words, Wen Ji admired him a little.

"In that case, today, we will draw lots according to the lottery model. I will draw lots. If I get a lottery, I will write a poem based on the lottery. The winner will be determined in three rounds, how about it?" Wen Ji laughed.

"Okay!" Sao Ke said.

"Just do what the girl said." Yang Zhuo said.

Listening to this game mode, Li Shimin secretly sighed, this is really difficult, no one knows what lottery will be drawn, let alone what will be written on the lottery!
However, looking at Yang Zhuo's confident face, could it be that he also has god-like attainments in poetry?

"Miss Wenji, let's start!"

Several poets despised Yang Zhuo, literati and poets have a good face, but Yang Zhuo just lost face, now they can't wait, want to compare Yang Zhuo with poetry.

snort!boy!Just wait and see, we'll make sure you lose without any pants left!
"Okay, everyone, I'll start drawing lots." After Wen Ji finished speaking, she smiled and took out a lottery from the handmaiden beside her.

Wen Ji looked at the sign above and couldn't help frowning. This is a relatively general concept.

"Open-minded."

Wen Ji read the words on the signature.

"When you write a poem, you must embody the theme of open-mindedness." Wen Ji said.

When everyone heard it, they all felt that this word was too difficult!

Standing by the side, Li Shimin also felt that it was really difficult to improvise an open-minded poem!

When the poets heard this, they frowned slightly. This word was a bit difficult, after a few people exchanged it.

"Yes!" The lead poet shouted confidently.

Wen Ji looked at the leader of the poets, and nodded slightly, yes, she is indeed a poet from our agency!Evans is quick!

"Everyone has a mound in their hearts, and they can't be idle in farming. Only by sowing the seeds of contentment, the harvest of happiness is the most valuable."

The poet shook his head, finished reciting the poem, turned his head to Wen Ji, and looked away.

"The artistic conception of this poem is open-minded, the poetry is fluent, and the meaning is easy to understand. It is really quick to write this poem in such a short period of time!"

The three of Li Shimin stretched out their hands to stroke their beards, savoring them carefully.

Although the language is a bit bland, the implication is profound, and the realm is open-minded, not bad!
Yang Zhuo, you have to work hard!People have already won a layer in terms of time!

"Master Yang Zhuo, it's your turn." Wen Ji looked at Yang Zhuo and said.

But in his heart, Yang Zhuo had already been sentenced to lose. After all, there are really not many people who can write as quickly as that poet just now.

"Clap!"

With a shake of Yang Zhuo's hand, the folding fan opened instantly. While shaking the folding fan, he chanted poems with his hands behind his back.

"Peach Blossom Temple in Taohuawu, Peach Blossom Fairy in Peach Blossom Temple. The Peach Blossom Fairy planted peach trees, and broke the flower branches to exchange for wine money. When drunk, he only sits in front of the flowers, and when he is drunk, he comes to sleep with flowers... Others laugh at me too crazy, I laugh Others can't see through it. You can't see the tombs of heroes in the five tombs, and there are no flowers and no wine to hoe the fields."

After Yang Zhuoyang memorized the entire poem, everyone stood there in shock!

This poem is as open-minded as it needs to be. The poem is beautiful, the artistic conception is profound, and the sentences are ups and downs!

God made it!
Wen Ji: This poem, this young master... could it be that he is a banished immortal?

Sao Ke: Where is the hole?I want to get in!
Li Shimin: As expected of my son-in-law!He dares to be the second, no one dares to be the first!

No wonder, the son-in-law is unwilling to become an official in the court, it turns out that he has already seen through everything!
"Master Yang Zhuo won this round." Wen Ji's eyes were teary.

Although Sao Ke is very aggrieved, but there is really no way, who makes them inferior to others!

"Now, Wen Ji draws the second round of lots." Wen Ji began to draw lots again.

"Love." Wen Ji smiled, "The second round will be simpler. Everyone will write a poem with love as the theme."