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

When the poets heard a poem composed on the theme of love, they immediately swept away their depressed mood and became complacent.

These people hang around the fireworks place all day long, talking about love with women!

Therefore, I am very good at writing poems related to Fengyue.

That boy Yang Zhuo was lucky just now, now, you just wait to be crushed by us collectively!

But, who knows, they haven't figured out a clue yet, but Yang Zhuo already has one...

"Miss Wen Ji, I'll come first this time." Yang Zhuo smiled at Wen Ji and said.

Wen Ji and Yang Zhuo looked at each other, smiled affectionately and said, "Please, my lord."

Xiaoman who was standing behind Yang Zhuo felt a little jealous when he saw that the two were flirting with each other. That woman not only dressed coquettishly, but also had such coquettish eyes!
"In the past, the sea was too difficult to be water, except Wushan is not a cloud. Take the time to look back at Hua Cong, half destined for Taoism and half destined for king."

This is a famous poem "Five Poems and Four of Lisi" by Yuan Zhen, a scumbag in the Tang Dynasty. Although Yuan Zhen is a scumbag, this mourning poem is very brilliantly written, full of lingering sentimentality and firm affection.

After hearing this, Wen Ji was so moved that she was about to shed tears.

"Young Master Yang Zhuo, this is really a beautiful poem. Wen Ji has never heard such a love poem with such deep emotion."

Li Shimin listened to Yang Zhuo's poem, and he, a big man, was also moved. He was sure that this poem would definitely be passed down through the ages!
God!

My son-in-law is too powerful!
Such a beautiful and moving poem, just open your mouth!

simply……

Immortal!
Poets: There's a hole here, we feel like we're going in...

"If you want to listen, I can play a few more songs for you."

Yang Zhuo laughed.

"You were born before I was born, I was old when I was born..."

"Jinse has fifty strings for no reason, one string and one column to think of Huanian..."

"Ten years of life and death are boundless, without thinking, I will never forget..."

"Ask what love is in the world, and directly teach the relationship between life and death..."

Yang Zhuo recited several famous poems that have been handed down to later generations, and each capital is beautiful and tactful!Affectionate!

When Yang Zhuo's performance was over, the group of literati and poets had already been driven crazy by Yang Zhuo's literary talents!
This verse is really wonderful!
"These poems are beyond my reach in this lifetime."

"He is simply a god! Praising him for his agility is an insult to him. This word is no longer suitable for him."

"Mr. Yang Zhuo said just now that our poems are scumbags. What he said really gave us face. In front of him, we are just a bunch of idiots!"

Li Shimin and Fang Du were even more shocked!

Every poem in Yang Zhuo's mouth is a famous sentence that can be passed down through the ages!

He is really all-rounder!

Wen Ji: Could it be that this is the true son of heaven bestowed upon me?

Xiaoman looked at this group of people so shocked, he was a little speechless, what expressions did these people have?
These poems are included in the textbooks of the nine-year compulsory education in Yangjiazhuang. Is there any need to make such a fuss?

"Now, I will draw the lottery for the third game."

Wen Ji began to draw lots excitedly, and she couldn't wait to listen to Yang Zhuo's great poems again.

"Moon." Wen Ji looked at Yang Zhuo with burning eyes, "Please write a poem with willow as the theme."

Sao Ke: "Let's let Mr. Yang Zhuo go first."

They have been frightened by Yang Zhuo's literary thinking, and they dare not speak now!

Yang Zhuo shook his head: "I just said so many poems in one breath, I'm a little thirsty, Xiaoman, come on."

"Young Master Yang Zhuo, it's your fault. We really admire you. If you don't want to fight poetry with me, just say it. But, you can't insult us with a maid!"

"That's right, we don't believe it anymore, you, a maidservant, can make poems."

"We would rather admit defeat than you use a maid to perfuse us!"

Each of these poets has a strong backbone.

"No, no, it just so happens that my maidservant also knows some poems about the moon, so you can compare with her first." Yang Zhuo sat down leisurely by the side.

Wen Ji was very curious after hearing this, a maid who can also write poems?
"I don't believe it. A maid who can compose poetry probably doesn't know a single character!"

"In this case, please ask Xiaoman girl to compose a poem!"

Some of these poets couldn't believe that Xiaoman could compose poems.

Xiaoman thought these people were too strange. She had read [-] Tang poems by heart and memorized only one poem about the moon.

Besides, this question was included in the mid-term exam of Yangjiazhuang Academy last year. Is it difficult?
"The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground."

Sao Ke: Hiss, not bad!

"Raise your head to look at the bright moon, and bow your head to think of your hometown."

Sao Ke: Absolutely!
This poem has no novel and peculiar imagination, no exquisite and gorgeous rhetoric, but expresses the most sincere homesickness in a narrative tone, which is meaningful and intriguing!

For thousands of years, Li Bai's simple "Thoughts in a Quiet Night" has attracted many literati to recite it, and it has been passed down through the ages.

Those literati and poets who had just despised Xiaoman and didn't believe that she could compose poems had already cast their eyes on Yang Zhuo's admiration.

"I'm not as good as a little maid."

"The study of the past few years is useless! I don't have the face to say that we are literati anymore. I must study hard when I go back, and I won't be ashamed to go out casually."

They were already overwhelmed by Yang Zhuo's talent, and because of shame, they found an excuse and dispersed one after another.

Wen Ji looked at Yang Zhuo with burning eyes, and the more she looked at her, the more she loved her. Not only was she powerful, but even the maidservant who served him was so talented!

This handsome young man with a white face like jade is simply the perfect husband of her dreams!
"Mr. Yang Zhuo, Wen Ji has set up a private seat in Fengyue Tower, and I would like to ask Mr. Yang Zhuo to show her face." Wen Ji said softly.

"Old Li, how are you? Come with me to Fengyue Tower?" Yang Zhuo looked at Li Shimin with a smile and said.

Li Shimin was still immersed in the poem Xiaoman recited just now and couldn't extricate himself. Hearing Yang Zhuo's words, he immediately came to his senses.

"No, no, I have something to do..."

How dare Li Shimin go to Fengyue Tower, it is a place for fireworks, if Wei Zheng, the farmer, finds out, he will beat him up in court again!
"We'll just sit there, and it won't take much of your time." Yang Zhuo said with a smile.

"No, no, no! Mr. Yang Zhuo, go by yourself, we won't go." Fang Xuanling also anxiously wanted to reject Yang Zhuo.

It's not that he didn't want to go, but that he was afraid that he would kneel on the washboard when he got home!

"You guys are too uninteresting. It's not interesting for me to go alone. It's lively when there are many people." Yang Zhuo shook his head.

Seeing the hesitation of several people, Wen Ji covered her mouth with a smile and said, "Since you all find it inconvenient to go to Fengyue Tower, how about Wen Ji setting up a private seat in Zuimanlou?"

"I can do it." Yang Zhuo said.

Li Shimin and Fang Xuanling breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's okay to be drunk."

Only Du Ruhui felt a little regretful.

I heard that Fengyuelou has a new group of dancers from the Western Regions, with plump bodies, only wearing a gauze dress when dancing, and their dancing skills are also very good...