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Seeing everyone's eager eyes, Li Quan couldn't refuse anymore.

But as soon as I said it, the confidence of these younger generations hadn't been completely blown away?

Li Quan was well aware of the destructive power of his predecessors, so he cupped his hands and said implicitly: "Since the kindness is hard to refuse, let me think about it for a while?"

Seeing that Mr. Li was willing to accept the move, Han Feng finally smiled with satisfaction, and said to everyone in a relaxed manner, "Then let Mr. Li think for a while. If you have poems in your mind, you can recite them first and let everyone comment on them."

Everyone was speechless, and the scene became awkward again.

The country-famous Korean style puts too much pressure on these rural students, and no one dares to make a fool of themselves in public.

Seeing this situation, Han Xue became anxious.

This is a poetry meeting organized by her alone, how can it be so deserted?

Li Qianrong knew what Han Xue was thinking, and said with a light smile, "Is there a pen and paper here?"

"Yes, Miss C, why do you want a pen and paper?"

Confused, Han Xue still asked someone to go to the small building to get a pen and paper.

I saw Li Qianrong writing a few big characters calmly on the paper with a pen.The handwriting is not very good, but it is definitely handy. The handwriting is clean and not euphemistic, elegant and elegant.

Li Qianrong put down her pen, walked outside and said to everyone: "Everyone, even if there is no work better than Mr. Han's today, no one can win the precious three-color plum tree. As long as it is the work that the princess thinks is the best, I will give it to you." Give him a piece of writing written by yourself."

When Han Xue heard this, she knew that Sister Qianrong was helping her, so she excitedly revealed the words Li Qianrong had just written in front of everyone:

"Everyone, look forward to it. This is written by Princess Rong himself, and the ink on it is still wet!"

The people present immediately became agitated. Although a piece of calligraphy by Princess Rong is not priceless, it is also the best item to show your status at home.And it doesn't have to be better than Han Feng's poems, everyone has a chance.

Han Feng shook his folding fan lightly and read aloud: "Plum blossoms are easy to get, three-color flowers are easy to get, three generations and three lives are hard to find. Wow c wow! Princess Rong is really a famous family, and she is more than a star and a half better than what Han made in just one sentence .”

With a smile on her cheeks, Li Qianrong bowed slightly: "Mr. Han is serious."

Naturally, Han Feng would not let go of this rare chance of flattery, shaking his head and saying repeatedly:

"Otherwise, everyone in the world admires plum blossoms in winter, and Han's idea is also the virtue of praising plums. However, Princess Rong has found a different way to express love with plums. Compared with Princess Rong, Han and Princess Rong come from this idea. Look, it's out of the ordinary. It seems that this precious three-color plum tree should be accepted by Princess Rong!"

"This..." Li Qianrong glanced at the three-color plum tree, she really liked it, and hesitated, "This is a prize from the Flower Fair, so I'm afraid it's inappropriate to give it to me like this?"

Han Feng patted his chest generously: "It's okay. Although the three-color plum tree is precious, it is not the only one in this garden. When you come to Japan and South Korea, send someone to send one to the palace. Princess Rong, don't refuse."

Li Qianrong replied indifferently: "Then... then I will accept Mr. Han's kindness."

With Li Qianrong's own writing as a guide, the gifted scholars present were eager to try, and soon some people got up and recited their own works deeply, shaking their heads, looking intoxicated.

Although not very good, but the first to stand up, this courage alone also won the applause.

If there is No.1, there will be a second person, and the venue immediately becomes lively.

However, Li Quan remained silent. He didn't expect to meet Li Qianrong here. He wanted to interrupt his low-key behavior, but it seemed that the plan had to be changed.

Li Quan didn't forget his plan to deal with Prince Jing, and it seemed that he had to be more high-profile to attract Li Qianrong's attention.

Having made up his mind, Li Quan is preparing to stand up and borrow the poems of ancient sages to show off.Unexpectedly, the man at the same table suddenly got up, shook his head and said:

"Someone suddenly had a flash of inspiration and got a poem, everyone, just listen!"

The girl at the same table didn't know how many glasses of wine she had poured for the man because of her image, and she had nowhere to vent her grievances. It's a shame that this guy still complacently wanted to show off his talents in front of everyone!

Seeing him reciting poems with his head held high and his chest shaken step by step, the woman quietly stretched her feet...

"boom!"

The man didn't finish reading the poem, but he fell and ate shit.

Fortunately, it was planted in the soil where plum trees were planted. If it fell on the bluestone road, I am afraid that the little white face will be disfigured.

However, the consequence of falling into the soil was the dirt on his face after getting up, and his embarrassed appearance caused everyone to laugh.

"Who! Who!" The man was furious.

The trickster girl let out a groan, clutching the letter and fell to the ground with a look of unbearable pain: "Ouch! Ouch! You don't have eyes when you walk? My feet!"

The man was so angry that he almost spit out blood. He had made such a big embarrassment, and this woman pretended to be pitiful instead!

But in front of so many people, how can a man be as knowledgeable as a woman?

The man felt a fishbone stuck in his throat, and wanted to speak, but couldn't.Covered in dirt, he couldn't stay here any longer, so he cupped his hands at the woman resentfully, and left in a hurry without leaving a word.

As soon as the man left, the woman sat down on the man's seat with a happy face, looked at Mu Wanqing, and blinked pitifully:

"My lord, the little girl's ankle is sprained, it hurts so much."

Mu Wanqing wiped her sweat helplessly, turned her head to the side and pretended not to hear.

The woman wanted to say something, but Han Feng came over at this moment, and asked the woman with concern: "Girl, are you okay?"

"It's okay." The woman answered casually and ignored Han Feng, continuing to pester Mu Wanqing.

Han Feng glanced at Mu Wanqing unhappily, his annoyance flashed away, then he smiled and handed over to Li Quan:

"Master Li, everyone here has their works. Shouldn't you also think about it?"

Li Quan stood up, stroked his short beard coquettishly, shook his head and replied: "Time is short, I just want to make a good sentence. I don't know if I can make a fool of myself"

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter!" Han Feng answered bluntly, thinking that no matter what kind of poems you, a county magistrate, write, as long as they are not as good as your own, Miss Qianrong will know who has practical knowledge.

Li Quan looked towards the pavilion inadvertently, and found that Li Qianrong was looking at him intently, so he cleared his throat and said:

"Gentlemen, I'm making a fool of myself. There's only half a poem, and it's called: In the ice and snow forest, this body will not mix with peaches and plums."

"Live this life in the ice and snow forest, don't mix with peaches and plums." In astonishment, everyone murmured to themselves, and the garden became quiet for a while.

In the pavilion, Han Xue covered her mouth in surprise, her white hands and ears trembling slightly.

"Wearing this body in the ice and snow forest, don't mix with peaches and plums. My God! This is Master Li's idea? This...isn't this too good? It's just half a poem that has already left the elder brother. I don't know how far away. If the whole song..."

Li Qianrong quickly recovered from the shock, and smiled lightly: "This half of the song is okay. But if you want to talk about the whole song, I don't think he can do it."

Han Xue was curious: "Why?"

"He..." Li Qianrong smiled and pondered with her fingers in her mouth, "I don't know why. Anyway, he can't compose it, so I will call him half a poem from now on."

Chapter 256: Plum Garden Fighting Poetry

"Half a poem?" Han Xue stared at Li Qianrong suspiciously, and moved a little closer, "Sister, why do I feel that you and Master Li are hiding something from me?"