Carefree Prince In Tang Dynasty

Chen Xinheng glanced at Li Xin, and said with his mouth: Oh ho, it's coming again.

Chen Yin also calmly set his eyes on Li Xin, with a slight hint of a joke in it - he couldn't help it. When Zheng Boyang made an attack last time, he had already forcibly stopped it by using the pretext of serving tea, so it would be hard to do it again this time.

Moreover, he just didn't want to see Li Xin so proud. He always felt that Li Xin was not well-rounded, so every time he saw him in the limelight, he felt conflicted.

Li Xin was a little speechless: Although everyone knows some things well, there is no need to do it so clearly, right? Your father was slapped in the face just now, and you want to ask me for advice, didn't you just make it clear that you wanted to make things difficult for me to get back? Why can't you be a little bit of the demeanor of a noble son of a big family?

But Li Xin thought about it again - this guy Zheng Boyang still needs his father to come to Chang'an to find his way in person. Most of them are not valued in the family. There is a high probability that he is just a side child, not a noble son.

Today I just came to Uncle Chen's house as a guest to ask for a cup of tea. It's not good to waste everyone's time here and talk about knowledge? Li Xin said with a smile, Why don't you and I talk about it later when we have time?

It turned out that it was clear that if he accepted Zheng Boyang's advice, Li Xin would be the one who couldn't make it to the stage. Therefore, between being unable to get off the stage on the spot and being an ashamed lazy donkey rolling around, Li Xin chose the latter, and used the word drag to the extreme, and no one could find any faults——

Just imagine, both Zheng Boyang and Li Xin are guests. The owner of this place is Chen Yin. How can there be two guests who go to the same house as guests and end up seeking knowledge on their own, leaving the host alone? This is very disrespectful behavior.

Zheng Boyang punched the cotton, so uncomfortable that his eyeballs almost popped out.

Li Xin gave him a harmless smile.

That's wrong. Zheng Han, who had already calmed down, said again at this moment, You two juniors should take advantage of the old man and brother Runde to discuss with each other the accomplishments of the classics and history collections. If there is some understanding If something goes wrong, we can fix it for you. Brother Runde, tell me, is this the truth?

Chen Yin laughed, and said: There is indeed some truth in saying that.

Now it's Li Xin's turn to be caught blind: Hey, father-in-law, aren't we on the same side? How can you help others and embarrass yourself?

Fortunately, Li Xin had a flash of inspiration, and made another move: It's too boring to discuss boring knowledge at this time. Since Brother Zheng always wants to ask me for advice, why don't we write poems. Taking Xia as the topic, There is no limit to the genre, no limit to the rhyme, new works and old works are acceptable, how about showing it to the two elders for evaluation?

It's too broad. Zheng Boyang did not raise any objections, but frowned slightly.

Li Xin didn't change his face and said: It's just a game, don't be too restrained. Brother Zheng thinks?

In fact, these days the ancients had to limit the number of words, rhymes, and themes when composing poems. Generally, the topic refers to any object at will, from the moon to flowers, even tables, chairs, benches, pots and pans, everything is fine. It is very rare and unprofessional to use such a broad theme of Xia as Li Xin's opening mouth, and it is not limited to genres and rhymes. Therefore, Zheng Boyang was not so happy.

But Li Xin can't help it—how can he make poems? It's not just a copy of the essay, what if he can't find a suitable poem because the genre and rhyme are really limited?