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There is also the newly married Princess Linchuan. Although she doesn't know how talented she is, but the few of them are drinking together. This lineup is still very exciting for others to look forward to.

It's a pity that some talented and learned people don't have enough status to go in and compete.

In fact, this line of wine order is quite simple, as long as it brings snow, whether it is done by oneself or a poem of predecessors, it can be counted as one sentence.

Li Mubai pondered for a while, and then recited: "Beyond the Great Wall, the sad wind is blowing, and the Jiaohe River has frozen. The vast sea is full of waves, and the Yinshan Mountains are covered with snow for thousands of miles."

"it is good."

Everyone cheered.

Next to Li Mubai was Li Tai, he was slightly pensive, and then said: "There are so many new ghosts crying in battle, and a lonely old man mourning. The chaotic clouds are low in the evening, and the snow dances in a hurry to return to the wind."

The crowd shouted even louder, especially some talented women who looked like rabid fans, which made Zhou Jinyan very puzzled. Although these poems are good, do they need to be so exaggerated?

Next, Li Mengjiang next to Zhou Jinyan.

Glancing at her husband, Li Meng Jiangjiao said:

"In the heavy snow in Chang'an, it's hard to find birds.

Among them, Haogui's house is surrounded by pounded pepper mud.

There are red furnaces everywhere, and Luo Mi goes back to Luo Mi every week.

Warm your hands and adjust the gold thread, dip your nails in the agar liquid.

Drunk singing jade dust flying, sleepy and fragrant sweat drops.

Unexpectedly, people who are hungry and cold have cracked hands and feet. "

There are still a lot of cheers, but more people are really thinking about the meaning of her poem.

Zhou Jinyan gave a thumbs up, making Li Mengjiang's face flush with embarrassment.

"Ruyu, it's your turn." Li Danyue reminded with a smile.

Yan Ruyu glanced at Feixue outside the pavilion, and said:

"The side grass, the side grass, the side grass grows old together.

The snow is clear in the south and north of the mountains, and the moon is bright for thousands of miles.

Mingyue, Mingyue, Hu Jia let out a cry of sorrow. "

"Good poem!" Li Mubai was the first to applaud, clapping non-stop.

Zhou Jinyan nodded secretly. Among the poems of several people, Yan Ruyu's was the most eye-catching to him.

"It seems that I'm going to make a fool of myself." Li Danyue smiled slightly.

After pondering for a while, he read: "The wind is desolate at the end of the year, and the sun is snowing. There is no sound in the ears, but the eyes are clear and clean."

Li Tai was startled and said, "Auntie, is this poem a new work?"

Many people also looked at her, and there seemed to be no memory of this poem in their images.

Li Danyue chuckled softly, glanced at Yan Ruyu who covered her lips with a smile, and said: "Where are the new works, let Ruyu tell you."

Li Mubai prided himself on his talent, but he had never heard of this poem, so he hurriedly asked: "Ruyu, whose poem is this, it is really rare."

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Yan Ruyu said softly: "Tao Yuanming's "Twelve Months of Guimao Years and Congdi Jingyuan" written by Tao Yuanming in the Jin Dynasty is not widely spread, so it's not surprising that you haven't heard of it."

"I see."

Li Mubai nodded, cupped his hands and said, "Princess is really knowledgeable, let me feel ashamed."

Li Danyue shook her head, smiled sweetly, and said, "It's your turn again."

I have to say that these people are really good material for reading.

The poems in his stomach, which Zhou Jinyan had heard and which he hadn't heard, they talked about for half an hour, and they continued talking endlessly.

There is no pause, it is really the other party who sings and I go on stage, one can play better than the other... Ahem, I am erudite.

Zhou Jinyan secretly thought that it would be wiser not to participate, as the little ink in his belly might not be enough for others to dip their brushes in.

He can think of some poems in Tang poetry, but obviously not enough for such consumption.

Zhou Jinyan reckoned that if these people went to participate in the "Poetry Conference" in later generations, they would be guaranteed to be champions. If these people met together and fought in the same field, they might be able to fight non-stop for three days and three nights.

At this time, there was no more cheers around, and everyone stared blankly at the few people.

The look in their eyes had already turned numb from shock.

too strong.

Zhou Jinyan didn't expect Li Mengjiang to be so talented, almost every time he answered fluently, not weaker than the two talented women present.

Give him a lot of face.

I don't know how long it has passed, but the food has already run out of heat.

This feast of fighting poems also began to stalemate.

In the end, Li Tai was the first to resist, and said with a wry smile: "Great talents, I accept the penalty."

After speaking, he drank the first cup boldly.

As the first person to be punished for drinking, he showed no embarrassment at all, and his chic demeanor made everyone present applaud him again.

Li Mengjiang frowned and thought for a long time before saying a poem.

After finishing speaking, he said to Zhou Jin: "Husband, it's so difficult, I can only think of this song."

Zhou Jinyan smiled slightly, and whispered something in her ear.

Li Mengjiang muttered a few words in his heart, and then looked at him in disbelief.

Zhou Jinyan said in a low voice, "This one will come soon."

"Did you do this?"

At this moment, Yan Ruyu thought for a while, and successfully recited a song.

Li Danyue seemed to be at a loss for words, frowning and thinking hard.

Li Tai and Li Mubai were not relaxed either, they were both deep in thought, as if they were thinking about how to respond later.

"Don't worry about it," Zhou Jinyan took her little hand and squeezed it, "You say what you say."

"but I......."

.

"We are one husband and wife, what are you and me?" Zhou Jinyan pretended to be displeased.

Li Mengjiang glanced around and saw that everyone was thinking about new poems, her pretty face flushed slightly, and she gave Zhou Jinyan a sweet smile, the tenderness in her eyes overflowed with water.

Suddenly Li Danyue smiled and said: "I can't think of it either, so I accept the penalty."

As she spoke, she picked up the wine glass with slender hands, raised her slender neck and drank the wine.

Li Mubai glanced at Yan Ruyu,

"You can't sleep because of worry, and it's hard to sink through the night.

The bright moon shines on the snow, and the wind is strong and mournful.

Transported to the unflooded objects, the death of the year has been reminded. "

Li Danyue caressed her forehead and said with a smile, "I forgot about Xie Lingyun's "Sui Sui"."

Li Mubai shook his head, "I also thought about it for a long time before I remembered such a song."

At this time, what everyone is fighting for is real accumulation and talent, relying on excellent skills.

This made those who secretly hated themselves for not being able to join in secretly rejoice that they did not join.

In the end, the poems spoken by the few people became more and more uncommon, and many of them had never heard of it.

Both Li Danyue and Li Mubai wrote several new poems in a row, if they go up, how can they have such ability?

Li Tai laughed dryly, turned his head and admitted defeat: "I really admire Brother Zhou now, if I knew about this situation, I wouldn't participate, and I would just lose."

Zhou Jinyan smiled and watched Li Tai drink another glass.

All eyes were on Li Mengjiang again.

For this princess of the Tang Dynasty, who can be so knowledgeable and stand out among the well-known talented men and women in Chang'an, everyone is naturally very interested.

Just how long can this miracle last?

In the expectant eyes of everyone, Li Mengjiang said: "The sun is setting and the mountains are far away, and the weather is cold and the white house is poor. The chaimen hears the dog barking, and returns home on a snowy night."

hiss!

As soon as Li Mengjiang's poem came out, there was an uproar in the audience, and everyone looked at her as if they were looking at a "genius".

Both Li Danyue and Li Mubai wrote new poems before, but they were written in a hurry. How can there be any good poems?

It's not that they said it was written by themselves, but everyone thought it was some uncommon, unheard of solitary poem.

But as soon as this poem was written, no one in the room doubted that it was a freshly made masterpiece.

Good poetry is like old wine, you can know the taste with just one sniff.

If this poem is not well-known, are there still poets in the world?

Since I haven't heard it, it can only explain one problem. This poem was improvised by Li Mengjiang.

"Chaimen hears the dog barking, and returns home on a snowy night."

Li Danyue said with a light smile: "Linchuan is very knowledgeable, but my aunt is blind."

"Sister."

Li Mengjiang was so ashamed that she lowered her head with a blushing face.

She is dressed in brocade clothes, her appearance is alluring, coupled with her status as a princess, everyone present swallowed their saliva secretly.

Yan Ruyu sighed: "With this poem alone, Her Highness the Princess will be famous forever, and the history will be passed down from generation to generation."

Li Mubai prided himself on being a great talent, but he didn't expect that today's demeanor would be taken away by a princess with yellow hair, his hands and feet were cold for a while, and he was in a daze.

"This is a princess, I didn't expect to be so talented." Someone exclaimed.

"That's right, she fought for her husband a few days ago, and today she's showing off in Beiting again, she's really a strange woman."

"The key person is the princess."

"Fuck," someone said sternly, "Zhou Jinyan just got lucky and changed to a princess, and it turned out to be better."

The voice was a little softer, but the words were taken seriously.

Li Mengjiang's performance was too much face for a man.

..."

"Ruyu, it's your turn."

Li Mubai's voice suddenly reminded him.

"What? More than that?" Everyone was inexplicably surprised.

"It's really great," someone excitedly said, "Our Yanyue Poetry Club, can we still lose to a princess who came out halfway? I said Senior Brother Li, there must be a plan."

The fat on Wang Liancheng's face trembled, "Is it still possible? If you write new poems, you will be more talented than Cao Zijian."

Although Li Mengjiang's poems are amazing, it is also amazing to write several new poems in succession.

"That's right, can there be new works?" Someone worried in a low voice, "It's still difficult for me to compose a capital. If I remember correctly, Senior Brother Li has already composed almost five poems, right?"

Everyone's interest was aroused again, and they looked at the former number one talent of Yanyue Poetry Club with burning eyes.

"Brother Li, come on!" Someone yelled, but it was a woman.

Chapter 252 Can You Have A Drink?