Datang: Acting as a celestial mystery at the beginning

How arrogant he was just now is how embarrassing he is now.

"I just said, let you apologize first."

Chang Sun Chong's words seemed to remind them, and they said in unison: "I'm sorry, yes..."

"Go away!"

Li Chengqian said impatiently.

They were relieved, but they felt that Li Chengqian would not let him off so easily, thinking that it was over.

"They are the sons of Dai Zhou and Tang Jian. They have always been at odds with us."

Cheng Chu smiled silently: "In the past, we beat them a lot."

Yuchi Baolin pressed her fist and said: "If Brother Changsun hadn't stopped me just now, I would have really slapped those two slaps."

"Okay, okay, let's start."

Li Yi'an interrupted their bragging.

It's just that before the start, the man sitting on the other side of them was driven away and replaced by Li Liangping.

"Ru Jing, so you are here, I have had a hard time finding you."

Li Liangping smiled and said, "Why are you sitting here? I reserved a place for you upstream, let's go back together!"

"I didn't let you find me either!"

Wang Rujing didn't bother to pay attention to him: "Where Mr. is, I will be there, don't worry about Li Dalang."

I saw her leaning gently on Li Yi'an's arm as she spoke, a very intimate look, which made Li Liangping furious, an inexplicable emotion welled up in his heart, wishing someone would drag Li Yi'an down and beat him right away.

"Li Yi'an!"

Li Liangping gritted his teeth so hard in his heart: "I will let you know later how big the gap between you and me is, and I will make you regret messing with me!"

The flowing water has finally begun.

The first glass of wine flowed down from the upper reaches, but the one in front didn't stop. When he came to Li Liangping, he directly reached out to pick up the glass.

"The first glass of wine, Longxi Li's, Li Dalang took it!"

Someone shouted.

People in the upper reaches couldn't see Li Liangping, and finally found him sitting in the middle and lower reaches. Just when they were puzzled, they found Wang Rujing on the opposite bank, and suddenly understood what happened.

They saw Li Yi'an next to Wang Rujing again, and felt that today's Qushui Liushang became more and more interesting.

Li Liangping picked up the wine glass and drank it down. Then someone brought paper and pens, and someone rubbed the ink. The person who drank the wine had to write a poem. This is already a custom. A great opportunity to make a name for yourself as a poet.

"I am waiting for you!"

Li Liangping looked at Li Yi'an provocatively, and said a few words in the ear of the person holding the pen.

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Chapter 168

"Sir, he provoked you."

Wang Rujing deliberately approached Li Yi'an's ear and said softly.

"This is not what you provoked, but also what you want most?"

Li Yi'an can't escape this shield.

Wang Rujing smiled slightly, that smile was like a spring breeze blowing on her face, which could make all the flowers look pale.

Li Liangping, who had just finished writing the poem, looked up and saw this scene, but found that the smile was not from him. He became so jealous that he broke the pen in his hand, and scared the person grinding ink beside him.

His eyes, of course, couldn't escape Li Yi'an's gaze, he just smiled lightly, and then pretended that he didn't exist.

After a while, the second glass of wine began to fall down the water. None of the people upstream took the glass. The glass of wine must be given to Li Yi'an.

Soon the glass of wine came to Li Liangping, he stretched out his hand to push the water, and the glass floated in front of Li Yi'an.

"Thank you Li Dalang for the wine!"

Li Yian picked it up calmly.

The feeling of tit for tat is more obvious at this moment.

All eyes were on Li Yi'an.

"But I can't write poetry?"

Li Yi'an said helplessly after drinking.

"Can't write poetry?"

Li Liangping sneered: "You don't even know poetry, what are you doing sitting here? How dare you drink my glass of wine."

Li Yi pretended to think for a while, then said: "Then I'll give it a try, and if I don't write well, I'll make a fool of myself."

"Brother-in-law, you are lying."

Wanshun said with a playful smile, "Wrote me so many poems, but still said I couldn't write them."

"That's right, I don't believe it either."

Wang Rujing agreed.

"Mister's poems, even my father is full of praise."

Li Chengqian said in agreement.

But when they discussed, the voice was not loud, Li Liangping couldn't hear what was said, it was just jealous.

Soon someone brought pens and paper, as well as ink sticks, Li Yian asked them to keep the things and grind the ink by himself, and said, "Why don't you, Wanshun, write for me?"

"Okay!"

Wanshun didn't think too much, it was enough to play, happily picked up the pen, spread the paper on the table, and wrote down a song "Mountain Dwelling in Autumn", which was a piece that Li Yi'an taught her recently. A poem, if you write too much, you can memorize it.

The little girl's handwriting was well practiced, and her handwriting was very delicate. At the end, she wrote Li Yi'an's name and handed it to that person to take it home.

They first collected the poems they wrote, and then selected the best one among these poems as the top of today's list, and prepared a ranking for the lower poems.