Datang: Acting as a celestial mystery at the beginning

When Wanshun was writing poems, more and more wine glasses fell from the upstream. Wang Rujing also got a glass of wine and wrote down Li Yi'an's "Qingping Diao".

At the most downstream position, Li Yifu, the representative of the poor family, finally got a glass of wine.

"Brother Zhi Zhou, Mr.'s poem can amaze everyone."

Li Yifu was so excited that tears filled his eyes.

"Once Mr.'s poem comes out, no one will dare to write about Spring River Blossom Moon in the future."

Gao Zhizhou excitedly held Li Yifu's hand, and those around him who didn't know it thought they had some kind of affection.

Li Yi'an was a little bored with this flowing glass of water. After he took a glass of wine, he didn't drink any more, so he sat aside and watched them, occasionally chatting with Wang Rujing.

After Wanshun got over the excitement, she also became bored, and simply fell asleep in Li Yi'an's arms, sleeping so cutely.

After finally waiting for the whole event to end, Li Yi'an finally felt at ease, and gently woke Wanshun up.

Others surrounded Li Liangping one after another, saying all kinds of congratulatory words.

From their point of view, among all the people present, Li Liangping must be the one who wrote the best poems, and No. 1 would never escape.

"Everyone is flattering me. I think this Li Langjun is the one who can win. He is much better than me."

Li Liangping looked at Li Yi'an, and said from the other side: "Just now I saw this gentleman, he didn't even bother to write poems, let the little girl beside me write it, it must be very safe, how dare I make a fool of myself with my little talent? "

This sentence sounded like flattery, but it was actually a sarcasm. Everyone present was not a fool, how could they not hear it.

Can a poem written by a little girl be poetry?I'm afraid I don't even know what poetry is.

They thought that Li Yi'an couldn't write poems, so they asked Wanshun to write a few words casually and hand them in as a way of coping.

There are also rules in Qushui Liushang. In order to facilitate identification, the poems written must be written with names, and then a collection of poems will be published.

All those poems were handed in, and Wang Xiaotong and other respected old people reviewed them, and then determined the ranking. If Lu Deming hadn't been fainted by Li Yi'an, he must have been there.

"It's out, the ranking is out."

After a while, someone shouted.

Next to Qushui Liushang, there is a public notice board, and someone has already posted a poem on it.

"That's Li Dalang's poem!"

Someone pointed to the end of the poem, the name of Li Liangping, the content of his poem was based on the bridge, and it read:

The bridge crosses Bailuzhou, and the wave regrets the green dragon.

I don't see Zhao Huiren, a lotus leaf dance in Yichuan.

"Good poetry, really good poetry!"

"Da Lang's poem, the first one posted, must have won the top spot."

"Li Dalang's poetic talent is well known in Chang'an. If he doesn't take the top spot, who else can take it?"

They continued to flatter Li Liangping, and Li Liangping was very happy when he heard it. Just as he was about to say a few words, someone came and pasted a piece of paper on top of Li Liangping's poems.

On the note, there are only three words: No.4.

Everyone's smiles suddenly froze, and those flattering words were swallowed back by them.

Li Liangping's eyes widened even more, and then he asked the person, "Did you post it wrong?"

"Yes! There must be a mistake."

"With Da Lang's poetic talent, No.1 is appropriate, how could it be No.4, quickly tear up this note."

Those who want to curry favor with Li Liangping are not happy.

The man said nervously: "It's none of my business, the prince and the others asked me to post it, and the prince is still waiting for me to go back."

"It turns out that some people are only No.4. If I remember correctly, the Poetry Association will only give the top three rankings on that day. As for the latter rankings, they will be compiled into an anthology and then announced. This No.4 may be because the princes and the others feel that it is not It’s because I offend you that I’m in the queue.”

Wang Rujing was immediately happy, seeing Li Liangping's expression at this moment, she felt so happy.

Li Liangping almost vomited blood, and when he was about to go to Wang Xiaotong and the others to argue, there was another cry from the crowd.

"Come... No.3, here we come!"

It was the same person just now, holding two pieces of paper and pasting them on the public notice board. It was "Qing Ping Diao" copied by Wang Rujing.

Seeing at the end, it was Wang Rujing's name, Li Liangping's face became even uglier.

impossible!

He thinks that poetry is the number one in Guanzhong, no one can beat him, how could he only get No.4.

Even Wang Rujing can be above him, this is very dissatisfied!

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Chapter 169 Ranking

After carefully reading the poem twice, Li Liangping had no choice but to accept that it was really well written.

No matter the artistic conception or rhyme in that poem, it is many times better than his, especially in terms of words, it is like rubbing his on the ground.

His current expression was as uncomfortable as if he had eaten a fly.

"I'm sorry, my poem occupies your No.3."

Wang Rujing smiled and said, "It turns out that Li Dacai in Longxi is only at this level. I have seen it."

If this sentence was said by Li Yi'an, Li Liangping would definitely not be able to resist retorting, but Wang Rujing said that, the poem was really well written, so he simply kept silent.

"Wang's wife's poems are really good!" Someone said in surprise.

Will Li Taibai's poems be worse in this era?Absolutely not.

"This kind of good poem is only ranked third, so wouldn't the first one be even more amazing?"

Someone expected to say this sentence, and then they discussed how good the first poem was, and the focus shifted away from Li Liangping in an instant.

Li Liangping only felt that his honor was taken away by someone, and he felt so uncomfortable. He grabbed the person who posted the poem and said quickly, "Help me find Li Yi'an's poem!"

He can only find his sense of accomplishment from Li Yi'an, as long as he can step on Li Yi'an, that's enough for him.

"Li Yi'an? It seems to be here!"

The man just came back with two pieces of paper, went to the public notice board, pasted them, and also pasted No. 2, which was the song "Mountain Dwelling in Autumn".