Datang: Acting as a celestial mystery at the beginning

"No.2, his poem turned out to be No.2!"

The crowd suddenly erupted. Through Li Liangping, they probably knew who Li Yi'an was. They didn't expect that a person without any talent in the aristocratic circle could get No.2.

But the artistic conception of that poem is even more profound. There are paintings in the poem, and poems in the painting. This kind of realm is transcendent, and they have never seen it before.

Li Yifu and Gao Zhizhou were also crowded in the crowd. Seeing this, they sighed in their hearts. This is the extraordinary realm of Mr., which is beyond the comprehension of their secular people.

In fact, it is difficult for Wang Xiaotong and others to tell which is better between "Mountain Dwelling in Autumn" and "Qingping Diao". When I wrote Qingquanshi Shangliu, I felt that it was different and more far-reaching than "Yunxiang Clothes and Flower Xiangrong", so I put Li Yi'an's second evaluation.

I don't know if Li Bai and Wang Wei will fall into deep thought when they see the poem copied by Li Yi'an after many years.

"impossible!"

Li Liangping read it over and over again, and had to admit in his heart that this poem is really good.

How could such a good poem be written by Li Yi'an.

"You didn't write this poem, did you?"

Pointing at Li Yi'an, he asked sharply, "Where did you copy this poem? Tell me!"

He is very unwilling to admit defeat. It doesn't matter if he loses to anyone else, but it doesn't matter if he loses to Li Yi'an, because they are rivals in love. At this moment, his anger is almost drowning his personality.

"You can't afford to lose?"

Wang Rujing retorted mercilessly: "If someone wrote such a good poem, it would have already become famous all over the world, and you will only see it today?"

The others didn't dare to discuss it, they looked at them as if they were watching a show, and felt that Wang Rujing's words made sense.

"Actually, I really didn't write it."

Li Yian finally shook his head.

"Ru Jing, did you hear that? He copied it, you are so shameless!"

Li Liangping said righteously: "What a noble place our Chang'an Poetry Fair is, how can you defile it at will! Today you must kneel down and apologize to everyone who participated."

"Kneel down and apologize!"

The children of the aristocratic family who supported Li Liangping shouted in unison, and looked like they didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement.

"If you apologize, I don't think it's necessary."

Li Yi'an still had a smile on his face, and said unhurriedly: "I said I didn't write it, but I didn't say I copied it. This poem was written by Wan Shun. Li Langjun won't forget it, right?"

He took Wanshun's little hand and continued: "Just now when I said I couldn't write poetry, the little girl said she could write for me. You saw it with your own eyes."

"That's right, I wrote it!"

Wanshun nodded cooperatively. Someone wants to bully her brother-in-law, this is absolutely unbearable.

Li Liangping's expression froze, how could a little girl like Wanshun know how to write poetry, I'm afraid it was really Li Yi'an's work, but he said it on purpose, not hurting much, but extremely insulting.

He was at a loss for words for a moment.

"Sir, the top of the list is here!"

Li Chengqian's words interrupted their confrontation.

It was the same person who posted the last poem on the public notice board.

"A moonlit night on the spring river, Li Yi's mansion."

"Who is this Li Yifu? Why does he take the first place?"

For an unknown author to win the first place, this year's poetry competition is a bit of a joke.

But their questioning voices quickly fell silent. After reading the poem once, they suddenly suffocated.

Well, great writing!

"This poem is definitely at the top of the list!"

"Chunjiang Huayue, written so beautifully, and it is rich in the truth of life, blending the truth into the imagery of the scene, deserves the top spot!"

"May I ask who is Li Yifu? We have never heard of this gentleman."

They started looking for Li Yifu again, Chang'an still has such a poetic talent, there is no such person's name in the circle of the aristocratic family.

"Brother-in-law, isn't that ours?"

Wanshun said softly: "I lost the calligraphy practice paper that day, they must have picked it up."

"Look first!"

Li Yi'an thought helplessly, never thought that even if he copied the poems, someone would copy the poems he copied.

That young man in Li Yifu doesn't talk about Wude!

"Below is Li Yifu!"

Seeing that the atmosphere was getting better, Li Yifu walked up from the crowd.

It really is a humble scholar!

When they saw Li Yifu's ordinary clothes, these four words came to mind, no wonder no one knew who he was.

"Everyone, there is one thing that I want to clarify. This poem is not written by me!"

Li Yifu ignored everyone's gaze, finished speaking loudly, and then looked at Li Yi'an.

Another person admitted that he did not write the poem, and everyone was taken aback, not understanding what this person was trying to do.

"Could it be that some little girl wrote your poem?"

Li Liangping asked with an unhappy face.

"No!"

Li Yifu came to Li Yi'an and bowed his hands: "Sir, I took your poems to participate in the poetry meeting without your permission. It's my fault, and I really don't want such a good poem to be buried without anyone knowing. He dared to make his own claim."

coax!

Everyone was amazed for a while, and their eyes fell on Li Yi'an.

It's him, it's him again!

The first and second are both him!