Datang: God-level son-in-law, salted fish will become stronger

"Today, let all the lovers in the hall bear witness between us."

"Look whose poems are better."

Followed by.

Holding a wine cup, Qin Mu slowly stepped forward and stood in the hall.

"When will the bright moon come? Ask the wine to the blue sky. I don't know the palace in the sky, what year it is. I want to go back by the wind, but I'm afraid that Qionglou Yuyu will be too cold on the heights. Dance to find out the shadows, why is it like being in the world. Turn to Zhuge, There is no sleep in a lowly home. There should be no hatred. What is the long-term goodbye? People have sorrows and joys, and the moon has cloudy and sunny waxes and wanes.

Just one word.

There was no sound in the hall.

Those who can write poetry and those who can't write poetry are all silent.

Under Qin Mu's poem, Li Er's poem is so bleak.

Just like the firefly fighting against the bright moon, they are overwhelmed.

At this moment, Li Er really wanted to slap him, why should he compete with Qin Mu?

That one of his is empty-handed.

And Qin Mu's song contains infinite profound meaning.

Although Li Er didn't want to admit it, Qin Mu's poem was enough to make him a god.

Followed by.

There was bursts of applause in the hall.

"Miao, it's really wonderful. Although I don't know poetry, but... the poem by the son-in-law is really wonderful."

"I... I just said that the poems written by His Majesty are not as good as the son-in-law's. Sure enough, I can hear how big the gap between your majesty and the son-in-law is..."

"I didn't expect, I really didn't expect that the son-in-law is still such a god, reciting casually, it is an eternal quatrain."

Everyone thought about this poem, and they were happy.

Changsun Wuji even stood up and praised: "From the perspective of the layout of this poem, the first piece rises in the air, and the place seems to be empty; the lower piece is full of waves, returning to the virtual and turning into reality. Then the virtual and the real are intertwined, and the composition is slowly forming." The knot. It's amazing."

"Mu'er's poem describes the clear, beautiful and majestic scenery, and expresses the feelings of wandering immortals "returning" and dancing directly to the "world" through the scenery of chanting the moon. The contradiction and confusion between separation from desire and entering the world, as well as broad-mindedness and self-satisfaction. Life is optimistic And the vision is beautiful and refreshing.”

at this time.

Changsun Wuji was still immersed in Qin Mu's poem.

The big bosses in the hall are only at the highest level of education of Changsun Wuji and Li Er.

The others, apart from waving their hands in applause and applause, couldn't say anything.

call......

Li Er also let out a long sigh, still convinced in his heart.

Qin Mu's poem has far-reaching ideas, novel ideas and picturesque artistic conception.Ending with broad-minded feelings is the natural expression of feelings.Emotional and rhyme wins, the realm is magnificent, and it is pleasing to the eye.

The whole text of this word is full of good sentences, which are full of Qingxiong and broad-mindedness.

"Good words, what a fucking good word." Li Er waved his hands in applause, and couldn't help but swear.

At this time, if you don't breathe out the fragrance, it is not enough to express Li Er's mood.

The corner of Qin Mu's mouth raised slightly, and he returned to the futon.

When everyone saw Qin Mu's calm and calm appearance, they all admired him.

In the end it is the son-in-law, always with this indifferent expression.

However, Qin Mu did not deliberately pretend to be coercive.

It is because he plagiarized this poem.

This plagiarism is sinful enough.

Qin Mu was really embarrassed to make a high profile.

Followed by.

Li Er looked at Qin Mu, and said quietly, "Qin Mu, have you thought of a name for your poem?"

Qin Mu shook his head slightly, "Not yet."

"Hehe..." Li Er couldn't help laughing out loud.

No good name.

Although he did not have the literary talent to make such majestic poems.

But it is not difficult to come up with a name.

With the way of naming, it will last forever.

Li Er can be regarded as No. 1 throughout the ages.

"That..." Li Er held the wine cup, looked at Qin Mu, and smiled.

Qin Mu said indifferently: "Your Majesty wants to name this poem again?"

"Hehe..." Li Er stroked his beard, "The one who knows me is none other than Mu'er."

Li Er was talking, and his mind had already begun to quickly capture the names of various words.

Qin Mu said slowly: "Your Majesty, the title of this poem is Shui Tiao Ge Tou, but Your Majesty can add another title."

"Okay..." Li Er nodded hastily, "Shui Tiao Ge Tou is a good name, I like it very much."

"As for names..."

"That's right, let's talk about drinking with Li Shimin."

"How is it? What do you think?"

As Li Er said, he glanced at the crowd, with uncontrollable joy in his eyes.

Everyone was speechless.

"Water Tune Getou: Talking with Li Shimin about Drinking"

Is this really nice?

Chapter 983 : You think I'm stupid! ? (3/5)

Everyone felt ashamed of Li Erqiao's way of plundering.

Originally, Li Er was just picking up his name for the sake of gaining fame.

This time it was too much.

Just engraved his own name on it.

This is for fear that he will be forgotten.

However, Qin Mu felt that Li Er was very smart, even though the name he chose was not very good.

But this trick is really good.

Just like Li Taibai's "Gift to Wang Lun", it forcibly uprooted Wang Lun's reputation.

Seeing everyone sniffing, Li Er hurriedly said: "Since everyone has no objection, then this matter has been settled, and it is called "Shui Tiao Ge Tou: Posting with Li Shimin's Feelings about Drinking"."

"Come on, let's play music, let's dance."

Uh......

Everyone was speechless at Li Er's blatant shamelessness.

But after all, he is the emperor.

The son-in-law is so angry, they can't afford to provoke them.

They are not as thick-skinned as Cheng Yaojin, so it's better to keep a low profile.

They can't even argue about it.

Li Er was very happy in his heart, pouring wine into his mouth one cup after another.

I......

What is the poem I wrote just now?

No matter, anyway, it's rubbish, don't worry about it.

Xuanzang was holding the teacup, his brows were stretched, thinking about Qin Mu's poem.

"When will the bright moon come? Ask the blue sky for wine. I don't know the palace in the sky, what year is it..."

Not to mention, Qin Mu's poem is really deeply loved by him, and he is mesmerized.

Water Tune Head...

The name of this word brand is also very beautiful and artistic.

However, Li Er's nomination really made Xuanzang feel sick.

Full of power.

Xuanzang believed that Li Er's mention of the name completely insulted and even trampled on this poem.

But he is the emperor of the Tang Dynasty.

Even if Xuanzang had anger in his heart, he could only hold it in his heart.

"Ugh......"

"Amitabha, sin sin..."

immediately.

Xuanzang held a Buddhist bead and chanted scriptures and Buddha on the spot.

for......

Exceed for this word.

In Xuanzang's mind, this poem, which should only exist in the sky, died prematurely because of Li Er's nomination.

At the same time, he also saved his sins for Li Erchao.

In Xuanzang's view, Li Er changed the name of this masterpiece at will.

Yes......

for the heinousness of iniquity.

Everyone drank to their heart's content, but no one paid any attention to Xuanzang.

Cheng Yaojin held the wine jar, swayed to Qin Mu's table, and sat on the floor.

"Come......"

"Come here, my son-in-law, I...I offer you a toast..."

As Cheng Yaojin said, he picked up the wine jar and was about to drink it.

It's really not drunk, people get drunk.

Qin Mu put his hand on his arm, "General Cheng, you've almost had enough to drink, don't drink any more..."

At this moment, Qin Mu watched Cheng Yaojin almost eight times drunk.

He and Yuchi Gong are really a couple.

Just ask the two of them to drink with you, that's two words.

die.

"Hey..." Cheng Yaojin pulled Qin Mu's hand down, and said drunkenly: "My son-in-law, I... I'm fine, do you think I drank too much? " He said, glanced to the side, seeing that Li Er was still sitting in the first place, he continued cautiously, "My son-in-law, I'm not worth it for you, Your Majesty chose that name, it's really not good, Don't look at me as old..."

Before Cheng Yaojin could finish his words, he felt a cool breeze whizzing behind his back, and then an ominous premonition arose spontaneously.

At this moment, he didn't even have to turn his head, he could figure out what was going on with his butt.

Cheng Yaojin wept in his heart, Li Er stared at him like a ghost.

"Knowledge..."