Who is so loud?

Author: The cat who doesn’t drink water

Who is so loud?

A scholar stood up angrily, glanced at where Chang Sun Yan and others were, and left the table directly.

If the person who stole the limelight this time was a famous scribe, he would be fine with it, but now it was a few dudes who took the lead, which was a bit hard to accept.

Now he just feels that he has been lonely in the past ten years of poetry and calligraphy. If he stays here any longer, his faith will collapse.

When one person got up, everyone followed suit, including seven or eight literati, who threw away their sleeves and left.

Although there are many famous quotes this time, they feel that it is extremely ironic, extremely ironic.

"Don't worry about them. There may be someone who can pick up Yuchi Huan's song, but is there anyone who dares to pick it up?"

Shangguan Yi shook his head. The young man just couldn't keep his temper. No matter who wrote the poem, as long as he could hear it and improve his cultivation, that would be enough.

Why separate you and me?

He has learned to accept it now. There have been three melon skin exceptions now, and he doesn't care about two more.

"If no one is around, sound the gong, and Yuchi Huan can enter the fighting document."

Shangguan Yi immediately announced that Yuchi Huan was also qualified to become a copywriter.

"I will do the writing next, and you will come and take the order."

Shangguan Yi glanced at the literati in front of him and wrote the character "Liu" with his hand.

"Li Zibu, you come first."

This time Shangguan Yi decided not to give Chang Sun Yan a chance and directly selected a scholar who he thought had good literary talent.

Li Zibu nodded, stood up, bowed to Shangguan Yi, and then slowly said: "The willow trees are like flowers under the moon, and people this year remember those last year."

"Yes, the dialogue is neat and tidy, and it contains a hint of melancholy. It should be considered a top-quality work."

Shangguan Yi smiled slightly, Li Zibu still had some skills, and this poem really made him feel relaxed and happy.

A right poem should appear on the right person, so that the two can complement each other and complement each other.

"Can someone take it down?"

"I'll do it."

Li Zibu's literary talent is good, but this poem is still a little short of reaching the level selected by Li Yanran. Literary writers have taken over.

You said something to me, and the atmosphere was very intense.

Shangguan Yiyu looked at the scene in front of him and nodded. This is what a literature and poetry conference should be like. Everyone competes with literature and gets promoted during the conquest.

The Literary and Poetry Conference is not only for discovering talents, but also for cultivating talents. After all, ordinary people are the mainstream, and geniuses like King Luo Bin are rare.

"I'll do it."

Xu Ang recovered after a period of rest. If Changsun Yan sat on the Douban table and sat below as a spectator, then his people would be in trouble.

"It's like following the spring breeze and knowing the willows' state, like following the cuckoos and birds and expressing their feelings."

Xu Ang also received a lot of applause when he said it, just like the poem he wrote last time, full of love between children, singing and dancing.

I have to say that Xu Ang is really experienced in this aspect, otherwise he would not be able to write such poems.

"Well, Xu Ang's poem has a lot of twists and turns, and he expresses the word love clearly. Is there anyone who would like to read on?"

Shangguan Yi nodded. Although he said he didn't like Xu Ang, he was eager for someone to appear to support the situation, and Xu Ang was one of the best candidates.

There are a few people who can enter the Literary and Poetry Conference who are not smart people. Now there are three dudes like Sun Yan, the copywriter, on the stage. If they don't accept anyone, it will only be internal friction.

If Chang Sun Yan wins the title in the end, they will be infamy for thousands of years. For the sake of their own reputation, everyone knows that they have to nominate a few people to take part in the copywriting competition.

Since Xu Ang got Shangguan Yi's approval, what if they let Xu Ang go up and challenge Changsun Yan?

Everyone was speechless for a moment, but Shangguan Yi smiled slightly and said: "If no one takes the next step, then I will announce that Xu Ang will sit down and fight for the copywriting."

Li Yanran sneered at the corner of her mouth. If she wants to challenge the copywriter, she has to wait until everyone here is full. Are you in a hurry to make an announcement now?

Have you asked me about Li Yanran?

Li Yanran dipped her hands in wine and quickly copied a poem in front of Li Siwen.

Li Siwen's eyes flashed with surprise after seeing it.

Brother Li is really a god. He wrote four good poems in a row, and he still has them now.

In this case, Xu Ang, I'm offended because you provoked us yourself.

"I don't agree."

Li Siwen slowly stood up and looked at Xu Ang, who was being admired by everyone, with disdain in his eyes.

"Li Siwen, do you really want to go against me?"

Xu Ang looked at Li Siwen and felt a thump in his heart.

He was really scared now, Chang Sun Yan and his gang were so evil today.

Everyone seems to be possessed by the previous sages. Even though he doesn't know a few Chinese characters, he can still speak well.

He was really scared. If he was compared with Li Siwen, he didn't know if he would have the guts to stay here anymore.

"It's not that I'm against you, but the poem you wrote is too bad. Let me, a reckless man, teach Mr. Xu how to write a similar poem."

Li Siwen still had the same expression and walked directly from his desk to Xu Ang.

Looking at Li Siwen in front of him, Xu Ang wanted to say don't come over.

I don’t want to go against you. I just want to participate in this literary and poetry conference.

Really, I'm scared.

"Master Xu, don't be afraid, I will teach you what composing poetry is."

Li Siwen showed a warm smile and said slowly: "My clothes are soaked by the apricot blossom rain, and my face is not cold by the willow wind."

As soon as this poem came out, Xu Ang felt that his mind was confused.

Sure enough, it is true again,

There is something wrong with these people, very wrong.

One can explode, and two can explode. Now all of the four heavenly kings in Chang'an seem to be possessed by poetry immortals. Is this possible?

There are definitely people behind these people.

But who can have such ability and be willing to hide behind it?

You know that this is an eternal saying that can make people famous all over the world? Who can be willing to give it.

Xu Ang collapsed on the ground helplessly. This poem had completely defeated his inner defenses, and a few tears actually burst out of his eyes.

"Duang."

The gong rang again, and Shangguan Yi once again announced that Li Siwen had won the position of Dou Wenban.

So far, all the four heavenly kings of Chang'an have ascended to power, and other literati can only look up to these people.

"Master, when did Chang Sun Yan and the others become so talented?"

Ruian looked at the master beside him, his eyes full of doubts.

What happened to these people today? Do you really need talent to write poetry?

And they are the so-called gifted people?

"Talented? Haha."

Li Zhi smiled slightly and said nothing. They were here to watch the fun, not to investigate. As long as the reputation of Shuren Teahouse was not tarnished, he would be satisfied.

As for whether Changsun Yan takes the limelight or Li Siwen takes the limelight, it has nothing to do with him.

I just don't know if Li Yanran will jump out. Judging from this guy's character, there is a high probability that his identity will not be revealed.

Judging from Li Zhi's appearance, there should be something hidden in this, but the master didn't say anything, and he, a slave, had nothing to say.

Keep the questions in your heart and continue to be a melon-eater.

The four of them all sat down, surrounding Li Yanran in the middle. Now that they had taken the limelight, it was up to Li Yanran what to do next.

Li Yanran smiled at the four of them. She had already had enough limelight, and it was time to withdraw. Otherwise, the copywriter would be betrayed in the first place.

These people's ridiculous literary talent would make Shangguan Yi angry to death if they really showed it.

After all, Chang Sun Yan's poem "Ying Liu" still echoes in Li Yanran's mind.

So shameful.

"Let's withdraw. You should know how to say it."

"Okay."

Hearing Li Yanran's words, the four of them also nodded. At least they had experienced the addiction of a great writer.

When I go out, I can pat the table and say, "We once conquered Chang'an with just one article. Thinking about it makes me feel like I'm in a hurry."

"Why are you leaving?"

Seeing several people getting up, Shangguan Yi couldn't help but be stunned. The real fight hasn't started yet. What are you going to do?

"Sir Shangguan, this literary and poetry conference is somewhat boring. Our level is limited, so we don't want to cause more trouble."

As soon as Changsun Yan said these words, the expressions of everyone in the venue changed, even Shangguan Yi was no exception.

What's the meaning?

Are your skills still limited?

I'm afraid this is not a variation of irony. The level of this literary and poetry competition is not good, and it affects your progress, right?

But when they think about what the other party said, they really have nothing to refute. If they admit defeat, why don't they let people leave?

"Who has such a loud tone?"
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