As soon as this said, Zhao Huaixin immediately woke up: "It makes sense, it makes sense. There are too many poems about the moon, and it is difficult to do. Why didn't I think of it? Thank you Brother Ouyang for your reminder. http:"

"Haha, damn." Ouyang Ming smiled.

Zhao Huaixin immediately spoke, "This brother, the moon is very beautiful tonight, so why not give the title of the bright moon. How about a poem "chanting"?"

"Take the moon as a poem?" Many scholars frowned.

"The poems in this regard are not easy to write. There have been too many poems with the moon in ancient times. Although it is easy to write them by reference to the previous generations, it is difficult to write the superior artistic conception of the poem just now.

If you are not careful, you may repeat the poems of your predecessors. In this way, a plagiarism name is inevitable." Many people did not expect that Zhao Huaixin would have such a question, and they shook their heads.

"Does the moon be a poem?" Li Yan's eyes flashed and he began to think.

Zhao Huaixin smiled and said, "Of course, if this brother feels that he can't do anything, he can admit defeat, I can't make things difficult for you."

Li Yan said, "You are a cunning person. You want me to write poetry, but you want to interfere here in every way. You have ulterior motives. Even if I think of a good poem, I am afraid that you will run away if you do this.

There is a trace of it."

"Young Master Zhao, don't bother this brother. The poems have to be written after being knocked out in a variety of ways. They are not the vendors who shout and sell food at the corner of the street, so they can be picked up by casually." A scholar couldn't bear to see it and said,

I really can't stand Zhao Huaixin's approach, it's simply a waste of the practice of scholars.

Let’s not talk about anything else. Just because Li Yan is not a scholar is enough to explain everything. It is simply not a gentleman to compete with what he is good at and what others are not good at.

Zhao Huaixin was in high spirits just now and couldn't help but say a few more words. After someone said this, he immediately shut up and said that he was far away from Li Yan, so as not to say that he was disturbing here.

"Okay, then I won't bother this brother. I'll wait next to you for the masterpieces of brother's father."

Li Yan didn't say anything, but was thinking about it. If there were many poems about writing the moon, it would probably arouse others' suspicion and plagiarism. But since you want to perform, just make a trick.

Acting in the whole set.

He pretended to be thinking and began to pace in Moxiang Pavilion. The people next to him were much better than Zhao Huaixin, and he didn't make any noise, so as not to disturb him. And they also wanted to know the person who made the verse of the frog.

What other good sentences will appear?

Li Yan was not anxious either. Sometimes he wandered around for a few steps, picked up the wine on the table and drank a few glasses, which seemed to have the temperament of a scholar.

After a while, he picked up his wine glass and walked to a house. The layout of Moxiang Pavilion was luxurious. This small house was filled with all kinds of flowers. A faint fragrance blew from the night wind.

Yan Wei looked up at the starry and bright moon, picked up the wine glass and drank it all, and then turned around suddenly.

"Have it?"

Seeing that Li Yan, who had been hesitating, suddenly became so free and easy, probably thinking of the poem, the others immediately showed their interest.
Chapter completed!