"How can you do this?"

Su Yumo was furious at this time and said, "Are you worthy of being a scholar?"

"Are you worthy of the saints who worship?"

Ye Li patted Su Yumo gently and said softly: "Don't be afraid, you have a husband here!"

"If you want to say something else, I may be like them, but if you want to say poetry, all of them will not be able to add up!"

"Hmph, what a big tone!"

Xie Lang opened the folding fan with a snap at this time, "When writing poetry, Xie Lang has never been convinced by anyone!"

"This trash son-in-law is not good, bragging is earth-shaking. If he can write a complete poem, I will eat this fan today!"

The other talented men said coldly.

"Since you don't believe that I made that poem, then at today's poetry meeting, I will choose all of you alone!"

At this time, Ye Li stepped on the table with one foot and pointed at all the talents on the scene, "One of them counts today!"

"I, Ye Li, here, challenge you all, write a poem, and I write a poem!"

"If you lose one game, I, Ye Li, kneel down and kowtow to apologize to you!"

"Do you dare?"

… “Don’t be arrogant!”

"So arrogant!"

"I don't know the sky is high and the earth is thick!"

... Although many people know that Ye Li is an act of provoking, they can't stand it.

When literati read poetry and books, they are most likely to be excited. Who can withstand such provocation?

"No need!"

At this time, Xiao Hong waved his hand and said disdainfully: "Because, you are not worthy!"

"Fighting poetry with you is an insult to ourselves!"

"You really don't dare!"

Ye Li smiled, "You cowards like you are really not capable except plagiarizing other people's poems!"

"Xie Lang, do you dare?"

Ye Li pointed directly at Xie Lang's nose.

"Haha..." Xie Lang was furious and laughed loudly, "I will accompany you for how many poems you want to write!"

Ye Li smiled again. Xie Lang did not disappoint his expectations! Even if he knew Ye Li was aggressive, he would be fooled! Xiao Hong instinctively felt that it was not good and pulled Xie Lang and said, "Xie Lang, there is no need to do this!"

"What's the truth about you and him?

Didn’t you insult your identity?”

Although he didn't think Ye Li could make so many good poems, if Ye Li made another good poem, it would cause him a lot of trouble! "No!"

Xie Lang was so stubborn that he looked like a cow, "I must fight him today!"

"What poem do you want to write?"

Xie Lang pointed at Ye Li.

"Whatever, I can do it!"

Ye Li shrugged.

"Okay, then I'll give you a poem!"

Xie Lang looked at Ye Li and said coldly: "Listen!"

"A gentleman is now very clear, and he is a praising minister in the previous dynasty! I am a little boy who is entrusted to travel, but I still feel sorry for flying around the world."

Ye Li just smiled after hearing this poem. This poem was a hidden poem. Xie Lang scolded Ye Li as a despicable villain.

Everyone burst into laughter, Xie Lang is indeed Xie Lang! "Then I will give you a poem too!"

Ye Li narrowed his eyes and said.

"I'll listen carefully!"

Xie Lang said coldly.

Ye Li walked gently for a few steps in the local area, picked up a glass of wine, drank it all, and then recited slowly: "Peach Blossom Temple in Taohuawu, and the peach Blossom Fairy under the Peach Blossom Temple; the peach Blossom Fairy planted peach trees, and picked peach blossoms and sold wine for money."

"I just sit in front of the flowers when I wake up, but I still come to sleep under the flowers when I get drunk; I am half awake and half drunk day after day, and the flowers fall and bloom year after year."

"I hope that I will die of old age and not bow in front of the carriage and horse; those who have enough dust in the carriage and horse are interested in it, and those who have poor branches are attracted by wine."

"If you compare wealth and honor to poverty, one on the flat ground and the other on the sky; if you compare poverty and honor to chariots and horses, he will drive me to free."

"Others laugh at me for being too crazy, but I laugh at me for not seeing through it; I don't see the tombs of heroes from Wuling, and I can make fields without flowers or wine."

Silence! It's quiet! It's been half a quarter of an hour, and there is no sound at the scene! Xie Lang is indifferent to fame and fortune. After passing the imperial examination, he refused to become an official and went to Taohuawu to live in seclusion. He built a Taohua Temple himself, which was a good story for many scholars! However, the so-called good story is just a superficial compliment.

If you don’t become an official and have no power, who will truly respect you?

Ye Li's poem perfectly describes Xie Lang's heart and soul! Xie Lang's writing poems satirizes Ye Li.

But Ye Li repaid his grievances with kindness and praised Xie Lang! He compared him to a peach blossom immortal, who was indifferent to fame and lived in seclusion in Taohuawu! Xie Lang was completely stunned! After a long time, he suddenly burst into tears, bowed deeply to Ye Li, and said, "Thank you, Brother Ye!"

"Brother Ye repays his grievances with kindness and broad-mindedness. In comparison, I am really a despicable villain!"

"I didn't know Brother Ye before, but I didn't expect that Brother Ye was my confidant!"

"I, Xie Lang, have been wild all my life and have never been convinced by anyone. Today, I have been convinced by Brother Ye!"

"Whether it is character or poetry writing, I, Xie Lang, is not as good as Brother Ye!"

...After Xie Lang's words, the scene suddenly became sensational.

"My God, this is another poem that has been passed down from generation to generation! Xie Lang is about to become popular, and I wonder how many people want to visit his Taohua Temple in the future!"

"This poem not only describes Xie Lang's state of mind, but also describes the state of mind of all hermits!"

"I wonder how many literati will empathize with it! This poem will surely be passed down for generations!"

... "What a saying, "Others laugh at me for being too crazy, I laugh at me for being unable to see through!"

At this time, Shi Haiqing sighed and closed her eyes, and tears even fell on her cheeks.

Shi Haiqing's feelings in this poem are deeper than Xie Lang! Because Xie Lang has never experienced the sinister hearts and open and secret struggles in the officialdom, and is not discouraged and cynical in the end! "If this poem was written to me... How great would it be..." Shi Haiqing was very envious of Xie Lang at this time, "I didn't see the tomb of the heroes of Wuling, and I could make a field without flowers or wine!"

"This poem is destined to be passed down for a hundred years!"

At this time, Chao Tianxing, the Marquis of Hanting, also put away the folding fan and murmured: "My ancestor Chao Gai must have had such an understanding back then, which will ensure that my Chao family will flourish for hundreds of years!"

"Others laugh at me for being too crazy, but I laugh at me for not seeing through it!"

"At that time, my ancestors had the ability to follow the dragon, but they resolutely resigned and fled to the countryside. I wonder how many people laughed at my ancestors' crazy!"

"But now, it's because others can't see through it!"

… “After listening to this poem, I have the urge to resign and retire!”

Ji Kefang stroked his beard and savored this simple, almost vernacular poem! There was no gorgeous rhetoric in it, but it made people feel long and endlessly lingering! Xiao Hong's face turned pale, and he never expected that Ye Li would open his mouth casually and would be another poem that could be passed down through the ages.

What kind of freak is this guy?

If this continues, many people may begin to doubt him.

So he quickly winked at Wei Liang.

Wei Liang understood and took a step forward, saying disdainfully: "You are just taking advantage of your mistakes. You know that you can't write a poem, so you wrote a poem to flatter you, so you can't argue with you!"
Chapter completed!