Yang Shuang and Li Jing sat for half an hour, and the people around him were finally familiar with Monk Bianyi's handsomeness. They no longer stared at him and looked up and down, but continued to taste tea and chat.

"Young Master, pharmacist, why do these people keep watching me? Is my monk's skin so handsome? So attractive?" asked Monk Bian Yi.

Yang Shuang and Li Jing glanced at the side, unwilling to pay attention to the bald donkey who had already left Buddhist rules and regulations behind.

Yang Shuang looked at the entire Baozhaitang, curious about what characters this poetry meeting could attract, and was thinking about how to make Monk Bian Yi make a splash.

At this time, on the fourth floor, Chen Zhengde asked to see Li Xiaogong and ate, and returned to the room in a frustration.

"It's unreasonable! Even if he is a prince of Zhao, he can't be so excessive!" Liu Shuyi said indignantly. His father was a subordinate minister and a dignified prime minister of the Tang Dynasty. Even Li Xiaogong had to give him a slight face.

Compared to Liu Shuyi's anger, Chen Zhengde still advised: "Brother Liu banned his words! Did he forget the reputation of Prince Zhao? In order to kill a noble family who raped a good woman, he followed Zhuque Street and chased people from the street to the end of the street, killing people in front of the imperial guards. In the end, he was scolded by His Majesty. This Prince Zhao is not only His Majesty's nephew, but also has great military achievements. It is normal for people to look down on us."

"Yes, Brother Chen's words are reasonable!" Wei Shuyu also said.

Liu Shuyi snorted: "Did you just endure it like that?"

Chen Zhengde sneered and said, "We should bear this tone, but it is a good thing for His Royal Highness the Prince! After the poetry meeting, he ordered people to spread the story of Prince Zhao's participation in the poetry meeting and add some materials at the same time."

"Brother Chen is a talent!" Liu Shuyi and Wei Shuyu laughed.

As rumors spread, some people will think that Li Xiaogong and His Royal Highness are close to each other. In this case, the Qin King's lineage will inevitably respond, and even it will be transmitted into the ears of Emperor Tang.

By then, Li Xiao would definitely be overwhelmed, which would be considered as having today's grudge.

Chen Zhengde felt that he had avenged his revenge and felt much more relaxed, and then notified the manager to start the poetry meeting.

The manager was a middle-aged Confucian scholar. He walked up to the platform, and the drums sounded next to him.

Dongdongdongdongdongdong...

The drums fluctuated, stopping everyone talking in Baozhai Hall, and all their eyes were attracted by the middle-aged Confucian scholars on the high platform.

"Everyone, I am fortunate to be the main speaker of today's poetry meeting in Xiayuechuan. I have any inappropriate behavior. Please forgive me!" After introducing myself, the middle-aged Confucian scholar bowed to everyone.

The people in the lobby seemed to know Yue Chuan and ordered them to stand up and return the gift.

Yang Shuang and the other two didn't know him, so they were honestly watching the show.

Yue Chuan continued: "This is the first poetry meeting held by Baozhaitang this year. Four poetry meetings were held last year. The four poets are now famous in Chang'an. So Yue believes that this poetry meeting will inevitably give birth to a talented person, adding bricks and icing on the cake to the literary world of the Tang Dynasty!"

As soon as this statement was spoken, the scholars in the hall quickly applauded and celebrated.

The young and young people sitting in the lobby are all students with average family background and fame. They dream of making a name for themselves. The four leaders of the poetry club mentioned by Yue Chuan have now entered the East Palace or Hanlin Academy. Although they are just a first-time career in the officialdom, they will have bright prospects for these students.

"Everyone, the rules of today's poetry meeting are the same as usual. The distinguished guests on the building gave the poem title. You all answered the answer and wrote the outlined poems in your heart on paper, and then handed them over to several masters to evaluate. The one with the best evaluation is the leader of today's poetry meeting!" After Yue Chuan introduced, following his guidance, everyone saw several old men sitting next to the platform.

These old men are quite famous in Chang'an and are considered great scholars. If you invite them to come to the poetry meeting to comment, you will naturally convince the public.

Next, the poetry meeting officially began.

Soon, a distinguished guest on the upper floor brought the poem title.

Yue Chuan held the poem in his hand and said to everyone: "Everyone, the title of the first poem in today's poetry meeting is already in my hands. I believe you are eager to try it out, so I will not delay. Let's take a look at what this topic is..."

While speaking, Yue Chuan opened the paper and showed it to everyone in the audience, saying: "The title of the first poem is: Guan Ju!"

As soon as this came out, everyone was talking about it.

Yang Shuang was drinking tea, but she couldn't get used to the fried tea and missed Longjing in the royal palace.

Before leaving Kyoto, Yang Shuang had already ordered people to pick the Shanghao Longjing before the Qingming Festival. The tea made from good tea is good tea. The tea soup is clear and the tea leaves are delicate and green, floating in the tea soup, and the tea fragrance is lingering. That is to drink tea.

Tea is also one of the industries that Yang Shuang and Sui Huang want to operate.

When he heard this question, Bian Yi said helplessly: "Young Master, this question is not suitable for me. Guan Ju is taken from the Book of Songs. Guan Ju Ju, on the river island, a beautiful lady, a gentleman is a good match! So the first poem describes love. I am a monk and I don't understand what love is. How can I write a love poem? Isn't this a embarrassment to me?"

"Tsk...When you drink, eat meat and go shopping in the trash, why didn't you expect to be a monk? You are already a supreme guest in the sky. Chu Tianying confiscated your money. If you charge your money, you have to sacrifice your beauty and come to the sky for service." Li Jing sneered.

Before leaving Beijing, when Yang Shuang and Li Jing were busy, Bian Yi ran to the sky every day, saying that it was a name for experiencing the world. In fact, he was enjoying foot massage and listening to music, and he lived a better life than Yang Shuang.

"Amitabha, I wash my feet on the surface, but in fact, I wash my heart in the world. Moreover, with the patronage of my monks, the performance of those little girls who wash their feet is improved, and it helps their lives. This is the result that monks should pursue." Bian Yi said seriously.

Li Jing smiled bitterly, not wanting to pay attention to this guy.

Yang Shuang said, "Okay, let's put the matter of washing your feet first and talk about the title of the poem. Look, people are thinking about creating it hard, so we should get to the topic. Although this is a love poem, I think you have to come forward. What's wrong with monks writing love poems? It is because they are monks who can look at the love in the world from a high level and see the essence more."

"It's reasonable!" Li Jing praised.

Bian Yi thought about it and felt reasonable, so he moved the paper and pen to Yang Shuang.

Yang Shuang picked up the pen and began to brew.

Four floors up.

Li Xiuning did not stay in the house. He walked out with a hat and stood in the corridor overlooking the scholar in the lobby.

She did not lie to Li Xiaogong. She has been wandering around Chang'an City these days, hoping to find a wishful husband whom she is interested in.

The person she didn't want to marry was chosen by His Majesty, the Crown Prince, or the King of Qin. It was related to her life, and she wanted to choose by herself.

But she has no high requirements for her other partner. She is kind, handsome, polite, and cheerful... The following is omitted.

However, after wandering around for these days, it is difficult for all men to catch her eye. Do you have high requirements? Not!

He was not required to be handsome, civil and military, perfect, extraordinary, extraordinary, amazing endurance...

At this moment, Li Xiuning's eyes discovered a very bright one...it turned out to be a bald head.

Looking closely, he turned out to be a monk, and his appearance was so handsome!

Even if Li Xiuning has seen countless young talents, he has to admit that this monk's appearance is far better than other men.

Li Xiuning felt it was interesting, so she walked down the stairs, arrived at the hall, and walked towards Yang Shuang and the other two.

At this time, Yang Shuang was holding a pen and was planning to write some poems.

It’s not that he can’t write it, it’s because there are too many poems about love in his mind. Each poem is a famous line that has been remembered forever. Simply plagiarize it, you can win the leader of this poetry conference.

Bah, can scholars’ references be called plagiarism?

Just as Yang Shuang was thinking, Li Jing's eyes on the opposite side turned cold because he noticed a woman wearing a hat and covering her face came over.

Yang Shuang immediately turned around and noticed the woman's coming. Then she made eye contact with Li Jing, without acting rashly.

The woman was none other than Li Xiuning. She walked over, stopped at the table, and asked, "Three, can I sit here?"

Li Jing and Bian Yi subconsciously looked at Yang Shuang.

Yang Shuang looked at Li Xiuning and could only vaguely see a touch of whiteness through the shaking black veil. It sounded like she was not old.

This made Yang Shuang secretly afraid that the three of them had just arrived in Chang'an and had no one they knew at all. Now a woman is sitting here suddenly, which looks very strange.

"Please feel free!" Yang Shuang thought about it and felt that it was not the reason why her identity was exposed, but it was probably because of her beauty that coveted the beauty of her, so she did not refuse.

Li Xiuning thanked him and sat down.

"Young Master wants to write a poem?" Li Xiuning looked at Yang Shuang and asked as if he was familiar.

She had already seen that Yang Shuang was the leader of the three.

Although this handsome monk was sitting in the main seat, when he appeared, the monk and the other person looked at Yang Shuang.

Yang Shuang couldn't figure out the origin of this woman, so she smiled and said, "I am just a writer. It was this wizard who wrote poems. His hand was injured and it was inconvenient to write."

Master Bian Yi nodded, then picked up the teacup with his right hand and took a sip of tea.

Li Jing immediately stretched out his foot and stepped on Bian Yi. This guy did it on purpose.

"So that's it!" Li Xiuning did not expose it, but looked at Bian Yi and asked, "Where is the mage? I don't know the title of honor?"

"Amitabha, I am a monk Bian Yi! I came from the east of the Great Sui Dynasty, made friends with these two brothers, and visited Chang'an of the Tang Dynasty together. How dare I ask the girl's name?" Bian Yi asked.

Li Xiuning smiled and said, "Ning Xiu is here!"

At this time, Yang Shuang had already started writing poetry.

Li Xiuning couldn't help but glance at him. When he saw him, his eyes could no longer be removed and he was attracted by the small calligraphy of hairpin written by Yang Shuang.
Chapter completed!