When the great poet appears, the atmosphere bursts instantly.

Guo Ziyi's eyes turned, and he pulled Li Bai to his side, and asked in a low voice: "Brother Li, ask you something. If I get you a jar of fine wine, can you write ten poems in a row..."

Li Bai was smart, turned around and looked at the lantern in front of the brothel, and smiled and said, "Do you want to win a lottery?"

Guo Ziyi laughed and said without hesitation: "Brother, I am from the countryside. I have never seen what gold looks like in my life. How about Brother Li, do you have the confidence to help me win this game?"

Li Bai scratched his head and wondered: "But the song you just now is very good, you have a chance to win the competition yourself."

Guo Ziyi sighed and said, "A rough person like me can only copy poems everywhere, such as the one just now, is actually a poem by my wife."

Li Bai was stunned and said, "Your wife? Such a talent?"

Guo Ziyi hurriedly said: "She can only make one song, and she can't do it any more."

Li Bai thought for a while and said with a smile: "This is true. Poetry is about spiritual charm. There are thousands of poets in the world, and all the best sentences are obtained. Only I, Lao Li, are different. I don't need to think about it when I write poetry..."

Guo Ziyi was extremely surprised and said, "In other words, brother, can you really write ten poems in a row?"

Li Bai raised his head proudly and opened his mouth and asked only two words: "Where is the wine?"

Guo Ziyi quickly turned his head and looked at Li Guangbi and others. Li Guangbi immediately turned around, raised his foot and started running, shouting: "Don't worry, brother, at most half a cup of tea, I'll go home and get the wine."

Previously, Lanling Town produced fine wine and transported it to Chang'an City three cars, one car was given to Li Bai and one car to Zhang Jiuling. As for the last car, it existed at Li Guangbi's home.

And the last car is a top-notch wine, all of which are called "Paradise".

Superb, excellent.

After not much effort, Li Guangbi ran back with sweat all over. The guy was holding a huge wine jar in his arms, and it seemed that the style was at least ten kilograms.

Guo Ziyi took the wine jar and slapped the mud open. In an instant, the fragrance of wine overflowed, and countless people were talking to each other in front of the brothel.

A gleam flashed in Guo Ziyi's eyes, but she deliberately pretended to be rough on her mouth, laughing and said, "Brother Li, do you smell it? I'll ask you, how is this wine?"

Li Bai had long been obsessed and murmured: "It smells so fragrant and beautiful. What kind of wine is this? Why is it different from what I used to drink?"

Guo Ziyi laughed again and said, "This is a peerless wine, named it Paradise."

"A paradise?" Li Bai's face was full of longing.

Guo Ziyi nodded and said, "Three months ago, I once gave you a car of fine wine. The wine is called Zuiwolanling, which belongs to the earliest category to be launched. Although it is also a good wine, it is not a perfect wine."

Li Bai hurriedly said, "So that is to say, this paradise is a perfect place?"

Guo Ziyi suddenly handed the jar of wine and stuffed it directly into Li Bai's hand, saying, "Is it a prudent wine? Brother, please taste it yourself. But let's talk first, you have to write ten poems for me."

Li Bai was not afraid of writing poetry at all.

But when I saw this wine nanny holding the wine jar, I first lowered my head and sniffed it deeply, and suddenly my whole body changed my spirit and suddenly felt a sense of a profound and shady momentum.

"Hahahaha, good wine!"

Before I could drink the wine, I just sniffed it. The great poet was already majestic and suddenly turned his head to look at the woman in green and said heroically: "I dare to ask what the second lamp fan is?"

The woman in green quickly spoke and said, "It's a coincidence, it's just wine."

"Hahahaha, OK!"

Li Bai laughed to the sky and drank with a jar of wine.

The next moment, the poem is like a surging river...

‘You don’t see the water of the Yellow River coming from the sky, flowing to the sea and never returning. You don’t see the water of the high hall, and the white hair is sad, like blue hair in the morning, and the evening turns into snow.’

good!

The audience was filled with cheers.

But seeing Li Bai drink another sip, he laughed at the sky and continued to say with a loud voice: "You must be happy in life, don't let the golden cup empty against the moon. I am born with my talents, and I will come again after all the money is gone..."

A grand song about to enter the wine, and the heroic and free voice was the audience.

Suddenly, Yang Yuhuan's eyes flashed and he slowly stood up and said, "I am the wife of Lanling County Magistrate. This kind of Lanling wine is my property. I will see Li Hanlin drinking heroically tonight. I suddenly have a poem to pay my respects."

Wow!

The whole audience was in an uproar.

A poem fight.

This is a fighting poem.

Someone couldn't help but speak in a low voice and said in surprise: "Where does this woman come from? How dare she fight with Li Hanlin?"

Someone immediately said to her, "Didn't you hear that? She said she was the wife of Lanling County Magistrate."

"Lanling County Magistrate? Can Xiaoxiao County Magistrate marry a talented woman?"

"It's not certain whether she is a talented woman, but it's certain that this woman is smart. She stood up to fight with Li Hanlin, clearly trying to promote her own wine."

"Hey, it seems to be true. After this grand event tonight, there will probably be a good story. At that time, the name of Lanling's fine wine will become more well-known."

"Shh, don't talk, look, that woman is about to start."

As they were talking, Yang Yuhuan slowly stepped forward, Guo Ziyi was carefully supported by him, while Li Guangbi and others were protecting him.

In front of everyone, Yang Yuhuan spoke slowly:

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

The whole room was silent.

Throughout the ages, there are two peerless poems that start with wine. If you want to compare with Li Bai's "Add to the Wine" by Su Shi, you must take out the head of this water tune from Su Shi.

Although it is the form of a ci, there were actually Ci in the Tang Dynasty, so it did not seem abrupt, but instead felt extremely stunning.

"Hahahaha, OK!"

Li Bai is worthy of being Li Bai. After drinking, he became very proud and gave him a thumbs up, obviously praising Yang Yuhuan.

Suddenly he looked at the woman in green again, and asked with a long smile: "What is the third lamp fan?"

In this situation, guessing the lantern fans are already a path, and fighting poetry is the wonderful thing for the audience. We will create a good story tonight.

So the woman in green did not hesitate and directly said the answer of the lamp fan, saying, "The third lamp fan is a knight. The little woman hopes that Li Hanlin will make a perfect statement, and also hopes that the wife of Lanling County Magistrate will make another good sentence."

"Hahahaha, it turns out that the third most important writer is to write the hero."

Li Bai raised the wine jar and sipped it hard. The so-called immortal in wine and a hundred poems about drinking. He is not long-winded at all. Opening his mouth is a great sentence for eternity:

Zhao Keman and Hu Ying, Wu Gou are frosted and snowy.

The silver saddle shines on the white horse, as cool as a meteor.

Kill one person in ten steps, and do not stay for a thousand miles.

After the matter, I left, and hid my name and I...

...

A song about a hero's journey, and the whole scene was full of needles. No one dared to cheer at this time, for fear of disturbing the thoughts of the people who fought the poem.

Everyone looked at Yang Yuhuan.

In front of everyone, Yang Yuhuan smiled casually and said, "I am a woman and can't make a grand poem, but when I marry a wife, my life's happiness lies with my husband. My husband is a great man in the world. Although he is a county magistrate for the time being, I firmly believe that he can become the pillar of the country."

"When I was moved by this, I wrote a poem, not to fight with Brother Li, but to encourage my husband."

When Yang Yuhuan said this, he looked at Guo Ziyi with a soft look, then slowly spoke and recited the third poem:

"Why don't a man bring Wu Gou and collect the fifty states of Guanshan Mountain? Please go to Lingyun Pavilion temporarily, as a scholar, Wanhuhou."

It's both appropriate and equal.

The people in the audience were no longer surprised, but turned into a shock and incredible situation.

No one can believe that there are people in this world who can compete with Li Bai, not only in the poem, but also in the same position.

But at this moment, Guo Ziyi suddenly laughed and said, "Brother Li, your poems are very good, magnificent, heroic and free. My wife is also very powerful, and every poem is comparable to yours. This made me suddenly feel inspired and I couldn't help but want to participate. How about it, Brother Li, do you dare to take the challenge of our couple?"

Li Bai was excited.

He laughed wildly in the wine jar, and shouted to the sky: "Ah, this is the best way to live. Brother Guo, please write a song for brother to listen to."

Guo Ziyi took a step forward and said loudly: "Brother, the poem you wrote is a knight, and the poem my wife wrote is a marquis. Then I will take a win and try some of the battles."

Everyone was stunned.

Everyone can hear Guo Ziyi’s grammatical problems. How many songs are there? Not one song?

What does it mean?

Who do you think you are!

Li Hanlin was able to drink hundreds of poems because he was known as the immortal in wine.

Your wife can write three poems in a row because she is so beautiful that she is a talented woman. But can you do this? Can you write poems with a rough man who speaks of me?

However, the next moment, all the doubters were confused.

I saw Guo Ziyi laughing again and suddenly took a step forward, and his voice rolled, like a thunderbolt:

"When you are drunk, you can see the sword with a lamp, and you will dream of blowing the horns and camps. You can split your troops under your command for 800 miles, and you can turn the sound of the 50 strings. You can shoot the soldiers on the battlefield in autumn..."
To be continued...