"Damn it, third sister, who made that poem?"

"Did you say the song hanged in the hall?" Li Yulan said: "That was written by the father. This is definitely the best seven-grabbing poem I have ever heard. I am afraid that only a husband in this world can do it like a father.

Poetry comes!"

Qin Mo smiled bitterly, this is what he did!

Then the question is.

Where did Li Shilong hear this poem?

Made it yourself?

Isn’t this a mess?

He has only made this poem for one person.

That is Xiao Miaozhen!

He knew that Xiao Miao was really the Dharma name, and it was definitely not the woman's real name.

He was worried about how to find her.

But unexpectedly, I encountered a clue here.

At that moment, he thought a lot.

"Sister, I can't make such a good Qijie poem as my father!"

At this time, Li Lizhen ran over and said, "Brother-in-law, you are back. Have you seen the Qiqiao words made by the father? If you drink some wine, you will definitely be able to make Qiqiao words that are comparable to your father."

As soon as these words were said, many people looked in the direction of Qin Mo.

"That, I can't do poetry, don't mess with me!" Qin Mo waved his hands repeatedly.

Although Li Yue was still a little angry, he was his brother after all. He hurriedly said, "Sixth Sister, forget it, although the drunk Yanzi is full of talent, he is not good for his health, and may aggravate his soul-leaving disease.

You also know that he beat Duke Qin at the court meeting last time. I am afraid that he will beat himself if he gets worse!"

When Li Lizhen heard this, she also felt it made sense, "Well, brother-in-law, body is the most important!"

But I feel a little regretful. Qiqiao Festival, who doesn’t want to hear what amazing poems the drunken poet can make?

At this moment, a man came over and said, "Qin Mo, I want to challenge you!"

"Half ache?" Qin Mo was a little surprised. This guy hasn't shown up for a long time. "You are sick, why are you challenging me?"

During these days, Du Youwei locked himself at home and studied every day. Sometimes, in order to write a poem, he thought of a satisfactory poem and did not sleep all night.

He just wants to prove that he is no worse than Qin Mo in his poetry!

"If you win, the name of the Immortal Poetry is true. If you lose, you will no longer call yourself the Immortal Poetry Poetry!"

"You are really sick. When did I say I am a poet? That's what they said!

If you want the title of Poetry Immortal, just take it, let alone Poetry Immortal, Poetry God, Poetry Saint!"

Qin Mo's indifferent look made Du Youwei feel particularly angry, "You have been ignorant since childhood, so why do you have to express your flowers? Each poem is a quatrain that has been famous for thousands of years.

A scholar like us who have been hanging his head and stinging his thighs since we were young, but we have been desperately asking for a good sentence but cannot get it. Why?”

Du Youwei's words attracted everyone's attention.

Everyone surrounded them.

Li Yue said: "Du Youwei, why do you have to face the challenge when you challenge Jing Yun?"

"Just because he is a drunk poet, and because he is a poet and a poet named an exiled immortal, since he has endured this title, he must stand the test!"

Du Youwei sneered: "You can't accept it, then you will become a coward poet from now on!"

Qin Mo was also speechless, "I'm just a big deal, I'm lower than you!

If I want to compare, I will also compare with my father. Look at my father's poem "Seven Secrets" which is definitely a quatrain for the ages.

Are you worthy?”

As soon as these words were said, no one felt that there was any problem.

After all, Qin Mo's title of drunken poetic immortal was not in vain.

That is what everyone agrees with.

Li Shilong also came over, and the crowd automatically separated a path, "Forget it, Jing Yun, body is the most important thing. This song of Magpie Bridge Immortal was also something I got by chance. Such a delicate word is not what I am good at!"

Qin Mo's eyelids twitched, "I'll just say that most of the poems written by his father are grand, how could it be so obsessed!

The one who can make such poems is either a delicate woman or a lover!"

"You are right. This is indeed done by a talented woman. However, she is indifferent to fame and fortune and doesn't care about these things. I cherish her talent and cannot bear the burial of this eternal word, so I wrote it down for everyone to appreciate!"

Li Shilong was not embarrassed to take Xiao Yurou's words for himself, which was also a prelude to Xiao Yurou's future rise.

Qin Mo's heart beats wildly. Li Shilong has contacted Xiao Miaozhen?

And looking at Li Shilong's expression, I didn't know that he made this word.

"Father, who is this female gentleman?" Qin Mo pretended to be curious.

"This, let's talk about it later!" Li Shilong looked at Du Youwei and said, "I know you are a talented person. If you can match this Magpie Bridge Fairy, what if I named you the King of Poetry and Ci?"

Du Youwei didn't care about King Ci and King Shi. He just wanted to defeat Qin Mo, but he didn't dare to refuse when His Majesty spoke, so he said, "Yes, Your Majesty!"

Everyone looked at him, and Li Xin was quite confident in Du Youwei. If Du Youwei could become the King of Poetry or the King of Ci, it would be of great help to him.

Du Youwei pondered for a moment and recited: "The long silver and Han blocked the two stars, and the slightest way back was green.

Tears lightly shed lightly and drizzled down, and prayed in a low voice to the green tung.

Don’t think that meeting each other in the sky is better than seeing one another in the mortal world.

I would like to ask if my old friend is safe, and the fairy concubine ignores the raven and stops!"

"Okay, not bad!" Li Xin said with a touch of his hand: "Although it is not a quatrain of eternal times, it is also a rare masterpiece!"

Everyone also cheered.

Li Shilong said: "Although it's good, it's still not as good as this Magpie Bridge Fairy!"

Du Youwei smiled and said again: "It's not that Jiaqi Magpie is misinformed, but now there is a heartbroken immortal.

The night of joy is filled with needles and hatred, and the sky of separation is filled with joy.

It should be sighed that the thin frost has added to the temples, and it is difficult to bear the tears and talk about the years.

The golden wind and jade dew make the clear charm, who is waiting for the full moon in front of the corridor?"

"This poem is good, a good sentence, who is waiting for the full moon in front of the corridor!" Li Shilong also nodded. Du Youwei is quite talented. "This poem is still not a quatrain for the ages, but it can be a masterpiece for a century and is called a poem.

King, you can’t hold back. If you are not weak, just be a little poem king!”

Although Du Youwei failed to challenge Qin Mo successfully, he was awarded the title of King of Songs, which was also a great encouragement to him.

Just as he was about to thank him, Qin Mo laughed out loud, "That's right, is it worthy of being the Little Poetry King? Father, are we Daqian no longer literati? Just these two poems are worthy of them?"

"Qin Mo, you bully people too much!" Du Youwei's face turned red, "Since you look down on me so much, let's make a poem that convinces me!"

"I remember we made a bet before. You said you lost and turned around when you saw me. Now you are here to challenge me again, so I am too lazy to bet on a bet with a villain like you who is untrustworthy!

Well, just write a poem so as not to let the villain steal the title of Little Poetry King. Although I am not knowledgeable and don’t care about these things, I don’t want to be compared with people like you!”
Chapter completed!