The Great Song Dynasty: the First Talented Woman in the Beginning Flickered Through the Ages

Li Qingzhao was speechless, this person was wretched, his preface didn't match his post, and his behavior was vulgar.

How could Yang Yi mix with him? What does this fan mean? I'm afraid it's not a good thing to say from this person's mouth. Don't bring Yang Yi down.

She nodded lightly in response.

Li Qingzhao said to Yang Yi: "The time has come, the poetry festival is about to start, let's go in."

Yang Yi nodded, pleaded guilty to Cai Dun, and followed Li Qingzhao inside.

Cai Dun's face was bewildered. He didn't expect that the guy he was talking to was really a real master.

Li Qingzhao was obviously very famous in the Poetry Society. Although he was younger than these people, all the people he passed by looked at him with admiration.

As for Yang Yi, it's not so good.

If eyes can kill, then he is afraid that he will be cut by a thousand swords now.

This was the first time that Li Qingzhao led a man into the poetry club.

Walking to the door, a man came out, wearing a black narrow-sleeved gold embroidered robe, a red and white jade belt around his waist, a white jade waistband, and a jade scarf on his head. He was very handsome. He saw Li Qingzhao. Eyes lit up.

Gently said: "Qingzhao, you are here."

Li Qingzhao bowed slightly.

"Master Zhao."

Zhao Mingcheng smiled and glanced at Yang Yi inadvertently.

"Who is this?"

Yang Yi said indifferently: "Yang Yi is here."

Zhao Mingcheng thought about it carefully, there should be no big man named Yang in Bianjing.

He played with his taste: "Which family's son is Brother Yang?"

Yang Yi chuckled and said, "Could it be that this poetry club depends on family background?"

Li Qingzhao frowned slightly, and said with some dissatisfaction with Zhao Mingcheng: "Why did Mr. Zhao say such a thing?"

At this time, she believed the fortune-teller's words a little more.

Zhao Mingcheng's heart was stunned, he didn't find Li Qingzhao to value Yang Yi so much, he cupped his hands and said: "It's a slip of the tongue, but the poetry club doesn't value family background, but it values ​​literary talents and clear photos. If everyone can enter, then the threshold of this Haitang Courtyard Wouldn't it make people step on it?"

Yang Yi narrowed his eyes, this fellow seems to have some opinions on him, his surname is Zhao?Could it be...

PS: Daily seeking flowers, collection, flowers, collection of flowers, collection.

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Chapter [-] Zhao Mingcheng's heart is bitter

Yang Yi naturally wouldn't stand behind a woman, he frowned and then asked, "What do you want, Young Master Zhao?"

Zhao Mingcheng was stagnant, and secretly said in his heart: This person is really a madman who does not understand etiquette.

He said indifferently: "This is a grand meeting for literati, and those who are idle are not allowed to enter. If Brother Yang wants to enter, I will give you a few entrance questions. If you answer it, Brother Yang can naturally enter."

This statement is reasonable and well-founded, and there is nothing wrong with it.

The people around nodded secretly, and many little girls' eyes flowed, and the water was dripping out of her beauty.

Zhao Mingcheng's father, Zhao Tingzhi, was serving as a servant under Zuo Chengzhong's book at this time.

From an extraordinary family background, Zhao Mingcheng has a handsome appearance and an elegant complexion.

It's no wonder that these little ladies have rippling hearts.

Although Li Qingzhao was annoyed that Zhao Mingcheng was so embarrassed, there was nothing wrong with what he said. Of course, there was another reason why Li Qingzhao had confidence in Yang Yi.

Zhancha has a hundred words long, neat rhythm, and amazing weather, which is why she has to sigh.

Yang Yi's expression was indifferent, even if Zhao Mingcheng made things difficult, he didn't care at all, so many people's eyes lit up with such audacity.

Yang Yi stretched out his hand and said, "Young Master Zhao, please come up with a question."

Zhao Mingcheng pondered for a while, looked at the young man in front of him and said, "The first question is to start with the couplet. The second crossing at the south bridge head is like a shuttle, and the splendid flowers in the river are woven across the river."

Zhao Mingcheng has a lot of knowledge in the end. After a little thought, the couplet opened his mouth.

Everyone pondered, Li Qingzhao raised his eyebrows, this connection was not difficult for her, and she wondered if Yang Yi would be able to get it right, but she had a vague expectation in her heart.

Yang Yi's expression did not change, he paced back and forth a few steps and said, "A tower at the end of the west bank is like a pen, writing articles in the sky."

Li Qingzhao rubbed his palms and smiled: "Good confrontation, good mood."

There was a lot of discussion around, and obviously he didn't expect this shabby boy to be so quick-witted.

Zhao Mingcheng's expression did not change, but he was slightly surprised.

He didn't expect Yang Yi to answer so quickly.

He pondered for a long time this time, until Yang Yi was a little impatient, and then slowly said: "Young Master Yang is quick in thinking, I still have a couplet here, take two rivers, make eight formations, six out and seven captures, five zhang original lanterns forty-nine A cup, only to repay three wishes."

As soon as this couplet came out, even Li Qingzhao was slightly surprised. This couplet contains all [-], [-], [-], [-], [-], [-], [-], [-], [-] in it. It's not that difficult. It might be difficult to get it out in a short period of time.

Moreover, this is still under the watchful eyes of the public, and if the psychological quality is slightly poorer, I am afraid that they will be in chaos, not to mention the couplet.