Carefree Prince In Tang Dynasty

The young man took the hydrangea and bowed his hand in the direction of Chen Youlan, saying: "Xiaosheng admits that he can't make a poem as good as that young man for a while, so he won't be ashamed, and he will only increase his laughter. Congratulations on this good poem!" After finishing speaking, he happily picked up the wine glass and drank three consecutive cups in a very free and easy manner.

Li Xin saw that his wine glass was not small, and at first he was a little worried that the child's liver would not be able to tolerate so much alcohol. But then I think about it, yes, this is not Erguotou, at most it is just a drink that tastes like alcohol. What is there to worry about? He shook his head silently and drank a cup of tea.

The teenager admits defeat very simply and speaks beautifully. Therefore, no one at the scene felt that there was any problem with him doing this, but they nodded their heads, and seemed to admire him a little. After that, the boy gave the hydrangea in his hand to someone close to him. That person also learned a lot. He bowed his hand to Chen Youlan's direction, drank three cups in a row, and handed the hydrangea to someone else.

It was a shame to admit defeat, but losing to Chen Youlan's "Being for a Clever" is not so shameful to be honest. As for fine wine or something, as long as it is called "good poetry congratulation", it can become a matter of grace and pleasure. Therefore, everyone who received the hydrangea finally consciously drinks three glasses, and then smiles and gives the hydrangea to others.

Seeing this, Miss Xiuxiu smiled happily in the attic. A good poem was published at the poem meeting she presided over, and no one of the literati at the scene dared to write again. Such a tortuous plot is obviously more eye-catching and easier to be talked about by people than simply a good poem. Disseminate authentically. She knew that she was not far from success.

In the hall, the hydrangea was continuously passed, and soon passed to Qin Huaiyu's hands. He was not polite. He drank six glasses of wine in a row. Then he said without blushing and breathlessly: "Brother Chen, I can't make it. Your poem is worth six glasses of wine."

Chen Youlan was very excited. In fact, when she saw one after another literati surrendering in front of her, she was already excited. She knew that her poem was very good, but she didn't expect such a plot to happen, and her heart was beating, as if someone was beating the drum hard.

This feeling of being recognized is really great. But Chen Youlan was not happy for long. In fact, she was only happy for a moment. Because it suddenly occurred to her that she is just a woman, no matter how talented she is, what use is it? Isn't it about marrying a foolish dude?

Thinking of this, Chen Youlan glanced at Li Xin. Li Xin just took the hydrangea from Qin Huaiyu and smiled at her.

Chen Youlan curled his lips.

Logically speaking, every time someone receives a hydrangea, the maids should bring paper and pen to the person to serve. But since the hydrangea was passed all the way just now, no one asked for paper and pen, and all chose to drink bachelor. They were too happy to be lazy, and stood aside.

Unexpectedly, Li Xin did not choose to drink after receiving the hydrangea. Instead, he stretched out his hand to the maid on the side and said boldly, "Get paper and pen!"

As soon as this remark came out, the otherwise noisy atmosphere in the hall suddenly quieted down. Everyone looked at Li Xin who had said this, with hostility and disdain faintly in his eyes-shit, we all surrendered, and you honestly followed suit. Isn't it good to complete a good story? I have to jump out and ask for paper and pen, why? Demon? You just think you are better than us? I want to see what bad poems you can write!

It is by no means a few who have such thoughts in their hearts. I am afraid that almost all of the literati present are waiting to see Li Xin's good show. In fact, even the maid who came to Li Xin holding a pen and paper thought so.

No way, human nature is like this. To be a different person is to bear the eyes of others-you are admired after success, and you are also laughed at after failure.

Li Xin understood the mentality of other people, but he didn't want to pay attention to it. He just lightly accepted the paper and pen handed by the maid, and nodded slightly as a thank you.

Flattening the paper on the table, Li Xin was about to write, but suddenly stopped. Because he remembered an important thing.

Chen Youlan looked at him strangely and asked, "What's the matter? Why didn't you write?"

The whispering gradually increased, and from time to time I could hear one or two yin and yang weird "write! You write quickly".

Li Xin's expression was a bit awkward. To be honest, he has always overlooked one thing before: he can't write!

Of course, as an engineering student at a key university in the 21st century, Li Xin is definitely able to write. Even if he uses a computer to type too much later, he often forgets his pen, but he is by no means to the point where he can't write.

The reason is simple: he can write all simplified characters, not Tang Dynasty characters at all.

In fact, the Tang Dynasty characters are almost exactly the same as the traditional characters of later generations. In the following thousand years of history, almost no major changes have occurred, and they have been passed down as they were. This is the unique charm of Chinese characters. As a person who loves traditional culture, although Li Xin can read traditional characters without pressure, at the writing level, he can only write three or two familiar characters at most, and some strokes are not sure, so he writes forcibly. If it is, I’m afraid it’s likely to be wrong.

Is it too embarrassing to write a typo in full view?

Li Xin had a faint feeling of riding a tiger.

"What's the matter?" Chen Youlan asked when Li Xin didn't answer.

Li Xin glanced at her, then handed the pen in front of her and whispered, "My handwriting is really ugly, and it's a bit embarrassing after I write it out. Let me dictate it, and you can write it.

Chen Youlan did not refuse, but suspiciously took the pen, silently moved the paper in front of Li Xin to him, and then glanced at Li Xin, indicating that he could start quickly.

Li Xin cleared his throat, and slowly opened his mouth in the very unkind eyes of everyone: "The name of the poem, Qixi Festival."

Chen Youlan wrote the word "Chinese Valentine's Day" on the paper in her beautiful lower letters. From time to time, someone else chuckled and said, "This name is a bit too common. How can it compare with'Qiao Qiao'?"

"Chinese Valentine's Day" and "Qiao Qiao" were originally two titles for the same festival. Can this be distinguished?

Li Xin rolled his eyes silently, and then said the first sentence of the poem: "Yanxiao, Weiyue, and long sky..."

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