"Alright! I don't care."
Li Yi shrugged.
He knew that the King of Zhao's side would not be satisfied.
Seeing Li Yi write a poem, Cui-er felt as if she had found a way out of a desperate situation.
Just as she was secretly rejoicing in her heart and thanking Li Yishi non-stop.
Mother Luo's words made Cui 'er feel as if she had fallen into an ice cellar.
"Going back on your word, do you still have any shame?”
Seeing that the woman she loved was about to escape, who knew that Mother Luo and the other people on the King of Zhao's side would actually shamelessly renege on their debts. Du He immediately couldn't help but stand up and curse.
"That's right!"
"That's right!"
"Xiaoxiang Restaurant broke its promise and doesn't care about its image in the eyes of the customers at all?”
Wei Shuwan, Gao Chunxing, and Fang Jun also cursed, not showing any weakness.
"Four young masters, didn't you see that this little master who is involved in this matter has agreed? What are you guys still doing here?”
Mother Luo ignored the objections of the four of them. A cold smile appeared on her mean face.
At this moment, Ming Jincai, who was very unwilling, said,"You and I will compete again. Each of us will write five poems. The winner will win based on quality. The winner will get a chance to spend a night with Miss Cui Er, and the loser will quit. Do you dare?”
Li Yi nodded calmly." Alright, no problem. Come on."”
"You first or me?"”
Ming Jincai didn't believe that Li Yi would be able to create a poem like the " Thinking of Separation " that could be passed down for generations.
He thought that Li Yi's " Thinking of Separation " was written by Li Yi in a flash of inspiration.
He didn't believe that Li Yi would be able to write another poem of that quality.
Li Yi said," No matter who comes first, it's not fair. Let's just come together!"”
Only then did Ming Jin recall the fear he felt when he was dominated by Li Yi's terrifying speed of composing poems. He still had lingering fears.
However, his thoughts were the same as before.
He also thought that Li Yi was lucky to be able to compose a poem with a flick of his finger. If Li Yi were to do it all over again, he wouldn't be able to produce such a stunning performance.
Therefore, Ming Jincai was not afraid. He nodded and agreed,"Alright, that's it."
He heard that Li Yi and Ming Jincai had agreed to compete again, and they were going to write poems at the same time.
Many of the guests who had just been convinced by Li Yi could not help but worry for him.
Although Li Yi had easily defeated Ming Jincai, what if Li Yi was lucky?
Du He, Wei Shuwan, Fang Jun, and Gao Chunxing were extremely nervous and worried for Li Yi.
What if Li Yi was able to defeat Ming Jincai just now? That would be luck!
In that case, Cui Er's fate would be tragic.
Meanwhile, Prince Zhao, Li Yuanjing, and Mama Luo sneered.
They didn't believe that Li Yi would be lucky enough to win with just one poem. If they continued to write five poems, Li Yi would still win.
Thus, in the midst of everyone's different thoughts, the match between Li Yi and Ming Jincai began.
Ming Jincai habitually paced back and forth with his hands behind his back, thinking about the poem in his mind.
However, Li Yi just stood there and looked at the surrounding guests.""After thinking hard, I composed a song called 'I Live at the Head of the Yangtze River' for everyone to enjoy.”
Hearing Li Yi's words, everyone's eyes widened.
It was as if he had seen a ghost.
Think hard?
Are you sure you're thinking hard?
This was clearly something that came out of his mouth!
Ming Jincai's mind was racing, and he was thinking hard about his poem. He felt that he would definitely be able to compose his first poem before Li Yi, but he slipped and almost fell to the ground.
Fortunately, he was quick and steady, so he did not embarrass himself in front of everyone.
Regardless of what everyone was thinking, Li Yi began to recite the poem he had copied:
I live at the head of the Yangtze River, and you live at the tail of the Yangtze River.
I miss you every day, but I can't see you. I drink the Yangtze River together.
When will this water stop, when will this regret end?
I only hope that your heart is like mine, and I won't let down my longing.
While Li Yi was reciting the poem, a beautiful and dreamy scene appeared in the minds of everyone on the third floor of Xiao Xiang Restaurant.
The youth lived in the upper reaches of the Yangtze River, while the woman lived at the bottom of the river. Young men and young women, but they could not meet each other. Young men and young women…Drinking the same river and green water, the two love each other.
When the endless river dried up, when would the bitter hatred of parting disappear? He only hoped that the young girl's heart would be like the young man's, and that she would not let down the young man's infatuated love.
The young man and woman in the poem were obviously referring to the poet himself and the woman he loved.
Just as everyone heaved a sigh of relief and woke up from the scene in their minds, they were shocked that Li Yi had written another famous poem that could be passed down through the ages.
Li Yi, who had just stopped, spoke again,""After much thought, I composed another song,'Red Beans'.”
Li Yiyin said,"
Red beans grow in the south, spring to a few branches.
I hope you can pick more, this is the most nostalgic.
Just as the guests were lost in Red Bean's poetry, Li Yi continued,""After pondering for a while, I composed a 'Three Five Seven Characters' for everyone to appreciate.”
The autumn wind is clear, the autumn moon is bright,
The fallen leaves gather and scatter, and the jackdaw perches and is frightened again.
When will we meet again? Now this night is embarrassing.
Come into my lovesickness door, know my lovesickness pain,
I long for you, oh, oh, I long for you, oh, oh, oh
If I had known it would be so difficult, why didn't I know it at the beginning?
"Think hard…"
In the end, Li Yi started with another sentence," Think hard." Everyone was about to break down.
If you can write poems so casually and easily like this, then what do you call other people's poems?
Was it as difficult as ascending to the heavens?
After that, Li Yi copied two more poems. They were " The Clever Cloud " and " Last Night's Stars and Last Night's Wind ". They were both famous love poems that were passed down through the ages.
"How is it? Do you still want to compete?"
After Li Yi recited five poems in a row, he looked at Ming Jincai with a smile.
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