"Sister Qingzhao, please don't be angry. Young Master Zhao is just thinking about the poetry gathering." Yang Yi smiled.”
Seeing his warm smile, Li Qingzhao somehow calmed down, as if his smile had the power to infect people.
After all, she was a well-educated and virtuous Li Qingzhao. She immediately adjusted her attitude and returned to her calm appearance. However, she was a little more distant from Zhao Mingcheng.
Zhao Mingcheng felt bitter in his heart. He didn't know what was wrong with him today, but he had lost his sense of propriety.
Yang Yi was the good guy, but he was the bad guy.
Yang Yi was only sixteen or seventeen years old, about the same age as Li Qingzhao, and she was three years older than her.
Zhao Mingcheng became more and more wary of Yang Yi, treating him as a mortal enemy.
Yang Yi didn't know what Zhao Mingcheng was thinking. Even if he knew, he didn't care. Zhao Tingzhi would meet the King of Hell in a few years. How long could Zhao Mingcheng still be alive?
"Since Young Master Zhao has chosen the divination operator as the title, I, Yang, am not talented. Here is a divination operator to encourage you."”
Zhao Mingcheng was stunned for a moment before sneering. Did Yang Yimo think that writing poetry was as easy as eating and drinking?
The words that came out in a hurry were probably unbearable to hear.
Yang Yi ignored the surprised, expectant, and mocking gazes around him and took two steps forward."This poem of mine is called 'Ode to Plum Blossom' by Bu Suanzi."
He stood still, his body tall and straight like a towering mountain. His brows were furrowed, and his eyes were deep. He was like a modest gentleman who had walked out from ancient times, filled with a classic and elegant temperament.
Yang Yi chanted softly,"Outside the station, by the broken bridge, loneliness opens without a master." It's already dusk, I'm sad alone, more wind and rain.
I have no intention of fighting for spring, but I let the crowd envy me. Scattered into mud and ground into dust, only the fragrance remains.”
The huge courtyard was dead silent!
The image of a plum blossom in the snow, unyielding and proud, appeared in everyone's mind.
Many people looked at the pale Zhao Mingcheng playfully.
There was a hidden meaning behind these words.
Zhao Mingcheng's lips trembled, but he didn't say anything in the end.
He knew that he had done well for this masterpiece.
When future generations read this poem, they would know that in the first year of Jingguo in the Song Dynasty, Yang Yi wrote this poem because he made things difficult for him.
Li Qingzhao clapped his hands and praised,"A classic poem from the ages. It's not bad even when compared to the Grand Scholar Su."”
The surrounding crowd was filled with praises. The eyes of those gorgeously dressed young ladies were charming, and their faces all blushed.
Yang Yi smiled and said,"I have another phrase for everyone to appreciate."”
What?
Everyone was shocked. The article was naturally written, and it was obtained by coincidence. Could it be that Yang Yi wanted to write another poem?
Cao Zijian's seven steps to compose a poem and his name was passed down through the ages was already extremely impressive.
Yang Yi was proud of himself for composing an ancient term in such a short period of time. The standard of this second poem should not be as good as the first.
Everyone had their own thoughts. Zhao Mingcheng's face turned green and red. He reluctantly cupped his hands and said,"Young Master Yang, please."
Yang Yi's expression was calm as he looked at Li Qingzhao and said,"The wind and rain send spring back, and the snow welcomes the spring. It was already a hundred feet of ice on the cliff, and there were still beautiful flowers.
Beauty does not fight for spring, but only reports spring. When the mountain flowers were blooming, she smiled in the bushes.”
When he reached the end, he winked at Li Qingzhao.
Li Qingzhao's fair face seemed to be smeared with a layer of red rouge as he turned his head to avoid Yang Yi's gaze.
His heart trembled. This person was so rude. First, he called her sister in public, and now... Again.
She had mixed feelings in her heart as she silently mulled over Yang Yi's words.
He was using flowers as an analogy. The previous poem was about himself, and this one was about
Thinking of the evil smile Yang Yi gave him when he winked at him, his heart trembled, but he did not dare to think about why Yang Yi would do that.
"Good lyrics, good lyrics!"
A gasp of admiration came from the crowd.
This person had a fat head, big ears, white and fat, and was dressed in brocade clothes. The fat on his body trembled. It was Cai Dun.
When Cai Dun saw everyone looking over, he said even more proudly,""Brother Yang is extremely talented, and his words are like a fountain.”
Zhao Mingcheng's face darkened. He was angered by the fatty's words, but he sighed and cupped his hands.""Young Master Yang, please."
Cai Dun studied with him at the Imperial College, and the two of them had a grudge against each other because of their family backgrounds.
Zhao Tingzhi and Cai Jing were fighting for power, so their juniors naturally weren't any better.
Seeing Zhao Mingcheng give in, Yang Yi was delighted and walked into the inner courtyard with Li Qingzhao.
In his previous life, he had a deep grudge against Zhao Mingcheng. Now that he saw Zhao Mingcheng's face turn green and red, how could he not feel good?
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