Chapter 1203: 1 drunk 0 poem

The palace hall is brightly lit!
After Li Ziqi's pretty and soft figure stood up, it attracted everyone's attention, of course, because of her words, it was too domineering.
Say a seven-star master teacher is a cat and a dog?
It's so arrogant!
Li Xiu was startled, and hurriedly stopped: "Zi Qi, be polite!"
A seven-star master teacher who went to Datang was enough for the emperor's brother to personally meet the courtesy.
Li Ziqi didn't mean to apologize, so he stared at Cui Mingsheng blankly: "My master is unhappy, so I will confront him face-to-face. What is your ability to talk about slander behind your back?"
Other chatters also noticed the quarrel here and looked over, especially King Qi, and asked in a low voice.
"Vertical!"
Cui Mingsheng was furious, not to mention that he is now a 7-star. Since becoming a 6-star, no one has dared to talk to her like this.
"Zhuzi? Master Cui, do you like to rely on the old and sell the old so much?"
Li Ziqi snorted coldly: "Please see clearly, it is not a student who is standing in front of you at this moment, but a one-star teacher who is the same as you!"
Everyone remembered that Li Ziqi was still a famous teacher!
No way, she is too young to be associated with the title of Famed Teacher!
Cui Mingsheng's expression became even more ugly: "Even if your teacher is standing in front of me, he doesn't dare to speak such a wild word. Hasn't he taught you to respect the teacher?"
"Of course my teacher taught me, but he also taught me a word!"
Li Ziqi directly pushed back: "Some people, young and high-minded, forge ahead, and some people, living a hundred years old, are not as good as a dog!"
Hum!
Li Ziqi's body was filled with golden light, and then light spots sputtered.
Seeing this scene, many people exclaimed.
It turned out that Jin Yu's good words broke out, which means that Li Ziqi looked down on Cui Mingsheng from the bottom of his heart and could not understand the behavior of these people.
But you are too cruel, right?
It's really not a bit of affection left to curse people and explode golden sentences.
"you……"
Cui Ming's angry hands were shaking.
"Princess, don't you persuade her? It's a big trouble, but it's hard to clean up!"
Han Cangshui gloated over misfortune.
"..."
Li Xiu smiled bitterly. She knew how much her niece admired Sun Mo. Not to mention drinking, she became courageous, she was mad, even if she didn't drink, she had to go back.
"Two, calm down!"
Taifu Su became a peacemaker.
Cui Mingsheng, who had already exploded his lungs, was even more angry.
You old ghost, why don't you help me?
Isn't it because Li Ziqi's personal teacher is Sun Mo, you lick the dog, for the sake of others' gods, for the sake of others' Yukong Lingwen, you really don't have a face.
Not to blame Cui Ming for being angry.
Not to mention the famous teacher circle, in any industry, you must respect the elders, even if the newcomers are right, but you are arguing with the elders, you are already wrong.
But at this time, no famous teacher stood up and scolded Li Ziqi, even the few famous teachers who had complimented Cui Mingsheng just now.
Cui Mingsheng looked over, and they all curled their necks and looked away.
What can we do?
Although Famed Master Sun is young, he is already the Great Master of Spirit Rune, a figure of the master class, and if he provokes him, how can we still mix in the circle of Famed Masters in the future?
In terms of fame, Cui Mingsheng is not as good as Sun Mo!
Just look at the attitude of King Qi.
"Am I wrong?"
Cui Mingsheng's temper also came up: "If Sun Mo can make a good quatrain, why should he urinate and leave?"
Cui Mingsheng said so with confidence.
What is the most important thing about a famous teacher?
Fame!
Therefore, this kind of banquet in front of the palace, even the famous master Gao Xing will carefully prepare, waiting for a wave of fame, if the poems written by Sun Mo are good enough, why not show it?
If you are yourself, you have long since become a flying fairy from the outside world, making the entire audience gloomy.
In addition, Cui Mingsheng wrote a poem on Yuanxi in his early years, and it is still sung by singers. This is where his confidence lies.
Regardless of how Sun Mo wrote a lot of words in the Dream of Red Mansions, the best is only the upper-middle level, not reaching the level that has been passed down for thousands of years.
"What a joke, are you the roundworm in my teacher's belly? How do you know that he left the table with an excuse? He is tired from sitting, can't he go to rest for a while?"
Li Ziqi ridiculed: "Also, he doesn't write poetry. It's not that poetry can't do it. Instead, he always regards poetry as a trail and disdains to compete with others."
"Haha, poetry is a trail? Don't be so crazy. You have the ability to call Sun Mo back and let him recite a handed down piece!"
Cui Mingsheng ran on, he is also very smart, he will bite to death without arguing with you, and speak with his works.
"I just listened to your conversation, did you make a famous Yuanxi poem? Then I will give you one too!"
Li Ziqi grabbed the hip flask, took another sip, and then recited.
"Dongfeng night puts flowers and trees, and blows them down, the stars are like rain!"
As soon as this sentence came out, watching the lively guests, their expressions instantly straightened, and they listened attentively.
"BMW carved cars are all over the road, the phoenix flute sounds, the jade pot shines, and the fish and dragon dance overnight!"
The night breeze blew the small purse's clear and refined voice, like a jade, falling on everyone's eardrums.
Many people showed a look of intoxication, this sentence is really beautiful!
Be the best!
"The moth's snow willow golden strands, and the smile is full of fragrance. The crowd looked for him thousands of times, suddenly looking back, but the person is there, the lights are dim!"
Li Ziqi finished, and then the whole hall, the guests, the guards, and the maids and eunuchs, there were more than a thousand people, but at this time, there was no sound.
What is handed down?
Even uneducated people can feel that this poem is awesome, the artistic conception created by the text, and the charm that it emits, fresh and timeless, and lasting forever!
Every literate person is chewing every word of this word at this time.
"Peerless unparalleled!"
Li Xiu sighed and glanced at Han Cangshui. Do you want to see Sun Mo's joke?
Sorry, his excellence has surpassed ordinary people's perception.
Li Xuan looked embarrassed, the stronger Sun Mo was, the more lost he was, hating his own eyesight, and then hating Han Cangshui's mediocrity.
"This famous teacher, what do you think of my teacher's Yuanxi poem?"
Li Ziqi asked.
Cui Mingsheng flushed ashamed of being run.
how is it?
Let's just say it, this kind of word is not qualified to comment on it.
Just praise.
"Sun Mo, I, Gan Liniang, who has such a good poetry talent, why don't you show it off? What kind of big tail wolf?"
Cui Mingsheng arched his hands, got up and left the seat, hiding his face and walking away.
Seeing Li Ziqi's words, he was ashamed to leave a seven-star master teacher, Lu Zhiruo and Xian Yuwei immediately cried out.
"Master sister is so prestigious!"
Ying Baiwu pouted: "The teacher is so partial, I have never heard of these poems!"
"You follow the physical art route, what's the use of learning poetry?"
Helian Beibei comforted that he was not interested in these anyway.
Because only when they are full can they chant poems and compose leisurely, and as poor barbarians, their daily life is to find ways to fill their stomachs.
To make a town country poem, in the eyes of the barbarians, it is better to pick up a sheep.
"Although Famed Master Cui is a bit reliant on the old and sells the old, he still has the face!"
King Qi felt that Cui Mingsheng’s fault was to kick the iron plate: "Master Cui calms down, come back for a drink!"
With the ear power of a seven-star master teacher, this kind of call must be heard, but Cui Mingsheng just didn't hear it.
"I'll leave for me too!"
Taifu Su smiled bitterly: "As soon as Sun Mo came out, no one would dare to make an axe at the night shift gate of Shangyuan in the future. Cui Mingsheng's life will be "eternal."
Every year on the night of the Yuan Dynasty, Cui Mingsheng will definitely be pulled out to whip the corpse and become the object of teasing.
Li Ziqi did not expect that Cui Mingsheng would be so fast that the inventory in his stomach could not be poured out.
This won't work!
I want to let these people know today how brilliant my teacher is!
"Does anyone question my teacher?"
Li Ziqi asked, his eyes passed the audience.
The guests either smiled or looked away, none of them dared to look at them.
However, there are always people who do not believe in evil, such as Xia Taikang.
"Now in July, the Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, so please give your Highness a poem with the theme of the Mid-Autumn Moon Moon?"
Hearing this, Li Ziqi couldn't help taking a deep look at Xia Taikang.
You are going to die, do you know?
Do you dare to use Mid-Autumn Festival as the topic?
I can chant ten poems in one breath, hang you up and beat you up!
"please!"
Xia Taikang urged.
"When is the bright moon? Ask Qingtian about the wine, I don't know the palace in the sky, what year is this eve!"
Li Ziqi began to double play!
Su Shi's Water Tuning Song ~EbookFREE.me~ is placed throughout the Song Dynasty, and they are all godly words that are qualified to take no1.
Who dares to say that this word is bad for a word is illiterate and will be cast aside.
Xia Taikang's energy was devoted to governance and cultivation, and he was not very proficient in poetry, but as soon as Li Ziqi's song of Shuitiao came out, he knew that he couldn't see him as a joke.
"This matter is difficult to complete in ancient times. I hope that people will live forever!"
"it is good!"
King Qi caressed his palm and praised it. This sentence was in line with his temperament of sadness and sadness, and it came to his heart all at once.
"I hope people will last forever, thousands of miles will be beautiful! Very beautiful!"
Wang Qi wiped the corners of his eyes.
The corners of Li Xiu's mouth twitched a little, but I didn't see that this guy was still a literary youth.
"How do I feel that this can't become Ziqi's dark history?"
Tantai Yutang looked at the photo-taking stone in his hand and felt that it was not fragrant anymore.
"Wait and see!"
Qin Yao just didn't believe in evil, poured a glass of wine, and gave Li Ziqi: "Master sister, this noun, be a drink!"
"Yes, all the loves, drink a lot, for His Highness Li Ziqi!"
King Qi raised his glass.
"Your Majesty, this is my teacher's word!"
Li Ziqi is humble and unacceptable.
"You are Sun Mo's big disciple, you drink for him, you should!"
Wang Qi persuaded him to drink and couldn't help but ask: "Anything else?"
"Your Majesty, please write a question!"
Li Ziqi is ready to kill three times.
"Then take the Double Ninth Festival as the title?"
King Qi chose a festival.
The ancients all paid great attention to sacrifices. King Qi wanted to know if Sun Mo had (silver) poetry, but he didn't dare to ask.
Li Ziqi Haha, didn't you send your head over and chop me off?
Little purse took a sip of wine!
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