"You boy."

Hua Manting took out a small seal from his arms and printed it on the lower right side.

Li Chen happily picked up the banner. Looking around, the three words Hua Manting were extremely conspicuous, but the six words "The Tavern under the banyan tree" were a bit difficult to distinguish.

This is the effect that is needed.

"Brother, let's have another poem!"

"You said, I'll write!"

"……good!"

Li Chenan did not refuse, because this was obviously another test for Hua Manting!

He believed that only when he showed his skills in front of Hua Manting, this boss would really regard him as a friend who had forgotten him.

At this moment, Liu Zhuo's heart was filled with storms, because it was extremely difficult to ask a teacher for a word, but at this moment he would always agree with Li Chenan.

The teacher asked Li Chen'an to write poems and write them in his own writing... The teacher just now blew him to heaven, and how high is this young man's attainment in poetry?

"Brother, prepare to write!"

So fast?

"This poem is called toast!"

Li Chenan stood up, lifted his sleeves, and recited with great enthusiasm:

"Don't you see the Yellow River coming from the sky, rushing to the sea and never returning.

Haven't you seen the bright mirror in the high hall sad with white hair, like black hair in the morning and snow in the evening."

Hua Manting was shocked!

Liu Zhuo stood there immediately.

Su Muxin suddenly woke up when she heard these two sentences.

All three were shocked by this magnificent opening.

"Good poems...! Recite them again!"

"You must be happy when you are in a happy life, and don't let the golden cup face the moon empty.

I was born with my talents and I would be useful, and my daughter would be gone and come back again."

"Mu Xin, I asked someone to buy wine, and with this poem, I... I want to drink three hundred cups!"

"Little brother, recite again!"

“…Five-colored horses, fur of gold,

Hu'er will go out for good wine,

I will be saved with you forever sorrow!”

After reciting the poem "About Wine", the elegance of the intoxicated pavilion was silent.
Chapter completed!