Three people took their seats...

A maid named Chunlan poured them a cup of tea.

At this time, Li Chenan looked at the not-big but very sophisticated water pavilion and sniffed the smell of sandalwood... The smell was fresh and elegant, and the natural fragrance was lingered.

Obviously, there is no more technology mixed in later generations.

All the furniture in Shuixili should also be written by famous craftsmen, and they are perfect in terms of material selection and carving techniques.

For example, the coffee table in front of you and the matching chairs are all made of precious red sandalwood.

If this were in his previous life, it would be an amazing treasure.

"In April... Hua Manting came to my husband's place for two days."

"I composed a song for you in the past two days, and except for a few games playing games in the rest of the time, the ones that Old Man Hua talked about were you."

"You roughly don't know the pride of Old Man Hua. There are only a handful of literati in the world who can win his praise."

"So I became interested in you, so I also sent someone to learn more..."

The merchants picked up the teacup and signaled, "Drink tea and taste how the Maofeng tastes."

He took a sip, put down the teacup and said, "The result after understanding is somewhat beyond my expectations. The Li family in Guangling is indeed well-founded and talented, otherwise there would be no legendary stories like the seven Jinshi and three Tanhua."

"But you... were you really kicked out of the house by your father Li Wenhan?"

Li Chenan smiled slightly and nodded, "I'm ashamed to say that I'm indeed kicked out of the house."

The Shang people didn't care. He pondered for a moment and said, "I thought Old Man Hua would come again before going to Kyoto. I thought he would come again, so I happened to ask him what the reason was, but he left like that."

"Now I'm not curious about your past, because people always change."

"You are here today. I have a ruthless request. I wonder if Mr. Li is willing?"

"Mr. Shang, please tell me, as long as the juniors can do it, they will definitely do their best."

"Okay, Mr. Li is a cheerful person."

After saying this, Shang Di turned to Qiuju who was serving aside, "Get pen, ink, paper and ink!"

"Take the best rice paper and the best rosin ink, and use that square inkstone and that purple hair."

"Sister obeys the order."

Qiuju turned around and walked towards a cabinet against the wall. She felt even more strange because there were many four treasures in the study of Taohua Island, but the square inkstone and the purple hair were the favorite things of the head of the family.

Even the head of the family was reluctant to take it out before, but today he wanted to take out these two treasures... What does this mean?

The Shang master said to Li Chenan again, "Since you can get Hua Manting's praise, I will ask you to write a poem for me later. I don't make a question, you can write it at will. This is my unhappy request, how about it?"

Since Li Chenan and the others came in, Shang Di has never asked about their purpose.

At this moment, he made such a request to Li Chen'an. In Wu Xichen, it was the old guy Shang Di who deliberately asked Li Chen'an a problem-

Although he is a martial arts master, he also understands how difficult it is to make a good lyric.

Su Muxin was a little worried, and he also said to Li Chenan, thinking that this guy once wrote a song "Qing Xing'er" at Yanyuting, and then wrote a song "To Become a Wine" at the Zuixin Pavilion in Qianmo Academy after drinking.

He once said that poetry is simpler than anything he does, and he always thought he was bragging. At this moment, the merchants suddenly made such a request, and could he make another amazing poem?

Li Chenan still smiled, and his eyes were facing Shangmao. Of course, he understood that this was Shangmao testing him to prove whether what Hua Manting said was false.

Also to prove whether Li Chenan is qualified to sit here and talk to him.

"I once told Brother Hua that poetry is really simple."

When this sentence was said, Shang Di frowned slightly.

"I've been to Shangji. I've heard that Shangji is a famous music composer, so I don't want to write lyrics anymore."

Shang Di's eyebrows raised slightly, and the long eyebrows trembled, "What are you going to write?"

"I am also going to write a song, but it is not the song you composed by Shangjia, but a subject suitable for singing. I call it Sanqu or poetry."

These days Li Chenan has a certain understanding of the culture of this world.

There was no Yuan Dynasty in this world, so the Yuan opera has not been born on the basis of poetry.

At this time, I happened to copy a poem and try this businessman's appraisal ability.

Shang Di was shocked and asked, "Sanqu...What kind of literary style is this?"

"It is considered a new metrical verse. The same thing with ci is that ci has ci cards and ci has ci cards."

"It also has a certain metrical pattern, but it is more flexible than poetry. It lacks the constraints of poetry pattern and is more conducive to expressing it in the form of singing, so I think it is more accurate to use the word poetry to define it."

Li Chenan's words shocked Shang Di very much.

Because if what Li Chenan said was true, he would be able to write a good poem in the future... He would create a brand new style of writing!

This is an amazing achievement!

If that poetry is really more suitable for singing, then Li Chen'an is the founder of poetry, and his name will surely shock the world!

Li Chenan didn't really think so much.

He just felt that since Old Man Shang was a composer, his ability to comprehend this poem should be stronger than that of others.

He did not expect that his words would have a great shock to Shang Di.

Su Muxin was also shocked at the same time.

Of course, he also understood what the emergence of this new style of writing also meant.

Is this to witness the emergence of a generation of people with your own eyes?

Then I would not lose money by calling him "Uncle Master"!

But in the end, he has to ask what the poem he wrote.

Even Qiuju, who was grinding ink on the side, was full of expectations, but Wu Xichen looked confused.

This stupid apprentice is increasing the difficulty for himself!

Just just write a poem and just perfunctory old man Shang, isn’t it done?

Now that he has said this, he has no chance to save it.

So stupid!

Qiu Ju put a tool in front of Li Chenan, and Shang Di stretched out her hand: "Please please, Mr. Li!"

Li Chen'an picked up his pen, dipped it ink, and put it on this piece of rice paper:

"Tian Jingsha"

"The pen tip swept away all the foolish clouds, and the singing awakens the spring.

Arrange wine bottles with flower poles.

The Begonia hyacinth is blowing dust on the roads in the Ming Dynasty.

As soon as you go from the saddle to the horse, you will be hazy in the quilt and pillow.

Even though I am lucky enough to come to my dreams."

This word is ugly!

So much so that Shang Di frowned at first.

However, as Li Chenan walked on the tip of his pen, he gradually widened his eyes and even held his breath.

"Fighting is like no dream, and we met at that time.

Who loves listening to the piano through the window?

The man leaning against the curtain is a soulmate, and in one sentence, it has been so far.

This is a big deal, and I will pay for the phoenix pillow and mandarin quilt.

The flowers and willows are real,

Everything is charming,

Flirty and tender, stop and everyone."

Li Chenan put down his pen.

This is silent!
Chapter completed!