The atmosphere was once very awkward, and Lu Ming's face became worse and worse. No matter how aroused everyone, Li Ye never let go and had to talk to him about the ways of poetry that everyone knows, such as rhymes on the flat and tone, rhymes on the double rhymes and one rhyme to the end, etc.

As a result, he was not on the same channel at all. Several literati shook their heads repeatedly, as if they were disappointed.

Li Ye also found out that it was just a waste of time. He had something to do and no time to waste it, so he said, "I have urgent matters today, please give me some advice."

"What urgent matters does the prince have? It is not appropriate for everyone to gather here. Although the prince is the descendant of the royal family, I have always attached importance to the civil governance and advocated the use of literature to discuss the truth. Today, I finally had the opportunity to see what the prince cannot do without it?" Lu Ming said.

Everyone agreed, it was like you went out to play with a group of people you didn’t know, and you couldn’t talk to each other, and you couldn’t talk to each other. The atmosphere was awkward, and it was impolite to leave directly, and told people that everyone was keeping you. But why should you keep you? Is it a bit embarrassing to keep the atmosphere? I can’t explain it clearly. In fact, everyone just wanted to seem to be doing it right.

I am enthusiastic and polite to keep people. No one wants to be a villain, nor can he become a villain, so no one will leave, nor will he let others go.

Li Ye shook his head. He had seen such scenes for a lot of times and was prepared for them. He directly carried the wooden board on the ground and said, "I have something to do, so I won't leave you." He was about to leave as he said.

"Criminal, everyone has finally gotten together, why bother like this..."

"This is a private territory. If you don't leave, I will call you a guard. You are so good at learning. I don't know if the fight is powerful?" Li Ye asked with a smile.

"You! You you..." Several literary people were so angry that they couldn't speak. Meiyuan poetry would make them forget who Li Xingzhou was. He was not a good person at all.

Li Ye has never been afraid of doing evil things, because if it is too clean, it is often difficult to do things. Therefore, what the real big shots have left in history is not glamorous, but constant controversy, because being in the middle can only deal with things on both sides.

Li Ye said that he would make people think of his behavior. These literati were really scared and they all retreated and cursed.

"Hmph, I'm guilty of being a thief, I must be afraid!"

"How can you be so rude? Even if the prince is really urgent, he should say it carefully..."

"Ha, I thought he was a talented man, but today I just saw a carpenter. Is the so-called important thing the wood on this shoulder?"

"So unrestrained, I think "Shanyuan Xiaomei" must be a substitute!"

"Brother Lu, be careful of your words, be careful of your words!"

Lu Ming shook his sleeves and said, "How to be cautious? Even if I give up Lu's reputation, I will return the reputation of scholars all over the world. I cannot let those who deceive the world and steal the reputation of scholars ruin the reputation of scholars!"

"Brother Lu Gao Yi!"

"I admire you!"

“…”

Everyone around them applauded.

"You have to cheer over there, or you'll beat you up." Li Ye warned, and the group of people left hurriedly after putting down a few harsh words such as "You're waiting" and "I'll never forget what happened today."

Li Ye knew that when these people left, the city was about to be full of storms.

"Why are you doing this? You can't offend scholars." The little girl said worriedly.

Li Ye laughed and joked: "Is my concubine starting to worry about this prince?"

The little girl blushed and kicked him hard: "Nonsense! Who would worry about you bastard?"

Li Ye couldn't hide while carrying the wooden board. He ate it and sucked the air conditioner and said, "Don't worry, I did it on purpose. I have my own plans. Let's go..."

.....

Soon, Liye carried the wooden boards around and came to the side of the palace. The water here was not in a hurry, and according to the locations of the water plants and moss on the shore, the water level was not very high when the water was rising.

On the shore are stone walls built with stones when building the palace, which makes it more convenient.

Li Ye put down the wooden board and started looking for a position. According to the expected water wheel dripping three to four feet, the first fixed point was built about four feet away from the shore after the transmission was driven.

"Don't look at it blankly, come and help, carry the other end of the wooden board," Li Ye ordered.

"Oh," the little girl agreed, and did not disgust and came to help. She moved the wooden board and asked, "Did you really write the poem in the plum garden that day?"

Li Ye casually said, while drawing lines with the charcoal in his hand, "Of course."

"But you obviously didn't know it just now, and you didn't even know the simplest principles of poetry. You can press rhymes in two sentences, and you can press more difficult sentences, which is also called rhymes to the end. You don't even understand these." The little girl pouted and said, "Tell me honestly, do you know how to write for me? I'll find someone to please Sister Gillian?"

The little girl cooperated with him to adjust her position and then lowered the board and said, "Even if you admit that I won't say it, at most I laugh at you for being useless."

Li Ye marked his ideal position with charcoal and then said, "I wrote it. I am a genius. If you don't believe me, you can test me now. I can memorize it if you say a question... No, write it out."

"Don't lie to me, even if Wenquxing descends to earth, he will not have such a quick talent."

While thinking about finding a location, Li Ye replied absent-mindedly: "You said, I can't be better than Wenquxing."

"Brave!" the little girl despised her and said, "Then you can write a poem about plum blossoms now and come out to see."

"My plum blossoms..." Li Ye measured the distance with his steps, looked up and recalled it a little, and said: "The plum blossom snow has not yet surrendered, and the poem is paid for the pen; the plum blossoms are three points whiter than the snow, but the snow is a bit fragrant."

He said it casually, but the little girl was stunned and silently read it: "The plum is three points whiter than the snow, but the snow is a bit fragrant... I don't believe this. You must have done it early. If you have the ability, you can write another song."

"Okay, okay, please help me hold the wooden board first, don't move." Li Ye asked her to hold it down and then went to find a stone next to her to nail the wooden board, then thought for a while and said, "Han Ye Guest comes to tea as wine, and the bamboo soup boils and fire is just red..."

The little girl looked at him: "What?"

Then... Li Ye found that he couldn't remember the last two sentences, and patted his head for a while before saying, "I remembered that the moon in front of the window is different, and the plum blossoms are different."

"At the cold night, guests come to tea and wine, and the bamboo soup boils and fires are red; the moon before the window is the same, the plum blossoms are different." The little girl recited it silently, and then she was completely drunk. "The plum blossoms are three parts whiter than the snow, but the snow is less fragrant than the plum blossoms." "The moon before the window is the same, the plum blossoms are different..."

This guy obviously has a hippie smile and has no correct appearance, so why does he say such a good poem as soon as he opens his mouth! Is he really so talented and unsightly? Or is it really the Wenqu star who descends to earth...

"How, am I Wenquxing now?" Li Ye teased her. Did he see the little girl's expression of doubting life?

"I'm so beautiful, I'm still Wenquxing, I... I just don't believe it, unless you, you write it!" The little girl said without giving in.

"What do you want to write? If I can't write it out, my surname will not be Li." Li Ye said proudly. He nailed the first point and then looked for the second one. This is just a marking position to facilitate the foundation laying in the future.

The little girl kicked the stone beside her feet and thought hard, then lowered her head and said, "You wrote a poem about plum blossoms to please Sister Jiao, so what kind of flower do you think I look like?"

"Ha?" Li Ye was stunned. The stone in his hand almost hit him. He wanted to say that He Qian was not like a flower. All the flowers were too delicate compared to her. He was afraid that the little girl would get angry. He thought for a while: "Lanhua, it's white and stupid."
Chapter completed!