Chapter 700

In the elegant room next door, there should also be a group of literati. After telling the doctor of the restaurant to bring them wine and vegetables, he began to talk loudly.

"Brothers, there's something interesting about the restaurant where we drink today. Do you know?"

"Ha ha, brother fan, you don't know. We are all students from various states participating in Chunwei. How can we know the interesting stories of restaurants in Chang'an City? Don't sell off. Tell me quickly. What's interesting about the restaurants?"

"The owner of this restaurant is also a wonderful person. During the Shangyuan Festival, he did not receive guests, but hung countless lantern riddles in front of the restaurant. Anyone who guessed the lantern riddles correctly can enter and drink for free."

"Oh? And such good things? If the owner of the restaurant is really a wonderful person, brother fan is from Chang'an. Can you enter the restaurant for free on Shangyuan Festival?"

The voice in the elegant room next door paused for a moment, but the voice of the Confucian scholar's resentment came: "brother Shangguan, don't mention it, we are still friends..."

Hearing this, Li forgot to worry about the wine in his mouth and almost couldn't help spraying it out.

The man next door also came from later generations. Why does this sound so familiar?

"Why did brother fan say that? We've seen his articles and poems. If there's no accident this spring, we'll be able to pass the exam. Can't you guess a mere lantern riddle with brother fan's talent?" someone asked.

The man sighed and replied helplessly, "if it's just an ordinary lantern riddle, it's OK. However, when I visited the restaurant, the restaurant owner removed the lantern riddles and posted them in front of the door. These ten questions, let alone me, were not answered by anyone in Chang'an City during the Shangyuan Festival. Naturally, I couldn't drink the free wine."

His words immediately aroused everyone's curiosity. What kind of topic can defeat the Confucian students in Chang'an City?

"What else? I wonder if brother fan still remembers those ten questions? Why don't you let me listen?" someone was unconvinced and asked.

"Hei hei, of course I remember. You can try. If you can answer it, today's banquet is my treat. Listen, the first question, ask, there is a word. Everyone will recognize and type a word when they see it?"

"The second question is, which month has 28 days in a year."

"Question 3..."

There was no sound in the elegant room next door. Li forgot to worry and almost laughed. At the beginning, I embarrassed Li Gang and Yu Shinan. Their brain turned sharply. It was interesting that they would attract such resentments from scholars and scholars in Chang'an city.

"What the hell are these questions? Brother fan, who is the owner of this restaurant? How could it be difficult to think of such a question?" someone wanted to break his head and couldn't think of it. After hearing the answer, he couldn't help but be dumb. After half a sound, he asked angrily.

"Ha ha, I don't know who the restaurant owner is, but I know who came up with these questions."

"Oh? Brother fan, who is so hateful?"

"When the restaurant owner wrote the title that day, it was stated that these difficult lantern riddles were all produced by the Kaiguo County uncle who was granted the title of Huxian county. Ha ha, brothers, what do you think?"

"What? Huxian uncle? Plum worry? No wonder, no wonder, it was written by Xiao Shixian. That makes sense. Ha ha, how can we compare with Xiao Shixian's talent?"

Li was stunned at the man's words.

Little Shixian?

Are you talking about yourself?

When did you get the name of a little poetry fairy?

But Shixian is Shixian. Why add a small word? Li forgot to worry, shook his head, looked up and drank another glass of wine.

Hei hei, you can also copy the name of a little poetic fairy by copying poetry, but I don't know how to deal with the poetic fairy Li Taibai in the future?

These goods are getting thicker and thicker now. They are not ashamed, but somewhat proud.

In the elegant room next door, another voice came: "brothers may not know that now plum is worried in Chang'an City, but no one calls him Xiao Shixian. They secretly call him 'Bo of Baize County', ha ha."

Li forgot to worry about hearing the speech. He couldn't help but pick up his eyebrows and pricked up his ears. He wanted to hear why he was called "Baize County uncle"?

"Brother fan, what does Bai Ze mean by this reconciliation?"

"Ha ha, Bai Zeye, an ancient divine beast, knows astronomy and geography from the top and trivial things from the bottom. After being tortured by his ten questions, all the students in Chang'an City admire him and are angry. If they want to scold him, they don't know how to scold him, which makes everyone laugh bitterly. Therefore, they simply call him Bai Zexian Bo."

"Ha ha, if so, it's very vivid, interesting and interesting."

Interesting, your sister!

You are the beast!

You're not human!

Li make complaints about his heart, but he can't shake his head. It seems that those sharp brain turns really make these Tang literati uncomfortable.

Even Niu Wu, who was on one side, looked like he was holding a smile. Li forgot his worries and turned his eyes.

In the elegant room next door, a group of Confucian scholars were still talking about him.

"Brother fan, but I don't know what poems have flowed out of xiaoshixian recently?"

"Of course there are. Have you heard the two poems about Shangyuan Festival?"

"I haven't heard of it. Please ask brother fan to sing for me."

The voice of the elegant room next door naturally came into Li forgetful's ears. As a woman, she naturally loves the two poems of Shangyuan Festival.

Hearing this, the singer immediately plucked the strings of the pipa in her arms and began to sing the "jade case · New Year's Eve" without waiting for Li forgetful's orders.

There was no one talking in the elegant room next door. They all began to listen to the voice of the singer.

"... the crowd looked for him for thousands of times. Suddenly looking back, the man was in the place where the lights were dim." after singing a word three times, I heard a burst of applause in the elegant room.

"Is this the new work of little Shixian? It's really powerful. It's really lovable."

"Little poem fairy is really a little poem fairy. Tut Tut, once this poem of Shangyuan Festival comes out, how can I write poetry in the future Shangyuan Festival?"

"But that's true. Baize county's Bo wrote this Shangyuan Festival poem. Who dares to do any Shangyuan Festival poem from now on? Isn't that a teacher who teaches axe and drum thunder gate?"

Immediately, someone gently rang the screen used to separate, and said, "excuse me, noble man in the compartment, can you ask the singer to sing another song?"

The singer looked up at Li forgetful. Seeing that he nodded, she waved the strings again and began to sing "Sheng chazi · New Year's Eve".

"Last year's new year's Eve, the flower market lights were like the day. On the willow tip of the moon, people made an appointment after dusk..."

In the elegant room, it was quiet again, and everyone listened attentively for fear of missing a word.

Since they are all students participating in Chunwei, their knowledge is naturally quite good. After listening to the two poems of the Shangyuan Festival, the elegant room is very quiet. The quiet is terrible, and the needle can be heard.

For a long time, Li forgot his worries and heard a sigh from the compartment: "together with the poetry of the Shangyuan Festival, it will be the last song from now on."

In a word, the willow head on the moon makes people yearn after dusk.

"Little Shixian, really worthy of the name!"

"Together with poetry, Li Ziyou should be called Mr."

Since ancient times, the word "Sir" has been unusual. It means the first and the teacher. The bachelor is an elder, so he is called Mr. Li Qieyou is seventeen years old and can be willingly called a gentleman by these scholars. We can see his position in the hearts of people now.