Seeing Xu Le’s delicious food, Tang Guichen also picked up some dishes to try. He felt that today’s dishes were really delicious.

"It seems that in the future, people like Xu Le will be invited..."

"With him by my side, my appetite will become good."

Tang Kaichen said secretly.

When scholars drink, they always recite poems to cheer up. When Tang officials treat guests, he was the first to recite a poem.

The people next to them applauded.

"I am really worthy of being a Tang Kaichen minister."

"We are far from his poetic talent."

“This poem is so well written.”

Xu Le also looked at Tang Guichen with admiration. When Tang Guichen was reciting the poem just now, he looked bright and had an unparalleled temperament, which made people feel disappointed.

It was Xu Le's turn, and everyone looked at Xu Le with anticipation.

Xu Le delayed: "I am not good at poetry, so I will stop writing poetry and I will punish myself for three cups."

Ouyang Mingri said on the side: "Brother Xu, you can be called a little poet in our Samsung City. How can you not be a poet?

"Little Poetry Fairy?"

Tang Guichen looked at Xu Le in surprise. He did not expect that the other party had such a loud name.

Not everyone can call it a poet. If he wants to win this title, his poetry talent must be unparalleled.

"Brother Xu, you don't want to write poetry. Do you look down on those of us here?"

Ouyang Mingri's sarcastic sarcastic sarcastic sarcasm.

The others looked at Xu Le and Ouyang Mingri funnyly. They saw that Ouyang Mingri had a bad relationship with Xu Le, otherwise he would not have let Xu Le go out of the stage.

They are happy to see this happen.

They were so happy to see the embarrassing scene of Xu Le’s old thief. Who asked you to write Bi Yao to death?

Xu Le couldn't help rolling his eyes at Ouyang Mingri.

Brother Ouyang, didn’t I just rob you of the first place in the poetry meeting? Are you jealous until now?

Xu Le didn't speak, and everyone else showed excitement on his face.

They don’t bother to watch the fun. The more embarrassed Xu Le is, the happier they are.

"Haha, little poet, that's all the love of others, they are all false names, not worth mentioning or not worth mentioning."

"Actually, I really don't know how to write poetry..."

Xu Le's humble way.

Ouyang Mingri ruthlessly exposed him and said, "Brother Xu, sometimes excessive humility is pride."

"Do you treat us as fools?"

"The Untitled, "Gived to Concubine Xuan", "Shu Prime Minister", "Ode to Plum Blossoms" in your works... are all poems that can be passed down through the ages."

"Who believes you say you can't write poetry?"

Xu Le was speechless at Ouyang Mingri, you just wanted me to appear.

"But there is no pen, ink, paper and inkstone here."

“I usually like to write poetry on paper.”

Xu Le still tried every means to refuse.

"I have this."

"I learned that Brother Xu was coming to the banquet, so I had already prepared my pen, ink, paper and inkstone."

Ouyang Mingri smiled and said to Xu Le.

He instructed his servants to bring up the pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

Xu Le looked at Ouyang Mingri in amazement.

Ouyang Mingri, you are really trying everything to target me!

After being stared at Xu Le's unkind gaze, Ouyang Mingri laughed in his heart.

Xu Le, do you hate me very much? I just want to make you unable to get off the stage today.

Seeing that Xu Le couldn't hide, he said to Ouyang Mingri: "Since Brother Ouyang has prepared so well, if I refuse, it would be too unkind."

Ouyang Mingri cheered on the side: "Then let's enjoy Brother Xu's masterpiece together."

After Ouyang Mingri finished speaking, the scholars around him surrounded Xu Le, wanting to see what poems he actually wrote?

"Brother Xu, why don't you write? Is it because you have no inspiration?"

"No, no, the little poet is not inspiring?"

Ouyang Mingri met Xu Ledao in a sarcastic manner.

Today he wanted to disgust Xu Le and make Xu Le look ugly.

Xu Le directly ignored Ouyang Mingri's words, then walked to a jar of wine, opened it, and poured a bowl of wine.

Everyone looked at Xu Le curiously, wondering what he was going to do?

Xu Le drank a bowl of wine in one go, and then said heroically: "Where can you get the inspiration without good wine?"

Seeing Xu Le’s appearance, many people couldn’t help but have a poem in their minds: “Xu Le’s hundred poems to drink wine, and sleep in a restaurant in Chang’an City.”

In reality, Xu Le's image seems to coincide with the image of the Poetry and Sword Immortal in "The Legend of the Two Dragons of the Tang Dynasty".

"The old thief Xu Le is so generous and heroic."

"No wonder he was able to create the character of the Sword Immortal, he himself was so crazy."

"Hahaha, Xu Le's old thief, likes to show off as always."

"When it comes to pretending, I only obey the old thief Xu Le."

The people around him sighed. Xu Le's old thief lived as a character in the novel.

Tang Guichen looked at Xu Le blankly. He thought Xu Leru was elegant and easy-going, but he didn't expect that he had such a heroic side.

Ouyang Mingri's eyes were straightened: "Is it installed?"

He really convinced Xu Le and never forgot to show off.

Ouyang Mingri sneered in his heart, Xu Le, don’t be happy too early. If you can’t write poems that shock everyone later, your current pretentious behavior will be ridiculed by others.

In the final analysis, people still have to speak by their works.

If you can write a good poem, no matter how much you show off, no one else will say anything.

If you can't write good poems, your pretentious behavior will make people laugh.

"Brother Xu, I've drunk too, why don't you write poetry quickly?"

Ouyang Mingri urged.

"What's the hurry? I have too much inspiration in my mind. I didn't think about which song to write for a while."

Xu Le looked at Ouyang Mingri and seemed full of confidence.

Ouyang Mingri...

Tang Booth Minister...

They couldn't stand it anymore. Xu Le was so good at pretending, and it was a virtue like the Poetry Sword Immortal in "The Legend of the Two Dragons of the Tang Dynasty".

Do you have to be so pretentious?

Don't be stupid if you can't write it out later.

"The pen comes, the ink comes."

Xu Le drank a bowl of wine and shouted loudly.

Tang Guichen glanced at Xu Le speechlessly: "Brother Xu, the pen, ink, paper and inkstone are right in front of you, why are you yelling?"

Xu Le said to Tang Guichen: "Brother Tang, you don't understand this. When we write poetry, we pay attention to this momentum that prevails."

Tang Booth Minister...

He has never heard of this statement.

However, when Xu Le yelled just now, he was really imposing.

Otherwise, when I write a poem, I would yell in advance, and the pen comes, and the ink comes?

Tang Guichen felt that he was going to be ruined by Xu Le.

The others looked at Xu Le with interest, and they wanted to see what kind of surprises Xu Le could bring to them and others.

Xu Le once again attracted everyone's attention.

The pen, ink, paper and inkstone were ready soon. Tang Guichen personally spread the paper for Xu Le and helped Xu Le grind it.

"Brother Xu is OK."

Tang Guichen's voice was very gentle.

Xu Le looked at Tang Guichen with admiration: "Brother Tang, you will leave your name in history because of your actions today."

"Hundreds of years later, the historical books will record this way. Tang Kaichens grind the ink for the poetic sword immortal Xu Le and helped him write a famous work of all ages."

Tang Booth Minister...

Ouyang Mingri...

Everyone present...

Are you so swearing?
Chapter completed!