"You are Li Taibai!?"

Wang Xiao looked at his side in surprise. He was originally going to say this, but he didn't expect Du Fu, who was beside him, shouted out first.

"If you don't change your name or your surname, you're here. Li Bai." Li Bai, who was obviously drunk, looked at Du Fu with a slanted eyes. "Is there anyone else who pretends to be this poor man?"

“Hahahaha~~~”

Li Bai has a wide range of friends and is surrounded by his friends.

When everyone heard Li Bai teasing himself like this, they laughed very well.

"Du Zimei in Xiangyang."

Du Fu, who looked obviously excited, bowed seriously again and said, "I admired Li Taibai's name for a long time, and it is a blessing to see him today."

"oh?"

Li Bai touched his beard, "I, Li Bai, actually has such a great reputation?"

Wang Xiao, who was standing beside him, looked at Li Bai pretending to be fair, and then his eyes gradually became unkind when he looked at Du Fu.

This guy's expression and expression, tone and content of his speech at this time are definitely a little fan.

"Hello."

Wang Xiao grabbed Du Fu, who was excited to see his idol, "You figure out which side you are from. They are making things difficult for us now, we are from the other side!"

Li Bai smiled again, "You are right, it's useless if you don't say it now. You two make a poem that suits the situation. If you are satisfied, you can naturally let you in. If you are not satisfied..."

"What if you are not satisfied?"

Wang Xiao wrapped his arms around and raised his eyebrows to look at him, "Is this land your family belonging to? Where can the people of the Tang Dynasty go on the territory of the Tang Dynasty?"

"You're just messing around."

Meng Haoran was a little angry. When he was about to come forward to argue with Wang Xiao, he was grabbed by someone around him.

He looked back in confusion, "Brother Juqing, what is this?"

Juqing is the name, and his Chinese name is Chao Heng, but his real name is Abe Zhongmalu.

Abe Nakamaru, who had been with Wang Xiao from Fengshan to Dongdu, came with Wang Xiao, originally got a holiday and attended a poetry party with many friends.

But no matter how he looked at Wang Xiao, he felt familiar. After careful examination, he was suddenly shocked.

Although it is impeccable in disguise and makeup, Wang Xiao’s strong aura and his unparalleled eyes cannot be changed.

Abe Nakamaru has been a secretary in the secretary for many years, and he is very familiar with Wang Xiao’s aura and eyes.

Seeing that Meng Haoran was about to step forward to accuse Wang Xiao, Abe Zhongma Lu hurriedly grabbed his friend.

He knew very clearly that Meng Haoran was determined to become an official, and this time he came to Dongdu for Wang Xiao.

If you offend Wang Xiao now, you probably won’t think about becoming an official in your life.

"that..."

Abe Zhongmaru's eyes dodged and held Meng Haoran's hand to squirm, "It's still raining, it's almost done. Wouldn't it be better for everyone to go in and start the poetry together?"

"no!"

"no!"

The first one was Li Bai, while the second one was Wang Xiao.

Abe Nakamaro's abnormality naturally cannot escape Wang Xiao's eyes.

Wang Xiao, who noticed that he might have been exposed in front of him, shone his eyes to him to be honest while shouting that he could not do it.

Nowadays, so many people are watching, and there are so many beautiful girls watching. How can you miss this good costume compares to the opportunity?

Abe Nakamaro, who was startled, stopped talking more and just pulled Meng Haoran backwards.

"Okay."

Li Bai waved the wine pot in his hand, "It's raining, you just write a poem based on this spring drizzle."

He stared at Du Fu and said, "If you can really make a masterpiece, then everyone will call you the Poetry Saint from now on!"

Du Fu waved his hands repeatedly. Just when he was about to be modest, Wang Xiao slapped him on the back.

"What are you waiting for? Come and read out the masterpieces you made on the road before. What a great opportunity. With so many people promoting you, you will definitely be a poet in the future."

Du Fu, who was choked directly by the film, rolled his eyes and gasped and couldn't speak.

"Okay, I'll tell you."

Wang Xiao looked around and said loudly, "I met this poet on the way here before. He was moved by the scene and wrote a poem on the spot. Anyway, I think this is definitely a masterpiece that has been passed down through the ages. As for whether you have this taste, then

Not sure."

Many poets were immediately in an uproar, they were really too arrogant.

"Good rain knows the season, and it will happen in spring."

"Surrender into the night with the wind, moistening things silently."

"How is it? How is it! Is it a masterpiece? Tell me if it is a masterpiece!"

Li Bai and others looked at each other. This poem is really a masterpiece.

"Yes, it's indeed a masterpiece." Wang Wei, who hadn't spoken much before, took the initiative to say, "This poem is definitely a masterpiece."

“Yes.”

“That’s exactly that.”

"But it's a good poem."

A group of poets praised it, saying that the poem was indeed very outstanding.

Even if you have other ideas in your mind, it is impossible to show it at this time.

After all, so many people are watching, if they blame them for not doing well, they have to take out a better one.

Li Bai shouted, "Good poem, it should be a big white!"

After giving himself a sip of wine, he stepped forward and slapped Du Fu on the shoulder, who had just come back, "Although you call yourself a saint of poetry, you still have talent. If you can be more humble, you will become a great person in the future."

Poor Du Fu was shot again and couldn't speak.

Everyone praised it, and after someone copied it on the spot, everyone looked at Wang Xiao.

"We have already seen Du Zimei's poetry talent, and he is qualified to enter the park to attend the poetry meeting. Where is yours?"

Facing everyone's inquiry, Du Fu, who finally came back, hurriedly said, "Everyone, the second sentence of this poem was written by Brother Lu. I just made the first sentence below, and I dare not write it alone."

When everyone heard this, they nodded slowly.

Compared with the first sentence, the second sentence is obviously more artistic.

If it was really what Wang Xiao did, then his talent would naturally not be inferior to Du Zimei.

But at this time, Li Bai shouted, "No! He agreed to have one song for everyone... Why are you pulling me?"

Abe Nakamaru pulled Li Bai hard and even tried to block his mouth.

As a good friend, he knew that Li Bai, like Meng Haoran, wanted to become an official.

Now that the emperor is making things difficult for him, there is still a bird.

"You're right, what do you want him to do?" Wang Xiao glared at him, "I dare to stop me from pretending to be good, and you're good-looking!"

The tall Abe Nakamaru was glared at by Wang Xiao and trembled involuntarily.

Now he never dares to do anything more.

"Isn't it just writing poetry? What masterpieces are as simple as eating and drinking water for me."

As soon as Wang Xiao said this, the surroundings immediately exploded.

Everyone is a poet, even if you are not talented enough, you will have something to do or not.

It is indeed not difficult to write poetry, but it is even more difficult to make masterpieces from generation to generation.

After Wang Xiao’s statement, everyone around him was about to explode.

"Okay, okay." Li Bai laughed and clapped his hands. "I thought I was arrogant enough, but I didn't expect to meet someone who was even more crazy than me today. If you say that Du Zimei is a poet saint, then you must be poet crazi. Come on, let everyone listen to your masterpiece."

"Real? I'm still soccer."

Wang Xiao coughed and looked around.

The talented men all swept past, and their eyes mainly flew over the beautiful girls.

Especially when it fell on Yang Yuhuan, he took a few more glances.

"The rain on the sky street is as moist as soft as a crisp, and the grass looks close but nothing."

"The most benefit of spring is better than the capital of smoke and willows."

Wang Xiao did not brag, and the masterpieces heirlooms are indeed no problem for him.

Isn’t it just a literary porter? It’s like no one can do such a simple thing?
To be continued...