Yang Yanzi choked a little, muttered, “Listen to me...”

"...no flowers, no wine, clear, the interest is like a wild monk... yesterday's neighbors begging for a new fire... Xiao window and reading lamp..."

This poem comes out of the three of them in an uproar.

A mouth is a good thing.

Yang Yanzi's mouth did not stop, continue to write poetry, to be precise in the poem.

"...the festival clear peach Lee laughs...the wild land is only sad... Lei Xuantian dragon snakes ... rain foot suburban grass soft wood soft ... people begging to sacrifice the extra proud concubines ... Shi Gan burning death unjustly ...

Zhou muttered to himself, “The work of passing on the world is far more than the end of the poem just now...”

Although Mr. Shu Ming is at feud with Shen Lun, in literature, the pace is still very assured.

"It's not just beyond that, it's just the difference between the clouds and mud... the old man looked at this boy."

Shen Lun Tieqing's cheek for half a day finally appeared a smile, he quickly ordered the handmaid behind the copy, quickly spread the two poems out.

Yang Yanzi still did not stop.

"... when the swallow came to the new society . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

“...”

“...the clothes are not sighing in the wind and dust...Yong and Qing Ming can come home...”

“...”

“...the inner officials first gave the clear fire... and they split the money at the same time...”

“...”

"...it's warm and cold... the wind and rain come late... the court is lonely and near the clear...the remnant of the wine ... is last year's disease..."

...

Seventeen in a row, one after another, each capital is a good work.

The three of Shen Lun had been shocked to speak, and the handmaid behind the copy had increased from one to three.

The students and gentlemen in the castle have been gathered around, and everyone is staring at Yang Yanzi like a monster.

The first awakening that had been watching Yang Yanzi in the next room and Xiang's aunt was also shocked.

The first time he woke up and held a small fist, he seemed to be proud of Yang Yanzi.

Xiang aunt could not help but blurt out, "This is a talent, no wonder you will love him, Xiang aunt if she is a few decades younger, you must marry him..."

The guests in the Changlefang also all flocked to the third floor of the pavilion, wanting to see the style of Yang Yanzi.

The news in the long-term square spread, and the city of Linjing was completely sensational.

All the girls in the flower building were carefully dressed up and went straight to Changle, and they all desperately wanted to see Yang Yanzi.

The noble people of Daguan have quickly sent the family's management, servants, and family members to the long-term cafetend to inquire about the news.

Things passed to the princess's house, Princess Qing Yu knocked over the most beloved vase, hurried out of the house, the guards rushed behind.

Things reached Caofu, Cao Linma called a soft car, carrying himself to Changle Fang.

Things reached Huyanfu, Huyan Chijin said nothing, took the big brother's BMW, crossed the door of the house.

Things passed to Yangfu, and Yang Ye waved his hand and called on everyone in Yangfu to go to Changlefang to cheer for Yang Yanzi.

...

Things went to the house...

It happened to the Prime Minister...

It went to the Prince’s house...

The matter finally reached the palace, Zhao Guangyi pinch the secret report in his hand, full of consternation, after a half-sound of silence, ordered the royal city agent kneeling in front of him.

“If there is a new work, quickly enter the palace...”

Seventeen works, from the hands of one person, the whole city to see.

Anyone who knows anything about poetry has unconsciously flocked to the long-term community.

The whole royal street in front of the long-le way, in a quarter of an hour, stood full of people.

However, Yang Yanzi in the long-term music square is still writing poetry.

“The Sun...”

“...slight sweating a little bit . . . . the afternoon bath of the morning lianglan . . .”

“The Sun...”

“... the festival is heavy... the jade pillow yarn cook... the cold first in the middle of the night...”

“What time is the wine today... and suddenly on the garden...”

...

Shen Lun waited for a crowd to look at Yang Yanzi, his lips trembling, and faintly spit out two words.

“The Night...”

Hearing these two words, Yang Yanzi was obviously stunned, beckoned, shouted, and brought wine.

The maid handed a pot of wine, and Yang Yanzi grabbed the pot and poured it into his throat.

"Last year's night, the flower market lights are like days... the moon willows, people about dusk after dusk... this year's night, the moon and the lights are still ... do not see last year's people, tears wet spring shirt sleeves..."

Mr. Shu Ming bit his lips in horror and was stunned: “... another masterpiece...Shun Yi, where did you find such a small monster?”

The Zhou style was also shocked, "72 good works, 11 masterpieces, even if Li Taibai was restored to life?"

Shen Lun’s lips trembled and muttered, “The old man seemed to say the wrong thing...”

Shen Lun regretted it, he really regretted it, he had already known that if Yang Yanxi was so high, he would not have said how much he wanted to do.

Yang Yanzi's current performance can no longer be described by the two words of prodigy.

This is a total demon...

With the theme of Yuanxiang, Yang Yanzi made nine, and seemed to feel too bored in the pavilion, threw away the empty wine bottle in his hand, took off his coat, and stumbled to the third floor fence.

Outside the third floor fence, is the royal street, the street has already stood full of dense people.

Princess Qingyu, under the guard of the guards, sat in the opposite bartender, and saw the figure of Yang Yanzi, and a bright light flashed in her eyes.

Cao Lin's home at home will be guarded by the cursors, standing at the end of the street, quietly staring at Yang Yanzi, from Yang Yanzi appeared, her eyes have never left.

Hu Yan Chijin saw Yang Yanzi appear and jumped on the back of the horse, he wanted to be closer to Yang Yanzi.

Yang Ye took the Yangfu people around into a circle, staring at the Yang Yanzi that appeared upstairs, and said a word to the Shesaihua around him.

“There is no regret in this life!”

She Saihua had already burst into tears and choked and said, "Seven Lang...is a good boy."

Only Yang Yanhui looked calm and shook his head and smiled: "After tonight, I am afraid that the threshold of our Yangfu will be broken..."

Everyone stared at Yang Yanzi who suddenly appeared on the third floor.

“Seventh son...”

I don't know who recognized Yang Yanzi's identity and broke the word.

Everyone on the street shouted.

“Seventh son of Yang!”

“Seventh son of Yang!”

“Seventh son of Yang!”

...

The shouting sounded throughout the royal street, all over the city.

Everyone in the city of Linjing, when the moonlight rises tonight, hears the name of Yang Qizi.

Yang Yanzi was confused, and saw that the people below listened to him, waved his hand.

"Hello!Oh . . . .

After a beating, Yang Yanzi shouted, “Bring the wine again!”