Datang broom star

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Jia Pingan, who had difficulty choosing, looked helpless, "Jia thought all the poems were good, but it's not good to abandon this one, and it's not good to discard that one. If I recite them all."

I just made up a few poems in a short time. If you recite them all, will you have nothing to love?He looked at the men, "That's not good either."

We waited for a long time before we came up with a poem, but he just wandered around and came up with a few poems. The poems were as easy as eating, and the faces of the laughing men were full of embarrassment.

"Sir, you are really bold."

Seeing those who suppressed Jia Pingan's words, Yuchi Xunyu praised: "Mr. is indeed a sir. Before the poem is published, these people have already been suppressed."

Li Yuanying murmured: "If Mister can make those people lose face today, I will give all the stunning women in the mansion to Mister."

"give me one."

"Shut up, sir, it's started."

"It's difficult for me to choose." Jia Pingan looked helpless, then smiled.

This world of faces!The young man was handsome, with a slight smile, and those women couldn't help but give fifty points first.

"The spring is silent and cherishes the trickle"

When everyone looked at the place where the water was coming out, they couldn't help secretly praising it.

"The shade of the tree shines on the water and loves the softness of the sun."

The towering old trees beside the pool cover most of the pool in the shade.

Wonderful!

"Little lotus has just shown its sharp horns, and dragonflies have already stood on it."

Everyone's eyes slowly turned to the pool.

The lotus leaves that have just emerged are curling, pointed upwards.A dragonfly is flying and slowly landing on it.

this person

He was able to compose a poem in an instant.

And it's an astonishing one!

Jia Pingan nodded slightly, looked at Li Su and asked, "Dare to ask Mr. Li, if it is based on ignorance, what is Jia's poem?"

You say Li Yuanying is ignorant, so what are you in front of me?

Li Yuanying was moved, "Sir"

What moved him was that after Jia Pingan finished writing the poem, he still stood up for Li Su for him.

Li Suqiang said with a smile: "Uncle Wuyang's poetic talent has always been admirable."

You are a boss, I am not your opponent.

I admit it!

The complexions of those clansmen turned black.

Jia Pingan said: "In fact, everyone has their own strengths. Some people are good at composing poems, some are good at painting, and some are good at mathematics and painting. You have to let him make achievements in poetry and fu. Is it interesting?"

This person wanted to reverse the case for Li Yuanying!

Li Su's heart was slightly cold, "The Great Tang Dynasty made poetry and fu a talent, so I'm afraid Uncle Wu Yang's words are inappropriate?"

The same is true for the former Han Dynasty. For example, Sima Xiangru won the emperor's attention with a gift.

Everyone thought this was an unsolvable thing, what do you say?

Jia Pingan said calmly: "I don't think I'm talented."

Bah!

Someone's glass fell to the ground.

this

Face!

You say poetic talent is talent, but my poetic talent is invincible, but I don't feel that I have talent.

I always say that I have no talent, who has the face to dare to say that I have talent?

Li Su only felt pain on his face.

He had a problem, and Jia Ping'an easily resolved it in an instant.

talent!

I am the talent!

If I say I have no talent, then you are blind!

Jia Ping'an turned his gaze to those great talents.

Who has an objection?

Someone said: "You"

The people around him stepped on him.

"If you want to question him, then come up with a poem that can surpass his, otherwise you will be humiliating yourself."

No one shot!

Jia Pingan said helplessly: "I have prepared more than ten poems, but no one sang them. It is indeed lonely!"

Everyone

This is ammo ready and waiting for someone to hit the wall!

Several great talents who were about to make a move before couldn't help secretly thanking themselves for their stability.

Jia Ping turned around, "Go back."

His posture was impeccable, and the eyes of those women showed fascination.

"Uncle Wu Yang's poem crushed the audience, and no one dared to respond. The following sentence is indeed lonely, which makes people feel lonely and cold."

"There are so many great talents, but no one makes a move."