There was constant laughter in the Zuixian Tower.

Even the pedestrians passing by the street were attracted by laughter and stopped to watch.

In the hall, King Xie Xun of the Poetry King looked pale, as if he had eaten a flies, and he felt so uncomfortable if he wanted to vomit.

What to solve the problem?

Extremely ridiculous!

As the questioner, Xu Yan kindly helped explain.

"I'm not scolding you, but there's really nothing in the desert. There's only things you can eat, but you only have what you can eat. Think about it, besides shit, what else can you eat? You can't eat your own meat."

"I would rather starve to death and thirst!" King Xie Xun of the poem roared, "thank you not to eat...don't vomit..."

Just as he shouted, the King of Poetry almost vomited.

"Don't worry, you will eat when you are about to starve to death." Xu Yanyu said earnestly.

The prince laughed so hard that he was standing back and forth, and the uncle also laughed with him. As long as the prince was happy, it didn't matter whether he wrote poems or answered questions.

Xu Ao always smiled gently, and his expression never changed, making people unable to guess what he was thinking.

Although the great merchants and scholars were disdainful of Xu Yan's interesting topics, they were happy to see the success of the poem king.

Chang Yuchun's mind was not very fast. Just now he was about to understand the meaning of the answer, but he deliberately put himself in it.

"What's your question? It's so disgusting." Chang Yuchun wiped the corners of her mouth after saying that.

"The evil people need to be punished by the evil people. Isn't it just right to give the disgusting questions to the disgusting people?" Ni Qiuyan threw a glimpse of praise at Xu Yan.

In fact, Xu Yan didn't want to humiliate others, but he was arrogant and pointed at his own nose to scold the flatterer. There was no way, so he could only teach the Poetry King of Peach Blossom Country how to be a human being.

Xu Yan would not do anything like enduring humiliation and bearing heavy burdens.

His principle is to be clear about the idea and not leave any revenge overnight.

The King of Poetry Xie Xun endured the disgust, looked at Xu Yan with a angrily eyes, and shouted, "Children Huangkou! This is a poetry meeting. Don't show off your disgusting tricks, which will insult you! If you have literary talent, compare the true way of poetry with me!"

"You were the one who insulted her politely first." Xu Yan retorted: "I just poured a cup of tea, and you called you a flatterer. If I took a knife, you wouldn't have to say that I was a murderer. It turns out that the King of Poetry in Peach Blossom Country can't do anything else, but can only catch wind and shadow. Oh, by the way, you can also guess riddles."

Xie Xun's eyes were too long, he took a deep breath, and shouted: "Okay! Let's get back to the topic. Since we are a poetry gathering, we will naturally focus on writing poetry. I suggest that the great scholars and scholars of the great merchants have asked for advice!"

People have selected the theme of immortality, which is considered to be a setting style. Next, everyone must focus on the word immortal when writing poems.

The chaotic hall immediately became quiet.

Some people lower their heads and ponder, while others think.

Chang Yuchun curled his lips and said, "What a big tone, fairy? He knows nothing."

Ni Qiuyan said with a funny look: "You understand."

Chang Yuchun said: "I don't understand, so I don't even dare to mention it. It's not like that guy. He even takes the title of immortality. He really thinks he is the king of poetry. I want to hear what kind of masterpiece he can make."

Ni Qiuyan looked around and said, "Since they dared to set the title, they must have already had a draft. However, the scholars from our Da Shang side were a little embarrassed."

It sounds good to say that it is a shame.

Among the scribes present, there are many who can write poems, but it is difficult to write a truly good poem after suddenly setting the title.

The limerick is simple, and if you say it, you must be ridiculed by Xie Xun.

They are the king of poetry, but not the king of poetry.

"Isn't it just a fairy? I'll do it first."

Prince Bu Taining broke the deadlock and chanted: "There is a pillar in the morning, and the magic power is boundless at night. There are seven fairies at night, and the harem is full of gods."

As soon as this poem was released, everyone present suddenly had different expressions.

Some laughed, some turned black, and some were dejected and angry.

This is not a poem, even a limerick is not counted.

It's just a nonsense of a liar.

King Xie Xun of the Poetry King smiled faintly and said nothing.

He is not stupid. As long as it is a poem written by the prince, he will not comment on anything even if it is a bullshit.

After all, they are the masters, so as for others, they will be scruples.

In order to save face, the elderly scholar cleared his throat and chanted a poem to find the immortal. Although it was not very good, he at least pointed out the title, rhyme, and the right battle.

Then several people wrote poems one after another, and the atmosphere became warm.

Xie Xun held back his patience and listened to the poems written by everyone, snorted coldly and stood up and said:

"I overestimate you. Listen to what good things can a group of flatterers do!"

Xie Xun was shocked at this time, his tone was deep, and he recited a poem.

Weaver Girl crosses the Magpie River in early autumn.

Chang'e was hired by the Chanyuan for more than ten years.

The fairy of Penglai arrived tonight, and the gods and immortals were attracted to many.

Eat the jade stamens and caress the clouds.

Birthday banquet show with golden lotus.

The gold is precious in the three-article society, and the next day, Pan Yu Shi Qiluo.

...

After reciting a poem, there was a silence in the field.

Xie Xun curled his lips and looked arrogant and arrogant.

Ni Qiuyan savored the artistic conception of the poem and nodded, "Good poetry, the king of poetry in the Peach Blossom Kingdom deserves its reputation, and the scholars of the Shang Dynasty are probably willing to give up the disadvantage."

In fact, not only Ni Qiuyan could see it, but even a rough person like Chang Yuchun could hear it. The poem by the King of Poetry is much better than what those literati did before.

After comparison, the high and low judgment will be made.

"Very high?" Guojiu turned his head slightly.

"It's very high, I'm not worthy of being the King of Poetry." Xu Ao said with a smile.

"The prince is afraid he doesn't like it. He lets the scholar deal with it. Aren't he very good at setting questions?" The uncle's face slightly darkened.

Xu Ao immediately nodded and stood up when he heard this.

"The masterpieces of Poetry King are indeed extraordinary, but I am a big businessman, and there are many talents." Xu Ao looked at Xu Yan and smiled and said, "Young Master Xu's talent is well-known in Zhiyuan County. Today, distinguished guests come to your door, so don't hide your weakness."

Xu Yanxin said that it was indeed this grandson who was doing evil.

The original scholar was indeed a bit talented, and there weren't many sour poems and lyrics, but Xu Yan still didn't plan to make a name for himself.

I was already disgusted with the King of Poetry Xie Xun just now. Why should I behave myself if I take advantage of it?

As the saying goes, a tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop.

The King of Poetry did not intend to let Xu Yan go.

Xie Xun's eyes widened and said, "Since Mr. Xu is famous, you might as well fight with me to see if you have ink or dog feces in your belly!"

Let the wild dog shut up and only wake up with a blow.

Xu Yan nodded and said, "You should listen to the poems."

In one sentence, the whole room became quiet.

The prince stretched his neck, the uncle tilted his ears, Jiang Dachuan rubbed his fat hands, and the elderly scholar's eyes showed hope.

Chang Yuchun is old, Ni Qiuyan is slightly surprised, Xia Wufeng is curious, Xu Ao's smile becomes deeper, and a group of courtesans look at her beautiful eyes.

In the hall, everyone's eyes were all gathered on Xu Yan.

Then, people heard a soft tone with a silence.

The white jade capital in the sky, the twelfth floor and the five cities.

The immortal caresses my head, and the hair is full of immortality.

He mistakenly pursued the joy of the world and was quite confusing the truth and emotions.

Ninety-six Saints, whose name is floating clouds and empty.

...

...

After a cup of tea time.

"Even chickens cannot enter, the horses are still empty. How can Yi be good at shooting, and one arrow falls into the head of the turret."

After chanting, the surroundings were silent.

People's faces are not shocked, but mostly confused.

The servant who is specialized in recording poems has long forgotten to write and is as stupid as a wooden chicken.
To be continued...