Absolute Great Teacher Chapter 1203: 1 drunk and 0 poems
The palace hall is brightly lit!
After Li Ziqi's pretty and soft figure stood up, he attracted everyone's attention. Of course, because of her words, it was too domineering.
Said a seven-star master teacher is a cat and a dog?
It's so arrogant!
Li Xiu was taken aback, and hurriedly stopped: "Zi Qi, be polite!"
A seven-star master teacher went to Datang, which was enough for the emperor's brother to personally meet Li Yu.
Li Ziqi didn't mean to apologize, so he stared at Cui Mingsheng blankly: "My master is unhappy, so I will confront him face to face. What is your ability to talk about slander behind your back?"
The other chatters also noticed the quarrel here and looked over, especially King Qi, and asked in a low voice.
"Zhuzi!"
Cui Mingsheng was furious, not to mention that he is now a 7-star. Since becoming a 6-star, no one dares to talk to her like this.
"Zhuzi? Master Cui, do you like to rely on the old and sell the old so much?"
Li Ziqi snorted coldly: "Please see clearly, it is not a student who is standing in front of you at this moment, but a one-star teacher who is the same as you!"
Everyone just remembered that Li Ziqi is still a famous teacher!
No way, she is too young to be associated with the title of famous teacher!
Cui Mingsheng's face is even more ugly: "Even if your teacher is standing in front of me, he doesn't dare to rant like this. Didn't he teach you to respect the teacher?"
"Of course my teacher taught me, but he also taught me a word!"
Li Ziqi directly came back: "Some people, young and high-minded, forge ahead, and some people, who live for a hundred years, are not as good as a dog!"
Om!
Li Ziqi's body was filled with golden light, and then light spots sputtered.
Seeing this scene, many people exclaimed.
It turned out that Jin Yu’s good words broke out, which means that Li Ziqi was heartfelt to look down on Cui Mingsheng and could not understand the behavior of these people.
But you are too cruel, right?
If you curse someone, you still have to explode. It really doesn't leave any affection.
"You..."
Cui Ming's angry hands are shaking.
"Princess, don't you persuade her? It's a big trouble, but it's hard to clean up!"
Han Cangshui is gloating.
"..."
Li Xiu smiled bitterly. She knew how much her niece admired Sun Mo. Not to mention drinking, she became courageous, she was already mad, even if she didn't drink, she had to go back.
"Two people, calm down!"
Tao Fu Su became a peacemaker.
Cui Mingsheng, who had already exploded his lungs, was even more angry.
You old ghost, why don't you help me?
Isn’t it just because Li Ziqi’s personal teacher is Sun Mo? You lick the dog for the sake of the god’s hand and the Yukong spirit pattern. You really don’t have a face.
Don't blame Cui Ming for being angry.
Don't talk about the famous teacher circle, in any industry, you must respect the elders, even if the newcomers are right, but you are arguing with the elders, you are already wrong.
But at this time, no master teacher stood up and scolded Li Ziqi, even those master teachers who had complimented Cui Mingsheng just now did not dare.
Cui Mingsheng looked over, and they all curled their necks and looked away.
What can we do?
Although Famed Master Sun is young, he is already the Great Master of Spirit Rune, a figure of scholarship level. If he provokes him, how can we still mix in the circle of Famed Masters in the future?
On fame, Cui Mingsheng is not as good as Sun Mo!
Just look at King Qi's attitude.
"Am I wrong?"
Cui Mingsheng's temper also came up: "If Sun Mo can make a good quatrain, why should he urinate and leave?"
Cui Mingsheng said so with confidence.
What is the most important thing about a famous teacher?
Fame!
Therefore, even this kind of banquet in front of the temple, even the famous master Gao Xing will carefully prepare, waiting for a wave of fame, if Sun Mo's poems are good enough, why not show it?
Being yourself, you have long since become a flying fairy from the outside world, making the audience gloomy.
Furthermore, in his early years, Cui Mingsheng wrote a poem for Yuanxi, and it is still sung by singers. This is where his confidence lies.
Don't look at Sun Mo, who wrote a lot of words in the Dream of Red Mansions, but the best is only the middle and upper level, not reaching the level that has been passed down for thousands of years.
"What a joke, are you the roundworm in my teacher's belly? How do you know that he left the table with an excuse? He is sitting tired, can't he go to rest for a while?"
Li Ziqi sneered: "Also, he doesn't write poems, it's not that poems can't do it, but he always regards poetry as a trail, and disdains to compete with others."
"Haha, poetry is a trail? Don't be so crazy. You have the ability to call Sun Mo back and let him recite a handed down piece!"
Cui Mingsheng made a run. He is also very smart. If he doesn't argue with you, he will bite to death and speak with his works.
"I just listened to your conversation, did you make a famous Yuanxi poem? Then I will give you one too!"
Li Ziqi grabbed the hip flask, took another sip, and then recited.
"Dongfeng night, flowers and thousands of trees will be blown down, and the stars are like rain!"
As soon as this sentence came out, watching the lively guests, their expressions instantly straightened, and they listened attentively.
"BMW carving cars are all over the road, the phoenix flute sounds, the jade pot turns light, and the fish and dragon dance overnight!"
The night breeze blew the small purse's clear and refined voice, like a jade, falling on everyone's eardrums.
Many people show a look of intoxication, this sentence is really beautiful!
When you are floating!
"The moth's snow willow golden strands, and the smile is full of fragrance. The crowd looked for him thousands of times, suddenly looking back, but the person is there, the lights are dim!"
Li Ziqi finished, and then the whole hall, the guests, the guards and the maids and eunuchs, there were more than a thousand people, but at this time, there was no sound.
What is a handed down work?
Even uneducated people can feel that this poem is awesome, the artistic conception created by the text, and the charm that it emits, fresh and timeless, and lasting forever!
Every literate person is chewing every word of this word at this time.
"Peerless Warriors!"
Li Xiu sighed and glanced at Han Cangshui. Do you want to see Sun Mo's joke?
Sorry, his excellence has surpassed ordinary people's perception.
Li Xuan looked embarrassed, the stronger Sun Mo was, the more he lost, hating his own eyesight, and then hating Han Cangshui's mediocrity.
"This famous teacher, what do you think of my teacher's Yuanxi poem?"
Li Ziqi asked.
Cui Mingsheng's face flushed ashamed of being run.
How?
Let's put it this way, I am not qualified to comment on this kind of word.
Just praise.
"Sun Mo, I, Gan Liniang, have such a good poetry talent, why don't you show it off? What kind of big tail wolf?"
Cui Mingsheng arched his hands, got up and left the table, hiding his face and walking away.
Seeing Li Ziqi's poem, leaving a seven-star master teacher ashamed, Lu Zhiruo and Xian Yuwei immediately cried out.
"Master sister is so prestigious!"
Ying Baiwu pouted: "The teacher is so partial, I have never heard of these poems!"
"You follow the physical art route, what's the use of learning poetry?"
Helian North comforted that he was not interested in these anyway.
Because only when you are full, can you chant poems and compose leisurely, and as poor barbarians, their daily life is to find ways to fill their stomachs.
To make a town country poem, in the eyes of the barbarians, it is better to pick up a sheep.
"Although Master Cui is a bit leaning on the old and selling the old, he still has a face!"
Qi Wang feels that Cui Mingsheng’s fault lies in kicking the iron plate: "Master Cui calms down, come back for a drink!"
With the ear power of a seven-star master, this kind of call must be heard, but Cui Mingsheng just didn't hear it.
"I will leave for me too!"
Su Taifu smiled bitterly: "As soon as Sun Mo came out, no one would dare to make an axe at the night shift gate of Shangyuan in the future. With this, Cui Mingsheng was also "eternally beautiful."
Every year on the night of the Yuan Dynasty, Cui Mingsheng will definitely be pulled out to whip the corpse and become the object of teasing.
Li Ziqi didn't expect that Cui Mingsheng would be so fast that the inventory in his stomach could not be poured out.
This won't work!
I want to let these people know today how brilliant my teacher is!
"Does anyone question my teacher?"
Li Ziqi asked, his eyes crossed the audience.
The guests either smiled or looked away, none of them dared to look at them.
But there are always people who do not believe in evil, such as Xia Taikang.
"Now in July, the Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, so please give your Highness a poem with the theme of the Mid-Autumn Moon Moon?"
Li Ziqi heard this and couldn't help taking a deep look at Xia Taikang.
You are going to die, you know?
You dare to use Mid-Autumn Festival as the theme?
I can chant ten poems in one breath, hang you up and beat you up!
"Please!"
Xia Taikang urged.
"When is the bright moon? Ask the wine to Qingtian, I don't know the palace in the sky, what year is this eve!"
Li Ziqi started a double play!
Su Shi's Water Tuning Song ~IndoMTL.com~ is placed throughout the Song Dynasty, and they are all **** words that are qualified to take no1.
Who dares to say that this word is bad for a single word is illiterate and will be cast aside.
Xia Taikang's energy is devoted to governance and cultivation, and he is not very proficient in poetry, but as soon as Li Ziqi's song of Shuitiao came out, he knew that he couldn't be a joke.
"This matter is difficult to complete in ancient times, I hope that people will be long, and there will be thousands of miles together!"
"Good!"
The king of Qi stroked his palms and praised him. This sentence was in line with his temperament that hurt the spring and sadness of the autumn, and it came to his heart all at once.
"I hope people will last forever, and be beautiful for thousands of miles! Very beautiful!"
Wang Qi wiped the corners of his eyes.
The corners of Li Xiu's mouth twitched a little, but I didn't see that this guy was still a literary youth.
"How do I feel that this can't be the dark history of Ziqi?"
Tantai Yutang looked at the photo-taking stone in his hand and felt that it was not fragrant.
"Wait and see!"
Qin Yao just doesn't believe in evil, poured a glass of wine, and gave Li Ziqi: "Master sister, this noun, be a drink!"
"Yes, everybody loves Qing, the drink is great, for His Highness Li Ziqi!"
Qi Wang raised his glass.
"Your Majesty, this is my teacher's word!"
Li Ziqi is modest and unacceptable.
"You are Sun Mo's eldest disciple, you drink for him, you should!"
Qi Wang persuaded him to drink and couldn't help asking: "Are there any more?"
"Your Majesty, please write a question!"
Li Ziqi prepares to kill three times.
"Then take the Double Ninth Festival as the title?"
The king of Qi chose a festival.
The ancients all paid a lot of attention to sacrifices. King Qi wanted to know if Sun Mo had (silver) poetry, but he didn't dare to ask.
Li Ziqi haha, didn't you send your head over for me to chop it off?
Little purse took a sip of wine!
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