Li Yu's smile was a little stiff, enjoying his sister-in-law's extremely admiring gaze, and praised this poem to the sky, but this poem was not written by him.

"Jiamin, you are so complimentary."

Zhou Jiamin walked over with a slender figure. Although she was only fourteen years old, she was slim, ready to bloom, and full of youthful vitality.

She looked at Li Yu with admiration in her eyes and said: "I don't have any praise at all, but I saw it with my own eyes! Just now, Jiamin was standing outside the door and saw the emperor's brother-in-law Yushu leaning against the wind, reading a poem

Wen, the seven-rhythm poem is different, listening to it makes people feel as if they have encountered

It's like banishing an immortal, and has the charm of not eating fireworks. Brother-in-law Huang, don't think that Jiamin is young and thinks that I don't read enough. Let me tell you, the poems and poems I have read are no better than what my sister read when she was her age.

Master, this is what my mother told me."

Li Yu looked at her tenderly and said with a smile: "Gu, I didn't say you didn't read enough, it's just this poem..."

"It's really good. It's so beautiful that it will be passed down through the ages!" Zhou Jiamin commented seriously.

Li Yu smiled bitterly and said: "Okay, I admit, this poem is indeed very good! But, it is not..."

Zhou Jiamin's sharp eyes found a few pages of poems scattered on the table. She smiled slightly and walked over happily without listening to Li Yu's words. She picked up two pieces of rice paper scattered on the table and said happily: "Brother-in-law Huang."

I wrote new words again.”

"That...no!" Li Yu stood in the distance, dumbfounded. When he saw this sister-in-law, his eloquence seemed a bit clumsy, and he couldn't explain why.

At this time, Zhou Jiamin quickly finished reading three articles, and was also surprised by the masterpieces of "Su Yixuan", such as "There is no grass anywhere in the world", "Wine makes me sad, turning into tears of lovesickness", Xiao Nizi has read it

After that, the joy on his face became even stronger, his eyes glanced at Li Yu from time to time, and the admiration in his eyes became stronger.

"Brother-in-law Huang, these new lyrics you wrote are so good. Yesterday you said you had no inspiration to write, but today you wrote so many new lyrics in one breath. This makes Jiamin admire you!"

Li Yu looked embarrassed, standing there, looking at Zhou Jiamin who was in high spirits, looking at him with such admiring eyes, feeling a little guilty, and suddenly felt a trace of jealousy towards Su Yixuan's literary talent.

"Jiamin feels that, brother-in-law Huang, you can be called the best lyricist in the world at this time. It's really not an exaggeration at all!" Zhou Jiamin continued to praise her with beautiful words. She has a simple mind and will speak out if she has any good points.

Good or not, just say bad. She doesn't have much thought yet. Since the emperor's brother-in-law has written these excellent works, she also wants to praise them more.

"That's enough!" Li Yu's face was a little unhappy, not because he was angry with Zhou Jiamin, but because of this kind of pretentiousness and replacing other people's talents. This was the first time he had encountered this kind of vanity, and he had never experienced such vanity before. It was equal to him.

I was defeated in the field where I thought I was the most powerful, and it was in front of my sister-in-law.

Zhou Jiamin was stunned. Looking at the somewhat angry Li Yu, she was a little confused. Did the emperor's brother-in-law not like to be praised? No, when he was praised before, the other party would always smile and accept it happily!

"Brother-in-law, what's wrong with you?"

Li Yu calmed down and said with a slightly embarrassed look: "The peach blossom poems I just read and the few poems you are holding in your hand were not written alone. They were brought back from Runzhou by the schoolmaster Xu Kai."

After Zhou Jiamin heard this, he changed from stunned to surprised, thinking: When did such a famous article appear in Runzhou City? He had just left Runzhou for less than a month, and people like Hou Shijie, Tan Mingjun, Zhu Yao and others had seen it.

, although they are all talented, it is difficult to write such poems!

Ehuang and Jiamin were both daughters of Situ Zhou Zong of the Southern Tang Dynasty. They lived in Yangzhou. However, six or seven years ago, Yangzhou was captured by the Northern Zhou army. Many people and wealthy people in Yangzhou crossed the river and poured into Runzhou City. The Zhou family

She also built a house in Runzhou City. Later, after Zhou Zong passed away, Mrs. Zhou took her young daughter and often traveled between Jinling and Runzhou, so there were houses in both places.

Although Jinling is the capital, it is also a whirlpool of power struggles and is too noisy. Zhou Zong is deceased, and Mrs. Zhou likes peace and quiet and prefers to live in Runzhou City. Therefore, Zhou Jiamin spends more time in Runzhou than in Jinling.

Zhou Jiamin asked: "Which talented people in Runzhou did these?"

Li Yu replied: "They were all done by a talented man!"

"How... is this possible?" Zhou Jiamin shook his head with a look of disbelief.

Li Yu sighed: "It's true, his name is Su Yixuan!"

"Su Yixuan?" Zhou Jiamin murmured a few words and shook his head: "I have never heard of this talented man's name."

Li Yu hesitated for a moment, but still didn't tell her that Su Yixuan was also called Su Chen, probably out of selfish motives, and he didn't want to publicize Su Chen too much.

"It's getting dark, Jiamin, let's have dinner with Gu!"

Zhou Jiamin was about to agree, but when she thought of these new poems, her sister had not read them yet, so she smiled and said: "Forget it tonight, I will go find my sister and show her these new poems. Hehe, let me lend them to you first."

It’s me, brother-in-law.”

After saying this, Zhou Jiamin picked up the rice paper with new words on the table, took the peach blossom poem from Li Yu's hand, and couldn't wait to share it with Ehuang.

Her every frown, smile, and every move was always so natural and agile. Li Yu stood there, staring blankly at Zhou Jiamin leaving. For some reason, he felt a little blocked in his heart.

At this time, Feng Jian, the chief eunuch of the chamberlain, walked into the palace door from the outside, stepped forward and said softly: "Official family, it's time for dinner. The imperial dining room is ready. Should we eat in the imperial study room or move to the side hall?"

Li Yu took a deep breath, waved his hand and said, "If you don't have any appetite, don't eat now. Don't mention dinner until you write ten good poems."

Feng Jian was stunned on the spot, wondering what kind of stimulation the king had received, and he suddenly had to spend all his sleep and food writing lyrics?

"The officials..." Eunuch Feng wanted to persuade him again, but Li Yu simply refused to listen.

At this moment, Li Yu felt so embarrassed when he thought of Zhou Jiamin's admiring look just now and the embarrassment of misunderstanding?

"Go down!" Li Yu's stubborn temper was rising, and it was extremely difficult to dissuade him.

Manager Feng had no choice but to shut up and left the imperial study angrily. He still had a puzzled look on his face and thought to himself: What happened to the king today?

The entire imperial study room fell silent. Li Yu sat in front of the desk, thinking hard, planning to write a few masterpieces of the same level, so as to re-establish his image as the "first lyricist" in Jiamin's heart, and even Ehuang,

She will soon be able to read Su Yixuan's lyrics, and what will be affected then is her literary status in the hearts of the two girls.

This matter is more important to Li Yu than losing the city and territory, because this is the area he cares about most and is most proud of, and he must not be defeated.

Frankly speaking, Li Yu's talent is beyond reproach, and he definitely has a very bright page in the entire history of literature!

But today's Li Yu has not experienced the separation of life and death from his wife and children, and has not experienced the tragic experience of the destruction of the country and the death of his family. The sublimation of his personal thoughts and connotations has not yet been raised to a top level. For the time being, he cannot write "Spring Flowers and Autumn Moon".

"When is it?", "I don't know I am a guest in my dream", "Lonely Wutong deep courtyard locks the autumn" and other classic phrases.

His current writing and ink writing is still full of romance, romance, and romance. In terms of artistic conception, he is the first to lose.
Chapter completed!