Li Changle found the email address given by Li Xuexin and quickly entered three seven-character Yuefu poems into the computer. After confirming that there was no problem with the email address, he clicked send.

After thinking about it, Li Changle took it and sent it to Wang Siyi. Wang Siyi, who had just stepped off the stage after the performance, immediately asked Xiuxiu to get her mobile phone. When she saw that Li Changle had sent her three poems, she couldn't help but be stunned.

This guy, before she came on stage, she was still worried about the theme of this poetry conference and didn't know how to start. The whole process from the time she came to the stage to the time she came off the stage was less than fifteen minutes. At this time, he composed three poems and even copied them.

He copied it so quickly.

Wang Siyi hadn't noticed the content of the poem yet. He just glanced at his phone and replied to Li Changle first. "Didn't you just say that you haven't thought about how to write the main body of this time? Why did you write it out so quickly? There are still three poems."

"I haven't thought about it at first, but after I saw you wearing ancient clothes, these poems flashed through my mind. How do you feel?"

Li Changle wanted to ask Wang Siyi's opinion. Wang Siyi's cultural quality was pretty good. After all, his family was from a scholarly family. He had been influenced by Wang Weimin since he was a child, and he had read a lot of poetry and books.

"The clouds think of my clothes, the flowers think of my face, the spring breeze blows on the threshold and the dew is thick. If I hadn't seen them on the top of a group of jade mountains, I would have seen them under the moon on Yaotai."

Wang Siyi read the first poem in a low voice, and then he was shocked that this guy had written such a poem that was comparable to lovesickness in such a short time, and then he blushed.

Wang Siyi remembered that Li Changle had just said that these poems came to him after seeing himself. How could he be so beautiful?

Yun wants to make his own clothes, and Hua wants to be like her. It would be great if his love IQ was as high as his literary talent.

Wang Siyi blushed and continued to read the remaining two poems. None of them were bad. If these three poems were submitted, what would others have to do?

"Did you really write these poems just now?"

Wang Siyi asked uncertainly, if he hadn't known that Li Changle was an honest person, he wouldn't have lied to her.

She even suspected that Li Changle was telling lies, but he seemed to have written the poem called Lovesickness very quickly last time. This guy could do everything very quickly. He seemed to be like this when writing novels, songs, and poems.

"Yes, I just thought of it after reading you. You can understand that it is written for you."

Li Changle pretended to be serious and said.

Wang Siyi blushed and sighed. "Bah, you're a man's mouth, you're a liar, I don't believe you."

"Seriously, what do you think of these poems?"

Li Changle asked Wang Siyi. Wang Siyi didn't know how to answer. She felt that she couldn't evaluate these three poems.

His father probably couldn't write such poetry, so Wang Siyi couldn't help but compare it with Wang Weimin's poetry.

After repeated confirmations, I found that this was the case. I don’t know whether my father was happy or disappointed after knowing this.

"A young woman can't judge such a talented person, so you'd better go find my father."

Wang Siyi was naughty. Although her cultural literacy was pretty good, she felt that she could not evaluate these poems and should let her father and Uncle Li do the evaluation.

After Wang Siyi expressed that he was helpless, he told Li Changle that he needed to change clothes and go back to the hotel. He was in Dongdu City today and had to rush back to Shanghai tomorrow, which was very tiring.

Li Changle couldn't do much except understand and feel sorry for him. He could only tell Wang Siyi to wear more clothes and not to catch cold.

Li Changle checked the time. It was still early, and Wang Weimin probably hadn't slept yet, so he decided to send it to Wang Weimin for a look, even though he knew that it wouldn't be a big problem for Li Taibai's poems to be recognized as poetry conferences in this world.

But his father-in-law took great care of him and gave him a look in advance, which might make him happy. So Li Changle simply sent a message to Wang Weimin.

"Uncle Wang, are you asleep? I have written a few poems here, which I plan to use as entries for this year's poetry competition. Why don't you help me palm my eyes?"

When Wang Weimin saw Li Changle sent him a message, he remembered that the national competition area of ​​the Chinese Poetry Competition was already in full swing and was receiving submissions. He was busy running for his daughter during this period, so he forgot to pay attention to it.

He just never thought that Li Changle would submit his manuscript so late again, but he was still looking forward to Li Changle's work. Acacia really shocked him, and he hoped that it would also surprise him this time.

"Yes, but I can't say that I know your poetry level. I can only say that I appreciate it. The theme of this year's poetry conference seems to be beauty. I don't know what kind of amazing poetry you can write."

Wang Weimin knew how much he was worth. At the very least, he couldn't write poems like lovesickness. Moreover, the poem Li Changle helped him revise last time he felt was more in line with the artistic conception. Due to various factors, Wang Weimin did not think that Li Changle was inferior to him.

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Li Changle felt that the reason why Wang Weimin, an elder, could get along with him was that he was never arrogant and his attitude towards literature was quite serious. Even for young people much younger than him, he could humbly accept suggestions.

Even though he holds a position at the level of Jinling University, he does not overwhelm others with his power at all. No wonder he can teach a daughter with Wang Siyi's character to have a good way of dealing with people.

Li Changle sent all three Qingping tunes to Wang Weimin. In fact, it was basically impossible to expect him to change them. Li Changle even doubted that no one could change them now. After all, these were poems written by Shixian.

Wang Weimin saw three Qingping tunes and found out that they were three seven-character Yuefu poems. He couldn't help being stunned. There are not many people writing seven-character Yuefu poems these days.

After reading the three poems in three minutes, Wang Weimin couldn't help but breathe quickly, as if he had found a treasure.

Gorgeous words and unique metaphors are definitely not something he can do, nor can his teacher. Wang Weimin is sure of it.

It can only be said that Li Changle's talent for writing poems is really incredible. Wang Weimin couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

"What a beautiful poem you have!"

"You actually wrote three poems. That's incredible. This year's poetry competition is going to be a success. I'm afraid you'll probably be among the top three."

After hearing Wang Weimin's evaluation, Li Changle felt confident that he had successfully harvested the wool.

Wang Weimin looked at these three poems and read them over and over again. He felt that these poems were definitely comparable to lovesickness poems.

Moreover, in terms of describing women, these three poems can be described as reaching the pinnacle. At the very least, I was shocked to the core.

When Wang Weimin saw this poem for the first time, he remembered that he had just come into contact with ancient poetry when he was young, and was surprised when he encountered a certain ancient quatrain for the first time.

No, I have to let Siyi hold on tight. Although Li Changle is a little emotionally weak, his talent is beyond words and his character is not bad. Where can I find such a son-in-law?

－－－－－－Digression－－－－－

Up to now, a total of more than 100,000 words have been updated, which can be considered as a fulfillment of my promise of frequent updates. I have used up all the saved manuscripts. It is still a bit difficult to update 10,000 words a day. From now on, I will most likely maintain 6-8,000 updates a day. Let’s see.
Chapter completed!