"Tomorrow's competition is very important. No matter what, I plan to go to the palace to have a look." Li Xuan's expression was firm. As a royal family with the surname Li, he naturally paid more attention to this competition than ordinary people.
After finishing speaking, he looked back at Li Yi and said: "Aren't you also good at writing poetry? Can you compare to that 'No. Such a high skill."
"nonsense."
Li Yi said something casually, then turned to a tailor and said, "Just follow the painting, don't change at all."
So what about "the highest poetic talent in the millennium", fame does not come from boasting, not to mention that the development of poetry in this world has long been led into the ditch by whom, if the former Tang Dynasty developed according to the established history, Li Bai Du Fu, Wang Wei, Bai Juyi..., if these people are randomly pulled out, why not add "ten thousand years" in front of their names.
Wang Zhong, the ghost of poetry, heard that his poems are good at casting words and galloping imagination, so he was dubbed "the ghost of poetry". Fortunately, Li He's coffin was suppressed, otherwise the real ghost of poetry would have to jump out and beat people .
They are the real full-level gods. In terms of poetry, they still belong to another plane compared to this world. Standing on the shoulders of so many great men, can't they torture and kill a talented person from the Qi Kingdom
If he lost all of them, the coffins of those great writers would really be unstoppable.
"That's right..." Li Xuan shook his head and said, although he doesn't know much about reciting poems and composing Fu, he knows that Li Yi's poem titles are still very good in Qing'an Mansion, but even Wang Zhong, the ghost of poetry, admits that he is not as good as Qi Qi. Young people from China, Li Yi is definitely not good, he did ask a nonsense just now.
"My lord, you, do you think this will work?"
The two tailors wiped the sweat from their brows, and looked at this weird lord carefully.
I have never seen such a big puppet before. Not to mention the weird shape, there are so many requirements. In addition, when they were working, the lord was watching and reminded them ten times an hour, which tailor to change to? I can't stand it either!
"All right, all right, let's make do with it..." Li Yi waved his hand and said, "Go to Butler Li to receive the reward yourself."
The two tailors seemed to be pardoned, and their faces showed joy. There is nothing wrong with this lord, but this temperament of rewarding money for a disagreement is very popular. The two tailors thanked for a while, and immediately went crazy I went to see Butler Li.
Li Xuan looked at the two strange things in front of him, wondering what was so special about what Li Yi was busy with these days.
"My lord, there are people from the Imperial College again..." Lao Fang leaned against the door and said, "This time I brought a gift, which was quite heavy. I asked the concierge to bring a few cups of tea, and now people are still waiting outside."
Li Xuan asked suspiciously: "What do the people from the Imperial College want you for?"
"Go out and have a look." Liu Beicai paid three visits to the thatched cottage. People from the Imperial College paid homage to the Viscount's Mansion more than three times. Each time the gift was heavier than the last time, and they even made him stand outside the door to bask in the sun. show.
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"Master Zheng, do we really have to wait like this?" Outside the Viscount's mansion, a doctor of computational science from the Imperial Academy asked bitterly as he looked at the Imperial Prince's offering of wine.
The rest of the people also looked at him one after another. This is no longer a slow wait. They have visited for several days in succession, and they have given countless gifts. They can only drink a cup of tea today. They didn't even enter the gate. It would be uncomfortable for anyone.
"wait!"
Guo Zijiu gritted his teeth. The performance of His Royal Highness Jin Wang in the court today finally made him realize clearly how different Guo Zi Jian and Li Xian Zi are. Now His Majesty has realized the importance of new arithmetic. Guo Zi Jian made mistakes once or twice Yes, if His Royal Highness Jin slapped him a few more times, it would be easy to lose face. If the National Supervision Department is cancelled, his sacrificial wine will definitely surpass his predecessors, and his name will go down in history...
Just when everyone was waiting to see through, several figures finally appeared at the gate of the Viscount's Mansion.
"I kept the adults waiting for a long time. Your Majesty's confinement period has not yet come, so you can't leave the house. If you have anything to do, come in and talk about it." Li Yi stood at the door and said to everyone in the Imperial College.
Li Yi is still very clear about how many times the Guozijian guys have made their own small reports, so naturally they will not treat them as distinguished guests, and said in a neutral manner.
Regarding Li Yi's attitude, Guozi Jijiu was not surprised at all. He took a step forward and said with an apologetic smile: "I am ordered by His Majesty to bring a doctor from Guozi Supervisory Department to learn new mathematics from Li Xianzi..."
"Looking at the etiquette...cough, since it is His Majesty's will, then you can listen in the Bowen Hall in the future." Li Yi thought for a while and said.
He has so much free time that he wastes time teaching these people. Mathematics is a road of no return. Only the starting point has no end. At that time, throwing a few unreasonable equations, messing around and calculus will be enough for them to study until retirement.
"Then thank you Li Xianzi!"
Just sit in and listen, at least feel at ease after listening to it, Guozi Jijiu never imagined that Li Xianzi would let go of his old prejudices and teach them seriously, and he didn't stay for a long time. After thanking him, he took the Guozijian and left .
Li Yi has already heard about Jin Wang Li Han's affairs. This kid doesn't let himself worry about it during the holidays. He messed up so many things. It must be because he left too little homework. It seems that it's time to publish another booklet...
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Early in the morning, just after dawn, Li Yi rubbed his sleepy eyes, looked at the two eunuchs standing in the yard, turned and walked into the house.
"Heh... Isn't the confinement period not over yet, I'll go back to sleep for a while, don't call me if you have nothing to do, let alone call me if you have something to do..."
No one would be in a good mood to be called up before dawn. Li Yi yawned a few times and stepped over the threshold.
"Your Majesty knew that you would be lazy, so he specially sent this old man over..." A sinister voice came from behind, and Chang De grabbed him by the collar, pulled him back, and said, "Ms. Li, you still Go obediently with this old man..."
He nodded slightly to Ruyi who was standing aside, and then dragged Li Yi to the door.
It turned out to be the old guy Changde, who is quite old and strong. It seems that today's lazy sleep is not enough to sleep. When he was dragged away by that old guy, he told Ruyi to remember to save food for him in the morning, and he was killed the next moment. He pushed into the carriage.
"Wait a minute." Seeing the old guy get on his horse, as if he was going to leave immediately, Li Yi said quickly.
Chang De looked back and said: "What else is there, if you delay His Majesty's important event, you and I can't afford it."
"I'll go back to pick up something." Li Yi jumped out of the carriage and entered the Viscount's Mansion, and came out with two things in his arms after a while.
Chang De glanced at him, lightly waved his whip, and the carriage started.
"Mr. Chang..." The carriage hadn't entered the city yet, and he couldn't fall asleep due to the bumps. Li Yi was a little bored, opened the window, and watched Chang De speak.
"Say." Chang De said without turning his head.
A trace of curiosity appeared on Li Yi's face: "Can I ask you a question."
"The old man has never practiced the Sunflower Book!"
"Uh..., not this." Li Yi looked at him and asked, "Why don't you call yourself 'our family'?"
Chang De frowned: "Why does the old man call himself our family?"
"Asshole screenwriter..."
Li Yi put down the car window, leaned against the beautiful goat puppet, muttered something, and closed his eyes.