When Li Shusheng heard someone asking him the question, he answered casually without realizing who was asking.
Situ Yue was captured and forced to serve as a soldier. Since it was the first day, perhaps this small discount for scholars had not yet spread, so not many people came to this wall.
These sentences were written by Liu Qinghuan because she was afraid that Situ Yue's answers would be too difficult.
After reading these poems, Situ Yue felt a little inferior.
Are you afraid that I will make things difficult?
Situ Yue suddenly felt a little sorry for Master Han. With these questions in front of him, if the questions at their wedding were too simple, wouldn't they pale in comparison?
"I don't know who set the question, but it must be a literary master."
Situ Yue turned around and saw that the "literary master" was looking at the guests in the room with sparkling eyes.
"Brother, do you have any correct answers?" Situ Yue studied them for two days and asked Liu Qinghuan for the answers. They really had their own merits.
"I can only strive for neatness, but not for transcendence." Li Shusheng shook his head and didn't want to speak, for fear of being outdone.
It seems that the free lunch is not so delicious.
Situ Yue also felt that these two lines of sentences could be kept for the New Year.
"Brother Li, even you don't dare to say that?" Li Shusheng's friend widened his eyes.
"There are always people better than you." Li Shusheng shook his head, feeling very ashamed.
"If you have any good sentences, you can give them to me." Seeing that this person had a good impression (actually, it was because this person was the only one interested in poetry), Situ Yue mentioned one more sentence.
"You?" Li Shusheng turned around and looked at Situ Yue.
At first glance, you can tell he is a literary giant!
With an immortal air.
"You didn't write these poems, did you?"
"He's my friend. I'm just helping with the management."
"Can you recommend someone?"
Li Shusheng didn't want to eat anymore. He just wanted to see if the person who could write such a poem was suitable for the job.
Situ Yue glanced at Liu Qinghuan, who was looking at the account book with Yan Xu at the counter, smiling so hard that his teeth were showing, and fell silent.
In order not to undermine this scholar's values, let's not do it.
"My friend, though a brilliant writer, is a bit of a loner, so I'm afraid it's difficult to recommend him."
Li Shusheng cupped his hands and said, "I understand."
Situ Yue liked the man's understanding, so she asked again, "Do you have any questions?"
Li Shusheng shook his head: "I have some in my belly, but I can't show it to you now."
"Don't be so self-deprecating. Huanxi Restaurant has this project not for publicity, but to truly give writers like us the opportunity to showcase our talents. How can we be deterred by this?"
"Ah, I'm really ashamed to be associated with such a topic."
Situ Yue smiled and said, "The words on the wall are out of reach. The boss originally intended them to be the treasure of the shop. If we are put off by them, we will be betraying the boss's good intentions."
"Brother, you are absolutely right!"
Perhaps it was because Situ Yue's gentle expression was too influential, so Li Shusheng asked out his question.
"Guqin talks about the night moon. What do you think, brother?"
"Painting autumn mountains with light ink." Situ Yue continued.
"..." Li Shusheng suddenly felt that he was completely incompetent. He was immediately picked up by someone else, whose answer was much more neat and artistic. He shook his head and said with a smile, "It seems that I am not destined to be with your building."
"Wait!" Situ Yue felt amused. If even he couldn't match it, why not hang it up and keep it for cooking during the Chinese New Year next year?
"My writing is so elegant, there is no need to say more." Li Shusheng was very sincere and did not feel ashamed of himself.
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