In the early morning of the next day, a light snow sprinkled between thousands of streets and hundreds of squares, the majestic Chang'an is like a giant beast lying on the snowy region, and the road leading to the five lakes and seas is the hair on the giant beast's body, connecting the corners and corners of the territory of thousands of miles.

There was still a month before the end of the year, Song Yufu walked out of Wenqu Garden, holding a stack of books in her hand, and looked up at the snowflakes falling from the sky.

The New Year is coming to an end, and in a few days, her father Song Baiqing will inevitably go through the motions. It's just that her father thinks that 'literati poetry is like martial arts and fists embroidered legs, and it is difficult to maintain it, but it is difficult to be safe', and he has never looked down on the talents who compete for the head at the poetry meeting, and these trivial matters are handed over to her to take care of.

Song Yufu is a woman, and she can't be an official in the future, so she naturally doesn't care about the saying of 'poetry is a small talent, a great talent in governing the world', and she is content to see a few pleasing poems.

It's just that in the past few days, she hasn't been interested, and I don't know if it's because of Xu Shizi.

Xu Shizi has been in Chang'an City for a year, and she has spent very little time in Guozijian, and she has stayed alone in the Bell and Drum Tower when she comes.

But a few days ago, Xu Shizi gave the wolf guard a head and taught Xiao Ting, who was rude, a lesson, which made her a little curious about this high-ranking foreign son.

is obviously a very calm and sensible gentleman, why does he always show people with a high-flying and domineering appearance...... forced her to copy books and threw her around to scare her, maybe he talked too much and annoyed Xu Shizi, and after a few days of contact, Xu Shizi was actually not very fierce......

Song Yufu thought wildly, stretched out her little hand to catch a few snowflakes, and the appearance of the collar of the jacket swept across her neck, as if her heart was itching.

Song Yufu turned her eyes to look at the bell and drum tower standing in the middle of the Guozi Prison, hesitated for a moment, and walked over, although she knew that Xu Shizi would definitely let her copy the book in the past, but she was still curious about what kind of person Xu Shizi was, just copy the book......

The Bell and Drum Tower is a very solemn place, and the 'Don't forget the bell' on it represents Da Yue's hardships of enduring humiliation for a hundred years in the land of projectiles, and no one usually comes, and it is very quiet.

Song Yufu was a little hesitant, so her steps were very light, and she walked near the room under the bell and drum tower, and was hesitating whether to say hello or how to say hello, when she heard a conversation:

“…… What kind of rotten poetry are you buying? In a few days, the dragon will ......"

“…… Little Wangye, the article is natural, and the magic hand is ......"

……

Song Yufu was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly stood in place, with a little stunned in her eyes.

It is common for princes and nobles to buy poems and go to the literary meeting to be vassals and elegant, and most of the daughters who do not learn and have no skills in the Wenqu Garden have done it. This kind of behavior is not a heinous crime, but orthodox literati have always looked down on such people.

She didn't expect Xu Shizi, who is a high-ranking and powerful person who has never been stained with smoke and dust, to do such a thing. Xu Shizi is the eldest son of King Su, he is the pride of the sky, and he doesn't need this reputation as a literati at all, why do you want to do such a ridiculous thing of vassal elegance?

Song Yufu showed imperceptible disappointment in her eyes, thought about it, and was not easy to dissuade, and was about to turn around and leave silently, but the next words in the house made her stunned on the spot......

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The doors and windows of the small room under the bell and drum tower were closed.

Xu Buling sat upright in front of the bookcase, holding a stack of poems in his hand.

Lao Xiao stood in front of him with a cane as a staff officer, and kept shaking his head:

"Little prince, literati are arrogant, and it is shameful to sell poetry to earn silver, there are only a few talented people who dare to sell poetry, and they are not acquaintances who do not sell, Lao Xiao, I also inquired for a long time before asking for the way, and it cost a lot of silver."

Xu Buling frowned, looking at the thick pile of poems, a little worried.

The children of rich families buy poems to pretend to be forced, not to make a fool of themselves. And the genius who sells poetry knows the hearts of consumers very well, and the poems he writes are all decent, not to mention the dross and not a good work, anyway, he can read it when he throws it out, and the real literati don't have the heart to care whether this kind of poetry that is forgotten in a blink of an eye is bought.

Xu Buling wants to have a reputation for 'stealing poems' on his back, first of all, this poem can't be too bad, otherwise it won't be popular, people don't care if he wrote it or not, even if he knows that he bought it, he won't be more serious because of this kind of 'chicken rib poem'.

Thinking of the task assigned by Mrs. Lu, Xu Buling had a headache and threw the poem aside:

"Can't buy a good one? What kind of word cover Chang'an? ”

Lao Xiao Mo leaned on his crutches and rolled his eyes: "Little prince, don't say that the word covers Chang'an, if you have the ability to cover the Guozi Prison, people won't sell poems to make money, why don't you write two poems yourself?" ”

Xu Buling pondered it for a while, and there was only this way. Lao Xiao memorized him out of the sea of corpses and blood last year, and there was nothing to watch out for, so he picked up a pen and grinded it and wrote a few sentences on rice paper.

Lao Xiao knew that Xu Buling's brain was better after he was seriously ill, but he hadn't seen poetry before, so he stretched his neck at this time and slowly followed the handwriting:

"When I was drunk, I picked up the lamp and looked at the sword, and I dreamed of blowing the horn and the battalion...... But the king of the world, won the name before and after his death. Poor white happens! …… No, no, no......"

Xu Buling was stunned for a moment and tilted his head: "Why not?" I'm eighteen years old, and obviously can't write this poem. ”

Poetry is not as simple as piling up rhetoric, and without seeing all the experiences of life, you can't write this sense of vicissitudes at all.

Xu Buling wanted others to see that he was 'stealing poems', so naturally he wrote this kind of writing that did not match his age group. In his opinion, the poem is perfectly fine.

But Lao Xiao shook his head and said seriously: "Little prince, the old general Xu has been fighting all his life, you write these few sentences, it can be to remember the ancestors, if those literati think of this, they will think that this poem is indeed written by you." ”

Xu Buling frowned, but he forgot about this stubble, he thought about it, and picked up the pen and wrote:

"Withered vines and old trees...... Small bridges and flowing water...... Ancient Road West Wind Thin Horse ...... The sun is setting, and the heartbroken man is ...... at the end of the world."

After Xu Buling finished writing, he raised his eyebrows: "It's okay, right?" It is impossible for my dignified prince to have such a miserable situation. ”

Lao Xiao frowned and looked at it a few times, revealing a little emotion: "Last year, in the middle of the Wei River, I fled to Chang'an with His Royal Highness the Prince on my back, and the scene on the road is quite similar to this poem......"

Xu Buling's brows furrowed, and it was the first time that he found it so difficult to copy poems.

He didn't remember much of the poem, so he thought about it for a while, so he could only pick up a pen and rewrite it:

"Ten years of life and death, without thinking, unforgettable. Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation......"

Lao Xiao looked at the neat handwriting on the rice paper seriously, his eyes showed a little depression, and he raised his hand and gently patted Xu Buling's shoulder:

"The princess ended up depressed ten years ago because of the 'Iron Eagle Deer Hunting', and the prince has not been able to let go, but I didn't expect the little prince to see it in your eyes......"

Smack-

Xu Buling slapped the brush on the table, spread his hands and was very helpless: "I didn't write it, I copied it, even you can't fool it, how can you fool those literati?" ”

Lao Xiao sighed loudly, looked at Xu Buling's gaze, with a little relief, just like watching a little kid finally grow into a man in charge of his own affairs.

Xu Buling had nothing to say, sat in front of the bookcase and thought for a long time before he picked up the pen again and wrote:

"The wind and dust are gone, and the flowers are gone, and I am tired of combing my hair day and night. Things are people, and everything is resting, and tears flow first if you want to speak......"

Lao Xiao's eyes lit up, and he leaned in front of him and looked at it carefully: "Hmm...... It doesn't look like it was written by a man, but when I hear it, it's like a poor woman who has been weathered and helpless...... Ordinary people can't write ......"

"Then this one, I don't believe they can't tell that I copied it......"

……

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Outside the room.

Song Yufu's eyes were round, and she covered her mouth tightly, as if she had found a treasure, and her eyes were full of shock.

OMG~

Ready-to-use words, style sophistry.

A veteran of the battlefield, a down-and-out wanderer, a sad literati, and a deep resentful woman......

The various role changes are seamless, as if I have really experienced it myself, and I can't find the slightest fault.

This poetry skill is inhuman!

Song Yufu's eyelashes kept trembling, and she couldn't wait to rush in and read those poems now.

But as soon as the thought arose, she stopped again.

Judging from Xu Shizi's words, he doesn't want to be famous, and he also wants to have a bad reputation of 'stealing poetry'.

Although she doesn't understand the intention of doing this, can she not know whether Xu Shizi is stealing poetry or not?

Song Yufu was born in a scholarly family, and her father and brother are both Confucians, how can she sit back and watch the reputation of people with real talent and learning be discredited.

Now that she is in, Xu Shizi knows that she is eavesdropping, and she will definitely not go to the poetry club.

That......

Song Yufu squinted slightly, and her bright eyes showed a bit of cunning......

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