The Tang Dynasty emphasizes poetry, and this emphasis has been reflected in the imperial examination. In the annual imperial examination, the proportion of poetry is not small, that is to say, if you can't write poetry well, you won't even have the opportunity to take the imperial examination.

Now Datang is on the way to rise, and it is full of vitality from top to bottom.

Then, countless brilliant poems left the most gorgeous label for this Tang Dynasty, and countless poets who were familiar to later generations continued to pour out.

Ahem!

Don't talk about this.

Because there are too many famous articles in the future, Master Jia is more worried.

He didn't know which one to use.

From the moment he put down his chopsticks, Shao Peng was staring at him.

"Where's the poem?"

It's not that Shao Peng is stingy, but that the opponent is too annoying.

It was the people of Qianniuwei who started the coaxing of the seedlings over there.

Many of Qianniuwei are the sons of Xun Qi, and they are naturally superior.

But this time, Qianniuwei was embarrassed by the fire of the hundred horsemen, and was severely reprimanded by Shangguan. So today they came to Wuxianglou to relieve their boredom.

Among them, the most powerful coaxing is Jiang Wei, who prepares for Qianniu.

Tang Xu waved his fist at that side and said: "Qianniuwei is His Majesty's guard, but our hundred horsemen are even more guards among the guards, they are not convinced, they often surround our brothers outside, and the two sides will fight every few days." ”

It turned out to be jealous.

Meng Liang saw that Jia Ping'an was thinking, so he urged: "If you have it, hurry up." ”

At this time, everyone is the same enemy, if Master Jia makes a good poem, he will be a good brother in an instant.

Jia Ping'an hesitated.

Suddenly there was a sigh around.

Shao Peng said: "If you're not sure, forget it!" ”

Meng Liang couldn't hide his disappointment, and hugged Qiaoyun's hand harder, causing a burst of humming, and quickly bowed his head to apologize.

Jia Ping'an sighed: "There are several songs, I don't know which one is suitable." ”

Everyone: "......"

Shao Peng scolded: "Tang Xu, you idiot, you are so shameless to take a hundred horses. ”

Tang Xu wiped his face, "No, yes, yes, make a song...... Ye Ye slept on the clouds, and the bed kept moving......"

Burst!

Qiaoyun pounded Meng Liang's chest with both fists, looking coquettish.

This kind of meat joke is prevalent in the army, and it is inevitable in the hundred horsemen.

Everyone was in a sad mood, but they couldn't help but laugh when they heard these two lines of poetry.

Jia Ping'an got up.

The crowd was still laughing.

The Qianniuwei people on the opposite side were also laughing.

"Hey!" Jiang Wei raised his glass and said with a smile: "There is a broom star, take a look!" What poems can a broom star make? ”

In Jia Ping'an's mind, several poems about acacia are flowing slowly, all of which are famous.

But!

To deal with these people, Jia Ping'an felt that he could make them hit the street with the most simple ones.

"I have a friend who went to the south last year, and when I think of this, I have a poem. Red beans are born in the south of the country......"

This sentence is so simple.

The laughter continued.

"A few branches in the spring."

The laughter stopped halfway.

Everyone looked at the young man and saw that he looked indifferent, as if he was reciting a poem that he thought of casually in the latrine.

"May you pick more, this thing ...... The most lovesick. ”

After the young man finished chanting, the hall was silent.

He raised his glass and drank for the first time tonight.

drank it all, dropped the wine glass, turned around and arched his hand: "I can't drink enough, go back first." ”

He walked away, and when he reached the door, the two men couldn't help but turn sideways to see each other.

He walked outside the door, and there was a bang inside.

"Good poetry!"

The sound rushed out like a tidal wave.

Passers-by were stunned, then stopped.

It's turned upside down inside.

The Tang Dynasty values poetry and love in the world, so the topic of acacia has not been mentioned by many poets.

Shao Peng slapped the case, first laughed sharply a few times, like a night owl, and then scolded: "Cheap dog slave, listen!" This is the poem of my hundred horses, can you compare it with others? ”

The Qianniuwei on the opposite side was stunned.

Tang Xu looked up to the sky and laughed, drank a few bowls of wine, and then said, "! This poem is really good! yes yes sounds comfortable, hahahaha! ”

This is because I am uneducated, and I am lying in the world.

The rough men think this poem is good, but they can't say what is good.

It feels like constipation, and it's like a beloved woman standing in front of you, reaching out and staying away, so you are in a dilemma, and your heart is itching......

In fact, a bunch of metaphors are less than one word: scratching the boots!

But there are many literate people present.

At this moment, the guqin fairy rang for a while, and everyone looked at it, but it was Yaxiang.

The little face was full of joy, "Red beans are born in the south, red beans are originally things in the south, it is rumored that a man died in the past, and his wife cried under the tree and died, turning into red beans, and the south said that this thing is acacia." ”

"This sentence is about the relationship between red beans and acacia, which makes people reverie."

Yaxiang played the piano again, "The second sentence, send a few branches in spring...... Lang Jun's friend is far away in the south, and he misses it a lot, which is to ask his friend, spring is coming, can the red bean tree over there sprout new sprouts? A few sprigs ......"

There was more sparkle and longing in her eyes, "Do you miss me?" If you miss it, you can go and see how many branches of the acacia tree have sent, this kind of affection makes people leisurely fascinated. ”

"May you pick more, this thing is the most lovely. These two sentences are point questions, you can think of me when you see red beans, more, it is a lot of affection, and it is natural to use red beans to tell your strong feelings.

And the last sentence mentions acacia, which echoes the red beans in the first sentence, red beans are lovesick, I am lovesick. ”

Yaxiang suddenly leaned on the piano, and then raised her head, "This poem seems to be inseparable from red beans, but it is inseparable from acacia, naturally, the lovesickness is portrayed into the wood, the slave can be regarded as having read many poems, and loves this kind of lovesickness the most, but I have read many predecessors' poems, and none of them can be compared with this." ”

She got up and looked at Shao Peng's side, "Dare to ask all Lang Jun, who is that young man?" ”

Shao Peng didn't answer, although he had read the book, but he didn't have any attainments in poetry, at this moment he heard Yaxiang interpret the whole poem, and knew that Baiqi completely suppressed Qianniuwei, and couldn't help but be very happy.

As for the answer......

A certain without eggs, a woman...... That's just floating clouds.

And he is all in a word, and coming to Qinglou is a sentence: nonsense.

So he felt that he was beyond the distinction between men and women, and he couldn't help laughing.

"Ho Ho Ho ......"

In the shrill laughter, Tang Xu said proudly: "I said it before...... Hey! Do you want to ask for advice? That's okay, that young man is my hundred horses, Jia Ping'an. ”

Previously, Qianniuwei's side had already revealed Jia Ping'an's identity, but Yaxiang solemnly asked for advice at the moment, which is the meaning of attention.

What about people?

Yaxiang asked again: "Dare to ask Jia Langjun, but ...... went?"

Where did Lao Jia go?

Shao Peng slapped his thigh, "That boy ran away." ”

Everyone was stunned.

"Ran away?"

Masaka sat down and muttered, "Am I not enough for him to review?" ”

She is conceited, versatile, and very beautiful, and is sought after by many people, who ask for intimacy but can't.

But at this moment, a teenager treats her as if she is nothing, as if he has discarded a stump at will, which ......

Does he not look down on me?

No.

A young man who can make such a wonderful lovesick sentence will not be such a shallow person.

So I'm willing to recommend myself for a pillow seat, why wouldn't he?

Don't?

Masaka touched her face, this action was so seductive that many men's eyes were attracted.

But Master Jia couldn't see it, and he wasn't interested.

"Jiang Wei, come to a song?" The hundred horsemen are shouting here.

Jiang Wei is angry, but he doesn't understand poetry! turned around and cheered up his colleagues: "Who can suppress Jia Ping'an, ten times Wuxianglou, a certain treat." ”

Everyone: "......"

"Speak!" Jiang Wei was furious.

A man with some culture said: "This poem can be called a famous poem, Jiang Wei, do you know the meaning of the famous poem?" ”

Jiang Wei shook his head, and the man sighed: "In other words, he Jia Ping'an can leave history with this poem." ”

It's such a bullish pen?

The rough men were stunned, then frustrated.

Jiang Wei asked without giving up: "Is there nothing that can surpass him?" ”

The man shook his head, "Lovesickness, a poem." ”

Jiang Wei: "......"

"Oops! Masaka came out. ”

Masaka, who was originally at the front of the lobby, got up and walked to Baiqi's side.

Shao Peng looked at her and suddenly felt ...... Was it wrong to be Ge Ge Ge back then?

It's good to be a man! Why do you want to cut it?

Yaxiang blessed her body, "Please tell Jia Langjun that Yaxiang is waiting for you." ”

The flower path has never been swept by guests, and the Pengmen is now open for you.

Qiaoyun was surprised, "Yaxiang, you...... That's the broom star, didn't you see that I was three steps away from him earlier? ”

Yaxiang glanced at her lightly, "Jia Langjun is a gentleman like jade. ”

She bowed slightly, and turned back.

"Like a jade gentleman!"

In Yaxiang's mind, Jia Ping'an, who recited a red bean and walked away, was a gentleman like a jade.

He refuses to sleep with me, and he must have taken pity on me.

The night ban was about to end, and Master Jia, who was releasing water in a corner of Chang'an City, shivered.

"The Great River Flows East, ......"

He sang and went all the way back to the moral workshop.