Nima, Yang Jiong, one of the four heroes of the early Tang Dynasty, even if Chen Fang is lonely and unheard, he has heard of this name.

At this time, a man in white had already walked over, but he was dressed in snow and had a scarf on his head, and he was extremely elegant.

Chen Fang looked at him at this time, what a Yang Jiong! Your Majesty, with such a great talent in the town here, what are you afraid of those scribes of the Western Qin and Northern Han Dynasty?

If Yang Jiong couldn't suppress those scribes here, Chen Fang would feel strange.

The four heroes of the early Tang Dynasty, but none of them were in vain, the talents of these people, not to mention at this time, even if they look at the five thousand years of China, no one dares to say that they can completely surpass them.

Even if it is a poet and a poet, who dares to say that it can overshadow the article of the four heroes of the early Tang Dynasty.

Yang Jiong is here, that is the mainstay of the early Tang Dynasty poetry at this time, Zhenhai Shenshi. The scribes of the Western Qin and Northern Han Dynasty who are still afraid of birds.

At this time, this poem came out, but I really saw that some scribes did not dare to write poems at this time.

After all, if you can come here, you must have some ink in your chest, and you can still distinguish between good and bad.

As soon as Yang Jiong's poem came out, some people didn't want to be ugly, after all, even if the poem was made, it was pressed by others, so they naturally didn't have the heart to do it.

At this time, Yang Jiong's skills overwhelmed the audience, but Chen Fang took it for granted, as long as the other three of the four heroes of the early Tang Dynasty did not appear here, in terms of poetry, in this era, who can stand out?

At this time, he looked at Yang Jiong, but he was also a personable and beautiful man, of course, he naturally couldn't compare with himself, Chen Fang was still very confident in his appearance.

It's been nearly a year since I came to Datang, and in terms of appearance, Wu Meiniang's sons can compare with themselves, and Li Xian, Li Xian, Li Xian, and Li Dan are still young at this time, so Li Hong is older, and his body is considered to have grown.

If there is no Chen Fang, Li Hong is the face of a beautiful man, after all, the bloodline is there, Wu Meiniang is the son of Li Zhisheng, if the appearance is not high, it will be strange.

After all, whether it is His Majesty or Niangniang, that appearance is really rare and exquisite. Especially Wu Meiniang, every time Chen Fang looked at her, he felt that his eyes were about to be nailed to Niangniang.

Parents are good-looking, and their children will naturally not be bad, which is preferred. Unless one of the parents is an artificial beauty or a beautiful man, naturally, there will be no artificial beauty or beautiful man in this era.

"Weichen Yang Jiong knocks to see Your Majesty, knocks to see the queen!"

At this time, Yang Jiong had already met His Majesty and Niangniang, where Li Zhi heard Yang Jiong's name and surname, but he felt familiar and seemed to have heard it, but Li Zhi couldn't remember it for a while.

"You are Yang Jiong, if it is really the same as the rumors, but you are literary and romantic."

At this time, Wu Meiniang had already said, Li Zhi looked at Wu Meiniang, or his queen had a better memory, he only felt familiar, but Mei Niang knew this.

At this time, Chen Fang looked at Yang Jiong and Wu Meiniang, and there were actually a lot of grievances and entanglements between these two.

Among the four heroes of the early Tang Dynasty, Yang Jiong and Luo Binwang and Wu Meiniang were the most entangled.

King Luo Bin naturally doesn't need to say much, an article "Seeking Wu Cong for Xu Jingye" can be regarded as completely offending Wu Meiniang to death, and the grievances between the two are full of thick ink and color in the history books.

Among them, there are even more twists and turns, especially Wu Meiniang looked at the crusade against her own text, but she praised Luo Bin Wang Wencai, which made people feel nostalgic for the mind of this empress through the ages. In the end, Xu Jingye was defeated and killed, and King Luo Bin was nowhere to be found, but in the end, Wu Meiniang let go of King Luo Bin.

And although Yang Jiong and Wu Meiniang don't have too many rich stories, it is also because of Wu Meiniang, who has had ups and downs in her life.

In fact, Xu Jingye crusaded against Wu Cong, and Yang Jiong was actually implicated, because his uncle's son followed Xu Jingye to crusade against Wu Cong, and he was finally subjected to Zhu Lian and was degraded.

Later, Wu Meiniang became the emperor, and Yang Jiong went to Luoyang, which can be regarded as a lot of sycophants of Wu Meiniang, but in the end, her career was not smooth.

If you talk about the four heroes of the early Tang Dynasty, Yang Jiong is still the one who has been by Wu Meiniang's side for the longest time.

At this time, Wu Meiniang praised Yang Jiong, and Yang Jiong immediately bowed to Wu Meiniang.

"Niangniang praises, Weichen is ashamed!"

"You should get up, come on, sit down, Yang Jiong, you just sit here."

At this time, Wu Meiniang commanded, a eunuch had already brought a chair, Yang Jiong sat down, but he looked at the princes, he was not looking at the princes, but at the horses of the dynasty.

Recently, Yang Jiong came to Chang'an for the first time, but he was all over Chang'an, and he could hear people talking about being a court horse everywhere, and he couldn't listen to it if he didn't want to.

At this time, I finally sat here, and I couldn't look at the colt a few times.

Seeing it at this time, Yang Jiong also sighed, the horse is really not an ordinary person!

Chen Fang saw Yang Jiong coming over at this time, and smiled at him, for Chen Fang, the four heroes of the early Tang Dynasty were also famous, not to mention the name and surname that made him feel deafening, but how it was worthy of Chen Fang's friendship.

After all, in history, during the reign of Li Zhi and Wu Meiniang, if the paper is collected, no one can make these four people right.

Yang Jiong and Chen Fang smiled at each other at this time, and they no longer paid attention to each other.

After a while, several more poems were sent over, three of which were written by scribes of the Western Qin and Northern Han dynasties, but none of them were compared to the previous one by Yang Jiong.

His Majesty and Niangniang let themselves definitely overpower a group of scribes in the Western Qin and Northern Han Dynasty today, but at this time, it seems that it is completely redundant.

With Yang Jiong here, where can the scribes of the Western Qin and Northern Han Dynasty climb over this mountain.

At this time, none of the psalms were passed down so that His Majesty wanted to meet the poet on the spot.

Chen Fang drank tea there, watched the dancers dance, and thought that he didn't have to copy poems today.

With Yang Jiong there to help him block, who can still alarm himself?

Chen Fangzheng was thinking about having a Mid-Autumn Festival banquet for a while today and then going back, but at this time, he heard His Majesty call him.

His Majesty called him, Chen Fang naturally didn't dare to say nothing, got up at this time, and looked at Li Zhi.

"The colt hasn't made a song today!"

Li Zhi said lightly, and at this time, the whole audience looked at Chen Fang.

I saw Li Zhi wave his hand lightly, and the Gong'e dancers in the field dispersed.

At this time, Chen Fang looked at Li Zhi, Your Majesty! Without the scribes of the Western Qin and Northern Han Dynasty, why didn't you forget to let me compose poems!

I just want to mess with this Mid-Autumn Festival, can't this work?

Chen Fang sighed in his heart, he was already planning to copy a poem of Yongyue casually, pass the test in confusion, and then continue to sit and wait for the banquet.

At this time, he saw Li Zhi get up and stopped Chen Fang, who was about to copy the poem in his mouth.

"Let the horse compose poems, but I have to make some requirements."

, Chen Fang scolded in his heart, how to feel that other people's poems are arbitrary, and he still has regulations. This is equivalent to a propositional essay.

Others can write anything, but they can only write chickens, and the difficulty suddenly goes up.

At this time, I saw Li Zhi leave his seat, but he was standing in the middle of the field.

"There are many poems for the moon tonight, donkey, you will write a poem with my queen. Light half a pillar of incense. ”