Wang Funiang didn't actually want to take on this errand, but for Wei Zhuang's poems, these talents present were also very curious, so they coaxed there.

King Ji doesn't care whether Wang Funiang wants it or not, it's rare to have a good poem, and he doesn't want to miss this opportunity to win the hearts of beauties.

I saw King Ji holding the piece of paper, looked at Wang Funiang and began to chant, "The sun shines on the jade building, and the upstairs is drunk and spring. ”

Rizhao Jade Tower?

It's almost dark this day, and it's still sunny in the jade building?

But the "flower" of this "flower" should refer to Wang Funiang.

is worthy of Wei Zhuang's poem, the first two sentences make many people ashamed, this is the gap.

"The green poplar wind sends the little warbler's voice,

Residual dreams do not come true.

Kanai came to Shaojing very late,

Baozhu Qin Zheng Fang re-product.

Qing'e greeted with a smile on her red face,

and drank from the begonia flowers. ”

After King Ji finished singing, the entire Tianxiang Pavilion was silent.

It wasn't until halfway through the poem that everyone reacted, this was not about the evening, but about a woman getting up early in the morning.

How so?

The artistic conception of this poem is very good, and the psychological state of the woman is reflected very clearly, and it is worthy of Wei Zhuang, who is sought after by everyone, and describes the feelings between men and women very thoroughly.

"Fu Niangzi, this poem is called "Yulou Chun", I don't know what Fu Niangzi thinks?" King Ji looked at each other expectantly.

"Naturally, it is a masterpiece that can be passed on, and it will definitely not be possible to make it if you let the concubine do it. The talents of the Wei family are not as good as the concubines! ”

Saying that, Wang Funiang bowed to the private room where King Ji was.

Just as King Ji was about to launch an offensive, a voice came from a private room diagonally opposite him, "My family Ah Lang also has two poems, one dedicated to Fu Niangzi, and the other dedicated to several other beauties. ”

Seeing that he was biting the gold halfway, King Ji was a little angry, gritted his teeth and said, "Dare to ask who Your Excellency is?" What does this mean? ”

"His Royal Highness King Ji doesn't need to be so angry, it's just that my family Ah Lang felt it and made two poems, and I want to share the stage with everyone Wei."

Hearing that someone wanted to learn poetry with him, Wei Zhuang, who was sitting in the private room, was also a little curious, this name and surname exchange, the person who came was not good, he just came to Chang'an, and he didn't offend anyone.

Wang Funiang doesn't care about the smell of gunpowder, you must know that it is not ordinary people who can stay in the private room on the third floor, since the guests in this private room are not afraid of King Ji, it is just right for her to get out.

"I wonder if this distinguished guest is willing to let the concubine read the poem in public for everyone to appreciate?" Wang Funiang hurriedly said.

So the attendants of Tianxiang Pavilion went over and took the two manuscript papers that were still stained with ink, and finally sent them to Wang Funiang's hands.

"Butterfly love flowers, chrysanthemum sorrow, smoke orchid weeping dew

The threshold chrysanthemum is sorrowful, the smoke and orchid are crying, the curtain is light and cold, and the swallows are flying away. Mingyue does not know how to leave hatred and bitterness, and the oblique light penetrates Zhu Hu.

Last night, the west wind withered the green trees, and I went up to the tall building alone, looking at the end of the world. If you want to send color notes and rulers, where do you know where the mountains and rivers are? ”

Reading this poem, Wang Funiang's heart was suddenly touched.

Isn't 'Mingyue doesn't know how to leave hatred and suffering, and the oblique light reaches Xiao to wear Zhu Hu'?

Thinking of the days when he was with Sun Di, but who would have thought that in the end, this one would ruthlessly abandon her for the sake of his career, he seems to be beautiful in this Tianxiang Pavilion, but who can know the sorrow in his heart?

Unexpectedly, this guest who had never met actually touched his heart with a poem.

Thinking of this, she was a little curious about the guest, "Dare to ask this distinguished guest, can you enter the room and see it?" ”

The soldier in civilian clothes standing at the door said expressionlessly, "Fu Niangzi doesn't need it, this is my family's Ah Lang's feelings, and he has no other ideas." ”

Thinking of this, Wang Funiang was a little disappointed, but she didn't expect to finally meet someone who could move her heart, but she actually rejected herself again.

Is it true that he is thin?

She didn't know that the soldier was scolding the street in his heart, and you a prostitute also wanted to see my family?

If they really meet, the female ancestors inside will have to be turned upside down. When the time comes, there will be something to the Holy Lord, and their retinue will definitely be affected.

"Fu Niangzi, what is written on it? Give us a thought! ”

When everyone saw Wang Funiang's reaction, they were also a little curious.

Obviously, this poem should have moved Wang Funiang, otherwise the other party would not have been so out of shape. Therefore, they are also full of curiosity about what exactly this poem is written about.

"That's right, Fu Niangzi, also give us a thought!"

Wang Funiang wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with a silk scarf, and began to sing softly, "Butterfly Loves Flowers" is a teaching song, so she can sing it easily, plus her mood at this time, but let the sorrow and hatred expressed in this song be vividly expressed.

After listening, the young talents present were all shocked.

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"Brother Li, is there still such a capable person in Chang'an? This is obviously better than the artistic conception of Wei's poem, did Brother Li ever know when Chang'an had such a capable person? ”

"I haven't heard of it before!" The talented man surnamed Li shook his head.

"Chang'an still seems to be Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon." Although Du Xunhe was a little unwilling, he couldn't make such a good word in a short time.

"I always felt that the style of the poem was somewhat familiar." Zhang Yu (pin, second sound) on the side hesitated.

"Brother Zhang also saw it?" Du Xunhe smiled.

"I didn't expect Brother Du to see it, this word is very similar to the style of Wen Tingjun, Wei Zhuang and others, but it's not. I always felt like I had seen a similar style somewhere, but I couldn't remember it for a while. Zhang Yu scratched his head and said.

"Brother Zhang doesn't have to worry too much, there are many people who are good at this style, maybe it is made by people who admire Wen Tingjun and Wei Zhuang." Du Xunhe said with a smile.

"But I think the man who didn't show up was from the military." The talented man surnamed Li on the side guessed.

"Military? Those big-headed soldiers wrote words like that? Don't laugh. Liu Can sneered.

"Because the guard's knife just now is a horizontal knife of the military standard, and this kind of knife is produced by the Ordnance Superintendent. And although there is no shortage of horizontal knives used by the soldiers and guards of those wealthy families, there are some differences in style.

It's a pity that it's too far away to see the pattern on the knife clearly. The talented man surnamed Li sighed.

"I forgot that Ling Zun is an official of the Weapons Prison." Liu Can said with a smile.

"It may be the son of a certain family, and it is normal for the guards at home to use such horizontal knives. But I'll have to inquire later, it would be nice if such a capable person could make friends. Du Xunhe looked at the private room on the third floor, his eyes flashing.

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"Who wrote this?" Similarly, Wei Zhuang upstairs also stood up in surprise, and his demeanor was a little out of shape.

Anyone who knows him can see that this "Butterfly Loves Flowers" is very similar to his style, if he wasn't here, many people would think that he wrote it.

But Wei Zhuang knew that this poem was not written by himself.

And he was sure that the person who could write this poem was definitely a real talent, and he also had the intention of making friends. I want to talk about "Rebirth of Tang Zhongxing" with more like-minded people, and pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~