"My grandfather's name is Xu Geng."

Yang Jian replied simply.

"Xu Geng?"

Meng Haoran frowned slightly, there was no such person in his circle of friends.

"I like you too, Uncle Wang—"

After Yang Jian finished speaking, he left Meng Haoran, who was blindfolded, and walked straight to Wang Wei behind him.

"Oh, isn't it?"

Wang Wei was in his prime at this time, married and had three sons, the eldest son was about the same age as Yang Jian in front of him, and Yang Jian's appearance suddenly aroused the tenderness in his heart as a young father.

"Yes, I can also recite Uncle Wang's poems? Uncle Wang, do you want to listen? ”

Yang Jian is determined to behave well tonight.

Anyway, in his stomach, the poems of these three people, from childhood to adulthood, can't help but bother him.

"Okay, you brought your uncle to listen?"

When Wang Wei heard this, he also put the doubts just now, maybe just like Princess Yuzhen said, the child in front of him can't be the real little fairy who went down to earth, right?

"Alone in a foreign land as a stranger,

I miss my relatives every festive season.

Knowing the Brothers from afar,

There is one less person in the dogwood. ”

This is a masterpiece of Wang Wei, which has always deeply expressed the nostalgia and yearning for family affection, as well as the melancholy that is difficult to hide, with strong emotions and strong musicality, and it is also one of the classic repertoire that has been handed down in the Tang Empire in the past few years.

"Well read, well read, will there be anything else, little brother?"

Wang Wei remembered that he called his son, and he also called him little brother.

"Of course you will, Uncle Wang, please listen up-"

"Weicheng is light and dusty,

The guest house is green and willow-colored.

Persuade you to drink a glass of wine,

There is no one in the west out of Yangguan. ”

With the different theme of the previous one, this is a farewell poem, the poem is called "Sending Yuan Er Envoy Anxi", compared with the previous one, this poem is deeper in terms of technique, and it is also Wang Wei's most widely circulated masterpiece.

"Good, good, poor Dao likes!"

Princess Yuzhen had already stroked her palms again.

"There is another Uncle Wang, do you know him?"

Meng Haoran walked behind Yang Jian and pointed to Wang Changling in front of him and asked.

"I know, Uncle Wang Changling!"

In order to distinguish himself from the previous Uncle Wang, Yang Jian directly called out Wang Changling's full name.

"Hehe, the little guy is not simple, then uncle will test you, will you memorize your uncle's poems?"

Wang Changling looked at this little guy, thinking that he would memorize the poems of the two peers in front of him, if he couldn't memorize his own poems, wouldn't he be compared to Wang Wei and Meng Haoran?

Therefore, this question not only has the meaning of testing Yang Jian, but also the meaning of wanting to compete with the two great gods.

"Uncle, guess what?"

Yang Jian suddenly did not play according to the cards this time, and asked Wang Changling instead.

"Huh?"

Wang Changling didn't expect that this elf in front of him would throw the question back to himself, could it be that his ghostly little guy had already penetrated the old man's mind?

Wang Wei, Meng Haoran, Princess Yuzhen and Li Xiang on the side, they couldn't help but laugh when they looked at Wang Changling, who was embarrassed.

"I hate it, say it quickly, if you can memorize it, Uncle Wang will be rewarded!"

In order to win a game, Lord Wang Changling also let go.

"Thank you, Uncle Wang, giggle-"

As soon as she heard that there was a prize, Yang Jian's laughter became brighter and brighter.

"Then you'd be quick to carry it!"

Wang Changling is an anxious person, a traveler who goes out on expeditions all the year round, and prefers to go straight.

"Okay, Uncle Wang, don't worry—"

"Qin Shi Mingyue Han Shi Guan,

The Long March has not yet been returned.

But to make the dragon city fly in,

Don't teach Humadu Yin Mountain. ”

Like the previous one of Wang Wei's second envoy Anxi, this is also a farewell poem, but the artistic conception has been greatly different, the pattern is more open, and the feelings are more majestic, especially the use of several allusions, which sends the style of the whole poem to a new level.

And this poem also sublimates the theme of farewell, which has been written badly since ancient times, to a new level.

"Well, good, good, hahaha-"

When Wang Changling heard this, he smiled like a child, you know, compared with Wang Wei and Meng Haoran, he has lived in the side for a long time, and his popularity is naturally difficult to compare with the previous two, but the competitive virtue of the literati makes him unable to lose his momentum, especially on an occasion like tonight.

"Uncle Wang, I can still carry it."

Yang Jian's performance today is bursting.

"Well, you go on, little one—"

When Wang Changling heard this, the smile lines on his face began to bloom, like a cold chrysanthemum on the desert frontier.

"Originally a pure place,

Bamboo trees lead to shade.

Outside the eaves contains mountain green,

The heart of the world.

There is no image in the circle,

The Holy Realm cannot be invaded.

It's really my brother's law,

Why don't you be a friend.

Tianxiang will naturally be,

Psychic Awareness Bell Tone. ”

This is a poem written by Wang Changling last year when he returned to Chang'an with Wang Wei and others to visit Qinglong Temple, one of the five rhymes of "Five Rhymes of the Brother's Courtyard on the Walls of Qinglong Temple with Wang Wei", but, unlike the general poems, the poems have insights into the world and the universe, which is also the reason for the deep friendship between the three people, the world only knows Wang Changling's side poems, Meng Haoran's pastoral style, and Wang Wei's writing scenes, but as everyone knows, the three of them have the same purpose in the pursuit of poetry, which is also the reason for the deep friendship between the three of them.

"God, it's amazing, young uncle, look, you see, he can even memorize the poem you just wrote last fall!"

Wang Wei was the first to get excited.

Because this poem is also related to him, because of this group of poems, he has also dealt with Wang Changling with a few poems.

"Indeed, if it is really a talented person in the country, heroes always come out of youth, and we are all old!"

Wang Changling smiled, but forcibly said modestly.

You must know that the three great gods of the poetry world who are only in their early thirties at this time, and the subsequent glory has just begun.

"Yes, yes, what the young uncle said is very true."

Meng Haoran also nodded in agreement with Wang Changling's point of view.

"Uncle Wang, what are you going to give Yang Jian as a gift?"

Yang Jian's memory is not bad, and what he has in mind is the gift promised by Wang Changling.

"Huh?"

When Wang Changling heard this, he immediately laughed again.

This little guy is a ghost.

"What kind of gift?"

Yang Jian asked with a pair of big sparkling eyes.

"Here, give, this is for you!"

After Wang Changling finished speaking, he pulled something from his waist and handed it to Yang Jian.

He only said temporarily that he wanted to give Yang Jian a gift today, but in fact, he didn't prepare at all, but the gentleman said that the horse is difficult to chase, and he can't break his promise in front of others.

"Young uncle, this, can you make it?"

Wang Wei was also a little surprised when he saw it.

Because Wang Changling gave Yang Jian the long sword he had worn for many years.

A Longquan Qinghong sword about three feet long.

Friends who are familiar with Wang Changling know that this sword is his family heirloom, and the sword body is extremely sharp, which is of great significance to Wang Changling.

I can't imagine that he is a hero, and such a family heirloom treasure can also be given to others!

"It's okay, the sword is sent to the hero, tonight's little doll is also a hero, come, take it!"

Wang Changling is even more arrogant.

Yang Jian looked at the sword handed over by Wang Changling, but was dumbfounded.