"I haven't seen you for a few months, but Yang Gongzi has improved a lot! It's really commendable, the old man admires! ”

After reading Yang Zexin's poem, Fu Jibin sighed.

"Indeed, the last time I saw Yang Gongzi was at Yang Chengxiang's birthday banquet, when Yang Gongzi's calligraphy had already begun to show its signs, and what I saw today is even more comparable to everyone! This handwriting may be as heavy as a cloud, or as light as a cicada's wings; The guide is the spring note, and the mountain is safe! The glyphs are still natural, and if it weren't for decades of pen power, they would never have reached such a state! ”

After looking at it for a long time, calligrapher Lu Ranglin also said sincerely.

The meaning of this poem is actually very simple, it is nothing more than saying that after entering the palace early in the morning, I saw that the snow covered the imperial garden, and the weather became much colder when the snow fell. The snow on the eaves has not yet begun to melt, and the plum blossom branches in the Imperial Garden are covered with snow.

How unusual it is to have such a cold, lonely atmosphere!

Just looking at the scenery covered in this poem, it is nothing more than what you see in your eyes, all in the garden, it is ordinary, but it is such an ordinary scenery, but it is rare to see it on the paper under Yang Zexin's pen!

Coupled with his handwriting that has been skilled for decades, it is natural, no wonder everyone praises it!

When he saw the poem on this rice paper, Zhang Twelve deeply realized that the strength of this Jingzhou genius is by no means comparable to that of Liangzhou geniuses - I am afraid that it is not worthy of lifting shoes for others!

slapping those Liangzhou straw bales in the face with the eternal quatrain, now that I think about it, it's really a waste!

Undoubtedly, Yang Zexin's poem describing the Imperial Garden of the Snow Queen has injected vitality into the Tang camp, and in their opinion, with the artistic conception of this poem, the three princes of Wu are no longer afraid!

The atmosphere in the pavilion was high, and everyone looked at the three princes of Wu Guo coldly, if it was an ordinary person, just looking at this formation would be under great pressure, where could they still play normally?

But the third prince of Wu is not an ordinary person, and the name of "Wu Guo Poetry Saint" is not called in vain, I saw him smile faintly, and he also held the pen and splashed ink, and his movements were free!

In an instant, a poem was written, put down the pen, the smug look on his face was fully revealed, and the audience was shocked, could it be that he could make a better poem?

How can it be!

All the civil officials immediately stepped forward to probe again, and when they saw the strong handwriting on the rice paper, they all "hissed" and took a breath of cold air:

This calligraphy is not bad compared to Yang Ze's newcomer!

Emperor Tang couldn't wait, and before everyone had time to take a closer look, they found that Emperor Tang stepped forward and hurriedly dodged out of the way, letting Emperor Tang watch first.

After seeing the four lines and eight lines of poetry on the rice paper, Emperor Tang shouted "good" in his heart, and at the same time felt a little bitter in his heart, it seems that what he thought before was really good, since the three princes of Wu dared to provoke so blatantly, he must have his capital!

With a sigh in his heart, he said to Wu De: "Let the two of you take a look first......

There was weakness between the words, and after speaking, he retreated and sat down again, his expression a little lonely.

All the civil officials had already felt the change in Emperor Tang's mood, and they were all shocked: Could it be that the poetry talent of the three princes of Wu is so high?

At the side entrance of the Imperial Garden, a girl with a plush peaked hat and another woman in a large cloak lay in the doorway, looking out into the garden.

"Painted Feng, your idea is not good at all!"

At this moment, Princess Yilan's clothes are already covered with a thin layer of snow, and even her face has traces of snow, and there is a layer of broken snow on her eyelashes and eyebrows, which is very cute to look at.

"Princess, why don't we go back?"

She asked tentatively, and she realized that her idea didn't seem to be good, because she was also frozen!

Snowfall, howling north winds – who's out there knows! The shivering little palace maid already wanted to go back to the palace, but she was rejected by Princess Yilan's next sentence......

"It's all here, let's see!"

Princess Yilan and the others were standing downwind, and the words of the people in the pavilion happened to be blown by the wind, and she also heard the disappointed accent of Emperor Tang, thinking that the poems written by the three princes of Wu were even better.

At this time, she should obviously be very sad - because it means that she is one step closer to Wu Guo, but why is she not a little lost? Is it because of the man's sentence "You can win him with your eyes closed"?

She didn't know why she was like this, but she just looked at the handsome man in the pavilion with a calm demeanor and a purple brocade robe, and her heart was calm and unwavering......

…………

The water of the pond is blue in the sky, and the lonely pavilion listens to the snow sleep.

The people in the garden are like the moon, and the first snow is condensed on the wrists.

Hold the pen and lean on the bridge, bow down the red sleeve.

Cold-eyed to the remnants, Yi Junjun doesn't know.

Just like just now, Fu Jibin spoke out first.

Fu everyone's voice is not loud, and while reading and thinking, sometimes frowning and sometimes sighing, the pavilion is very quiet, except for the snow outside, everyone's attention is on Fu everyone, so this poem can be heard clearly.

After reading this poem, everyone did not speak, but fell into deep thought.

Other people are either scholars or civil officials such as squires, so they naturally know the subtleties of this poem, and everyone is so confused by this poem that this poem seems to be ......

Hey, Yang Gongzi is afraid that he will be defeated this time!

A group of people sighed in their hearts, but they didn't say anything, they were all waiting for the two of them to comment.

Fu everyone was thinking, but Lu Ranglin Lu couldn't help it, and after seeing the words of the third prince of Wu Guo, he shouted "good" three times, and Zhang Twelve, who saw it, complained in his heart: Where is this old man?

Jokes are jokes, I still admire the professional ethics of this kind of person, good is good, bad is bad, never mixed with any personal feelings, maybe this is everyone's realm, there are no borders in the eyes, only the difference between works.

"The calligraphy of the three princes can be called exquisite, there is the difference of hanging needles, the strange of running thunder and falling stones, the terrifying assets of Hongfei beasts, the frightened state of dancing snakes, the trend of the desperate peaks, and the shape of the danger; Slender like the first moon out of the world, falling on the stars of the river Han, just with this hand, the three princes should be the word "everyone"! Today, the old man came to take on this review matter, one is glad to see this masterpiece, and the other is to make the old man a little ashamed! Everyone's work, I only dare to say appreciation, where is the word comment? Ashamed, ashamed! ”

After everyone Lu finished speaking, he bowed slightly to the three princes of Wu State, and said, this action shocked everyone, this is a mutually recognized etiquette among literati, but by a person who makes this action-it is not just recognition......

The three princes of Wu State, after this battle, I am afraid that they will be famous in all countries!

I wanted to snipe him, but I didn't think about it, and in the end it became his stepping stone and background, isn't it sad?

The hearts of the people were very lost......