The hill outside Chang'an City stretches endlessly, on a small mountain peak, the jungle is deep, the wild flowers are fragrant, the dwarf grass is overgrown, the peak, there is a big pavilion and pavilion, it has always been the place where the literati and scholars gather, drink and write poetry.

"Uncle, there are quite a lot of people." Riding the carriage of the fifth family to the foot of the mountain, I looked up, and there were three or two groups of people up and down the mountain, all of whom were white-clothed folding fans, accompanied by scholars.

The Qingyun Poetry Club is organized by several famous princes, aiming to meet friends with poetry, exchange excellent works, and promote the development of poetry. Seeing so many people, Li Yaojian was also slightly surprised, "Don't be a master in the folk, Lao Tzu is here to show off and flirt with his sister." ”

Although in the early days of the establishment of the Tang Dynasty, famous poets and poems were not recorded in the annals of history, it does not mean that there were no talented people in this era.

"Two, please show me the invitation." Outside the pavilion, there are children checking the entrances and exits.

Xiao Xuan handed over the invitation card given to him by Du Manwan, and the boy checked it, "Li Gongzi, please inside." ”

Du Manwan had already arrived one step ahead, and when she saw Li Yaoji, she stepped forward to greet her, "Master Li." ”

"Miss Du."

"Childe's ...... There's something strange about the headdress. Du Manwan didn't know how to express it.

Li Yaojian laughed, "What? Is it good-looking? ”

"Hmmm......"

Many people noticed this, and when they saw that Du Manwan, who was famous, took the initiative to salute people, they were curious about who this person was.

Poetry will be feasted, food and wine are indispensable, Li Yaowei sat on the side, feasting.

"Uncle......" Xiaoxuan felt so embarrassed......

"What do you think? The people take food as the sky, and filling their stomachs is the most important thing, so be reckless. Li Yaoyu said nonchalantly, and he didn't care about the eyes around him.

Du Manwan glanced at him from a distance, crying and laughing.

Li Yaowei looked around and saw a few acquaintances, Cheng Daolin, Chen Yi, and Ma Wencai, who he saw outside Du's house the day before yesterday.

It's just that this poetry will hide the dragon and the crouching tiger, and many powerful people in the capital have also put away the arrogance at that time.

"Is that you?" Marven saw Li Yaowei and walked over.

Li Yaowei took a sip of wine, "Young Master Ma." ”

"I haven't asked your Excellency for your name." Ma Wencai also knew that Li Yaowei had poetry and books in his belly, and he was no longer arrogant.

"Li Xi."

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The sun is three poles, and the people have almost arrived, which is the advantage of having an invitation, you can know how many people have come.

"Thank you for coming, ...... in Xiamojiang"

After everyone sat down, the person in charge of the poetry club began to speak, and Li Yaowei smiled helplessly, it turned out that this was how it was played in ancient times.

"Xiaoxuan, who is this Mojiang?"

"The son of a Shangshu lord in the court."

It's a very high status. Li Yaowei glanced at Mo Jiang in the crowd.

"Today's theme is to sing about summer things, or to feel in summer. You can play on the spot, or you can play on the spot, or you can make masterpieces from the past......"

Yongwu? Li Yaowei pondered that he rarely wrote works such as poetry in the past, "I can only think about whether there are lyrical ones." ”

Glancing around, most of them are meditating, even if they already have works, they have to pretend to think, pretend to be playing on the spot, such works will add a lot of points.

Ma Wencai's others also began to write, and Du Manwan also rolled up his sleeves to write.

"Xiaoxuan, help me." Li Yaojian remembered a poem he had written before.

Splash the pen and splash the ink, the pen walks the dragon and snake, all in one go!

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Half an hour later, most of the people had already finished writing and stopped writing, and they were in groups of three or five, talking to each other. The people who come here must be mixed, and if everyone discusses it openly, it will embarrass those who are not talented or who are not good at poetry.

"Childe." Du Manwan took the rice paper with verses written on it and walked in front of Li Yaoji, "I wrote a poem a few days ago, and I dare to ask my son for advice." ”

"Ritsu?"

The people around exclaimed.

"Ritsu?" Mo Jiang, who was the person in charge of this poetry meeting, heard that Du Manwan had written a poem, and he also walked over quickly, "Miss Du made a poem?" ”

"Exactly!"

Mo Jiang glanced at Li Yaoji, he didn't know it, he knew all the famous talents in Chang'an City, and he waved at Li Yaoji: "This brother, dare to ask your surname?" ”

Li Yaoyu got up and returned the same salute, "Don't give your surname Li, your name is Li Xi." Li Yaowei also called himself Li Xi.

"Li Xi? He is the Li Xi who wrote a poem in Yixianglou? ”

"It's him."

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Some people at the scene heard about the fight between Li Yaowei and Liu Mao, including Mojiang, "It turned out to be Li Gongzi, who was disrespectful." ”

"Don't dare to be."

Mo Jiang smiled slightly, "Miss Du, I don't know if you can let me see the poems you made too?" ”

"Brother Mojiang, you are the number one talent, why don't you show it together, let us open our eyes too." A man with a deep family background stepped forward and spoke.

"What Brother Sun said is extremely true." Mo Jiang smiled and spoke.

"In Xia Sun Huai, I have seen Li Gongzi."

Li Yaowei was taken aback by him, "Sun Gongzi is such a big gift, I don't dare to do it." ”

"Haha, I admire Childe's talent, it's okay. If I have the chance, I would like to invite Brother Li to have fun together! ”

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"Uncle, his father is a high-ranking official in the East Palace." When Li Yaowei was taking the poem, Xiaoxuan whispered in his ear.

East Palace? Prince? Li Jiancheng? No way! Li Yaoji's heart trembled, "His father is a member of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince?" ”

"Yes." Xiaoxuan nodded.

Mom, this time next year, the prince will be dead, and Li Yaowei doesn't want to be implicated. After today, don't have anything to do with this person again. Also, try to figure out who are Li Jiancheng's subordinates, and then, how far away and how far away.

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"I'm going to make a fool of myself first." A young man who looked to be less than 18 years old stepped forward, and his face still looked very immature, but his talent was already well-known in Chang'an.

"Is it Shangguan Gongzi?"

"Song of the Cicada"

Dissolving the summer day,

A million army and a hundred thousand cities.

If I raise my mouth and sing,

Where in the world can there be silence?

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This young man's poem, the rhetoric is not gorgeous, like a limerick poem, but full of charm, the chirping of cicadas in the summer is written movingly, and the last sentence "Where in the world can be silent" expresses his ambition and youthful vigor vividly......

"Shangguan Gongzi's poem is concise in language. It is easy to understand, and does not lose the artistic conception, which is a masterpiece. ”

"What's his name?" When Li Yaojian heard the surname Shangguan, something flashed through his mind.

"It seems to be Shangguan Yi." Xiao Xuan didn't know, Mo Jiang explained it to him

No way! Shangguan Yi? Li Yaowei was shocked, and his eyes had become hot when he looked at him. You must know that Shangguan Yi was a famous politician and poet in the Tang Dynasty, an official to the prime minister, and a cattle man who created the "Shangguan style" in poetry. Although the Shangguan style did not become a trend, there is little understanding of this style of poetry in later generations. However, this style of poetry has made a great contribution to the stereotype of Tang poetry.

Li Yaowei knows him because his granddaughter is called Shangguan Wan'er, a famous talented woman in ancient China......

No, I've read his information before, he only came to Chang'an to take the exam in the early years of Zhenguan, why is he in Chang'an now? Could it be that history has changed? Or is there an error in the historical data? Li Yaowei had a lot of thoughts in his heart. "Brother Mojiang, what is the origin of this Shangguan Yi?"

"He came to Chang'an to play, wrote a lot of articles, and he is also well-known in Chang'an."

"Shangguan Gongzi, the year after tomorrow, remember to come to Chang'an to take the exam, your life will be very exciting." Li Yaoyu said with a smile when he saw Shangguan coming over. Brother, when you are developed in the future, don't forget me who can be "clever".

"Then borrow the good words of the son."

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