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Although they had already guessed, Shizuka's words still surprised those scholars and disciples, and they were shocked, and their eyes became intriguing when they looked at Li Xuanba.

Shizuka was taught by him? No one will believe that.

In fact, Li Xuanba didn't lie, he usually wrote two lines of poetry when he was bored, and the person who laid the paper and polished the ink for him has always been Shizuka. With Shizuka's feelings for Li Xuanba, she will naturally write down any line of poetry written by Li Xuanba, so as to remind Li Xuanba in the future which sentence was once written.

There are very few people who know that Li Xuanba can write poetry, except for Yang Guang, Empress Xiao, Yang Ling and others, there are only people from Zhongyong Mansion, and maybe there are others who know a thing or two, such as Sun Simiao, anyway, those children of the scholar clan are completely unaware.

"Guozijian's evaluation of several doctors, but anyone is not convinced?" The old eunuch came back to his senses and asked coldly.

Those few lines of poetry are quatrains that have been passed down through the ages, some have beautiful artistic conceptions, some have gorgeous rhetoric, and no matter how conceited the children of the scholar clan are, they dare not say that the poems they have made are better than them, so there is silence in the square, and everyone is ashamed.

"Shizuka, come back, you did a good job and didn't embarrass your father." Li Xuanba smiled and said with a grin: "When you return home, this prince will reward you with all the money." ”

Consistently white money? Is this humiliating Shizuka or humiliating herself? The faces of those scholars became even more ugly, and they glared at Li Xuanba angrily.

"The outcome has been decided, are there any of you who are not convinced?" Li Xuanba said contemptuously: "Hundreds of people, five test questions, one person is better than Shizuka, you are embarrassed to call yourself a literati." Jiangdu talent? ”

"Soldiers can be killed, but not humiliated!" Someone said angrily: "Lord Zhou Guogong, we want to ask you for poetry!" ”

"You've already lost, why should my father promise you?" Li Xuanba touched his nose and looked away.

"I'll wait for losing, and I'll go to school tomorrow." The other stood up. He arched his hand and said: "Lord Zhou Guogong is the doctor of Guozijian, and we are students of Guozijian, why not?" ”

"There seems to be some truth to that." The corners of Li Xuanba's mouth curled slightly: "Although my father knows that you are intentionally embarrassed, but it doesn't matter, my father will convince you to lose!" ”

was broken, and the panic on the man's face flashed. bowed and saluted: "Student Zheng Xingyang (author Jun cameo), write a poem on state affairs, please advise Master Zhou Guogong!" ”

Li Xuanba's face was indifferent. I made a gesture of please.

"The autumn wind rains snow month by month, and the fallen leaves cause ripples. Where the ancient pavilion is old, whose young children look forward to the new butterfly. Zheng Xingyang chanted.

"Autumn wind and white snow, I think this poem is made by you in the autumn and winter, the ripples of the fallen leaves, should represent your feelings about the change of the situation, where the ancient pavilion is left behind, this represents your nostalgia for the emperor. Whose young children are looking forward to the new butterfly, proves that you believe that Your Majesty can reproduce the prosperity of the Great Sui. Li Xuanba pondered for a moment. said: "The artistic conception is not bad, at least I know that I care about the affairs of the court." ”

Relying on poems to guess what the author wants to express, Li Xuanba didn't know how many times he did this kind of thing in his previous life, at that time, he couldn't understand the author's environment, but now it's different. He lives in the same personal era as the person in front of him, and naturally he can better understand the meaning that the author wants to express.

"Thank you, Lord Zhou Guogong, for your praise." Zheng Xingyang had nothing to say and thanked him.

"My father also has a sentence here, I want you to take a look." Li Xuanba waved his hand and said with a smile.

Li Xuanba's smile was treacherous and treacherous. Zheng Xingyang felt a trace of uneasiness in his heart, but in front of everyone, he still stubbornly said: "I want to hear it in detail." ”

"There are two trees in the courtyard of this mansion, one is a peach tree, and the other is also a peach tree." Li Xuanba's smile became brighter and brighter, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth became more obvious.

Zheng Xingyang was stunned, he looked around, trying to find someone who could give him some help, but what Li Xuanba said was clueless, who could know what artistic conception he wanted to express? The peach tree is the most common tree, Li Xuanba will never show off two peach trees, right?

"Childe, aren't there nine peach trees in the house?" Beside Li Xuanba, Shizuka said something blankly, but Li Xuanba glanced at her and kept silent.

"Zhou Guogong is a great talent, the student doesn't understand what you mean." Zheng Xingyang was deeply hopeless.

"It's not interesting." Li Xuanba spread his hands, shrugged his shoulders and said: "My father just wants to tell you that in the face of two identical peach trees every day, life is really boring, just like you travel every day to play in the mountains and rivers, chant poems and paint, don't you feel tired?" ”

There are two jujube trees in front of Mr. Lu Xun's house, few people can guess why he wrote such an ordinary thing in the article, even future generations can't figure it out, Li Xuanba is very convinced, Zheng Xingyang definitely can't understand it.

"Lord Zhou Guogong is a lesson." Zheng Xingyang's attitude became humble, and the attitudes of the other scholars were different, some were disdainful, some were contemplative, and some looked at Li Xuanba with hatred.

Poetry and painting have become a part of their lives, and Li Xuanba's depreciation of poetry and painting as worthless makes them very unhappy. Yang Guang also likes to write poems, but no one dares to use him to refute Li Xuanba, because Yang Guang is dead, or at the hands of rebellious ministers and thieves.

"If the world is peaceful, my father does not object to you chanting poems and paintings, cultivating your sentiments, even if you linger in the green building every day, my father will laugh at it." Seeing that some people were still obsessed, Li Xuanba said with a straight face: "But when is it now?" The world is turbulent, the court can only protect itself, if you are still only greedy for pleasure, when will the world be peaceful? Those poor students you look down on, they are studying hard in the Guozi Prison at this time, in order to serve the imperial court! To be honest, my father is ashamed of you! ”

"How many poems can you compose is really amazing? I might as well tell you that if my father wants to compose poetry, he can do it easily. ”

"You don't know that the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushes to the sea and never returns, you don't know that the high hall mirror is sad and white-haired, and the morning is like green silk turning into snow at dusk!"

"Life must be happy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon. , the daughter is gone, and she will come back!"

"The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is deep in spring. When I feel the tears, I hate the birds. The beacon fire lasted for three months, and the family letter was worth 10,000 dollars. The whitehead scratching is shorter, and the hairpin is overwhelming. ”

Li Xuanba didn't give those scholars any time to breathe, and chanted more than a dozen poems in one breath, and every time he wrote one, the heads of those scholars lowered their heads!

In the curtain, Yang Ling's eyes became brighter and brighter, and she was still a little angry before, because she knew that the poems written by Shizuka must have been written by Li Xuanba, and there were two sentences that even she didn't know.

Fang Xuanling, Eldest Sun Wuji and the others were already surprised, and even felt numb, they looked at each other, and their smiles were a little bitter.

Li Xuanba's voice swirled inside the palace walls, and it took a long time before it dispersed, and those scholars bowed down and bowed: "The student knows his mistake!" ”

[It's about to be 515, I hope to continue to hit the 515 red envelope list, and the red envelope rain will be able to give back to readers and promotional works on May 15. A piece is also love, and it must be better! (To be continued.) )