Tang Yin's poem was passed upstairs, and Liu Yan took the poem and read it carefully.

"If I want to board the ship of the Son of Heaven, Chang'an refuses to sleep ...... me" Liu Yan stroked his beard lightly and sighed: "Zihou, he is complaining." ”

Beside him, the young man sitting was wearing a soap-colored robe, and after hearing this poem at this time, he also sighed: "Teacher, Brother Bohu's proposal is not wrong, it's just that the Great Song ......"

Liu Yan raised a hand to stop Zhang Ning from continuing, shook his head and said, "Today I only talk about poetry, not about state affairs." ”

For Liu Yan, what he is most annoying about is talking about national affairs involving national policies and party disputes.

"Teacher, Bohu's poem has a bit of a song flavor, and it can be regarded as revealing his state of mind!" Sighing, Zhang Ning seemed to be able to see Tang Yin's heart clearly through this piece of paper.

This poem also has a state of mind that has no way to serve the country and has no talent, but it is also suspected of satirizing the Son of Heaven.

"People who have been free and easy since ancient times are the most worried, especially when they drink for the moon." Liu Yan put down the poem and said with some hesitation, "This poem has Li Bai's waves, Su Shi's madness, and the sorrow of both, and Tang Yin's nature is the same, but ...... This poem is suspected of satirizing the Son of Heaven, and it is not easy to judge as a teacher......"

Although the scholar has always discussed state affairs, even if he scolded the Son of Heaven, it is nothing, but after all, this is a poetry meeting on the stage, openly satirizing the court and the Son of Heaven.

When Su Shi composed "Water Tune Song Head", it was only called a masterpiece, and it was not until the emperor changed that it was gradually called a peerless masterpiece.

Zhang Ning didn't speak, just waited quietly.

After a while, Liu Yan finally spoke.

"Huh...... Masterpieces! Looking at the poems on the table, Liu Yan said.

"Excellent!"

After reciting this "Wine to the Moon Song", the sound from the third floor made the entire Yumanlou stunned.

"A masterpiece? Why isn't it superior? "Some people are quite strange that in their opinion, this poem is not an exaggeration to be called a masterpiece!

"No, the artistic conception of this "Wine to the Moon Song" is intriguing." Some people thought of what happened to Tang Yin, and they also guessed something, and reminded one after another.

Everyone was talking, and Tang Yin, Su Lin and others listened to it.

"Hey, isn't it a good work?" Tang Yin shook his head, only feeling a little troubled in his heart, but quickly calmed down, "If there is another good work, I'm afraid that my poem will not fall into the first choice." ”

If it is also a masterpiece, Tang Yin's "Wine to the Moon Song" is equivalent to the river crab masterpieces of later generations and the general masterpieces, if you want to make a selection, it is natural that the latter will fall into the top.

"When the time comes, it's up to you, brother." Tang Yin smiled and said.

Su Lin felt a little inexplicable, why did he shoulder such a mission today to help Tang Yin get that pot of immortal drunk?

Coughing twice, Su Lin asked, "Brother Bohu, is that immortal drunk, is it good or not......?"

"I once drank a cup of immortal drunkenness when I tried it in the palace, and the taste was definitely the best in the world." Tang Yin licked his lips, and then said, "But it's just a small bite......"

Su Lin is a little curious now, to be honest, he wants to get this immortal drunk to study, and he is still very confident in analyzing the materials in the winemaking.

Now there are no additives and chemical raw materials in this world, and most of the recipes for winemaking are things that can be seen from time to time.

"Brother Bohu, if it happens, how about you and me?" Su Lin licked his lips, and then said with a look of merit.

Tang Yin looked at Su Lin's appearance, and was also a little speechless, and immediately scolded: "It's a waste for you to be a businessman." ”

Su Lin didn't think so, thinking that something was wrong with Shang Jia......

Sure enough, in the midst of everyone's conversation, another person made a masterpiece, this is a poem, the word plate is called "Water Tune Song Head", its artistic conception is joyful, free and natural, with a trace of melancholy, in one go, and does not involve the government.

In this way, it is not so easy for Tang Yin to get the top spot.

Seeing that the poetry meeting was about to come to an end, and Su'er didn't seem to plan to write poems in this public, in desperation, Su Lin had no choice but to step forward and said, "When I approach Zi at this time, then I will draw a perfect end to the poetry meeting!" ”

As soon as these words came out, the people around didn't care about the "full stop" question, but they all knew that the talented man was going to write poetry!

"Su Wenbang wrote poetry, now, I'm afraid it's at least a masterpiece, right?" Someone smiled and said.

"Yes, such a talent, how can you be embarrassed to show it if it's not a masterpiece?"

……

I walked to the window and looked at the bright moon in the sky, the moon was like a disk, but it gradually moved closer to the west.

"People in the world write poems, just to wait for the moon, but there is no one to send the moon, today's Mid-Autumn Festival drinking to the moon, I Su Lin will learn Chu Ci "Tianwen", ask this moon how my future is?"

Su Lin's voice was a little flat, but in everyone's hearts, it was like a thunderbolt from the sky!

Learn Chu Ci "Tianwen"! This...... Is it a poem that has never been heard of before?

"Su'er, grind ink!" Su Lin slowly lifted his pen and said.

Su Er nodded, stood beside Su Lin obediently, put the ink stone into the inkstone, poured a little water, and grinded it carefully.

Stained with a little ink, Su Lin recently practiced calligraphy, and found that he didn't have much talent in calligraphy, and in the end he was still crooked, and finally decided to learn cursive in one go.

Four scribbled fonts appear on the paper.

"It's the name of the word." Someone looked at it and said.

This is a poem, although the Great Song Shizi admires poetry, but the most favorite is the word, because the word is easier to express feelings, and it is easier to pass on through singing......

Su Lin wrote hard, and the lines of words were slowly written, and in the end, it turned out to be faster and faster, and the font became more and more sloppy, fortunately, most of the people present had seen a lot of cursive, so they also recognized it.

And Yue Fei, Tang Yin and the others were beside Su Lin, looking at the content on it, they were all speechless in surprise, and Su'er even forgot about Yan Mo, and watched Su Lin write blankly.

Sentences hit their minds every sentence, although there is not a single punctuation mark, but every sentence is full of questions, and even some places are still questioning!

In the eyes of everyone, this poem is absolutely unprecedented!

Su Lin did it in one go, because he wrote too fast, so his hands were a little sore, and when he stopped writing, a stream of ink fragrance spread throughout the entire Yumanlou, and the moon in the sky, I don't know when, plunged into the clouds.