"You really don't write one? Originally, I wanted to see the peerless beauty of the twelve mothers, but it seems that I can't count on it. Xue Qing pretended to sigh, and Li Jilan just laughed and said nothing.

Seeing this scene in his eyes, Zhu was a little uncomfortable, thinking of the news that came out of the palace tonight, he naturally guessed what the identity of that Xue Langjun was.

Looking at the words and demeanor of these two people, they were so intimate, and there was still a trace of luck in their hearts, but they also collapsed at this moment. What is the identity of His Royal Highness the Prince, and how can he compete with him.

Yun Yang, who had never had a sense of existence, suddenly walked to Xue Qing's side at this time and said with a smile:

"Young master, I have a poem that may allow you to meet that Twelve Niang as you wish."

Everyone was stunned when they heard this, and their eyes fell on Yunyang's body. What kind of poetry talent can this young man who seems to be less than a weak crown have, let alone just an attendant.

If he is really a man of great talent, how can he be willing to be a slave to others? However, Liu Changqing, Lu Yu, Zhu Fang and others are all extremely high in their own cultivation, so they naturally will not be sarcastic, and they only laugh at what Yunyang said.

Yun Yang smiled slightly, his choice to do this was naturally well thought out and had his own plans. In fact, he didn't want to use these poems to gain fame or fame. Plagiarizing a few ancient poems to achieve the title of a great poet does not mean much to him.

Of course, if poetry is needed to solve a problem, he will not be polite, after all, this is an era where poetry is prevalent.

Yunyang pen began to brew, fortunately in the last life in the leisure time like to practice calligraphy, ten years as a day, for calligraphy not to say that the achievements are remarkable, but it can be regarded as a house, self-contained. The tip of the pen began to scratch the paper on the way he wrote in regular script, strong and powerful, with only a few words, and everyone's eyes were attracted.

In these years, calligraphy and poetry are a family, and most of the people who have advanced attainments in calligraphy are also talented, and they are not much worse. And those who can write such handwriting will naturally not be too bad in their writing.

Liu Changqing and others were a little surprised, they were all people who read poetry and books, and they also had quite high attainments in calligraphy. I think that calligraphy is not inferior to others, but the other party is just an attendant, and I can be equal to them, I am quite ashamed to think about it, but when he finishes writing and then looks at this poem, everyone is stunned for a while.

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Li Qian, the twelve mothers who danced amazingly, did not have too many waves in her heart, and her mood was like water.

At this time, she has faded the eye-catching red, and she faces each other without makeup, but she is still beautiful and thrilling.

"Miss, tonight's guest list is here, and there is no one surnamed Xue at all. I said that His Royal Highness has been confined to the palace all the time, and it is impossible to come out. ”

The little maid Bi'er looked at the pile of thick booklets and said with some complaints.

Li Qian put down the booklet in her hand, "It seems that I am too careful, he has been so cautious all these years, even if he is registered, he will definitely not use his real name." ”

"Yes, yes. Miss, let's see what good poems we have tonight. ”

The little maid immediately happily put down the booklet in her hand, and couldn't wait to look at the stack of notes sent by the maidservant.

"Why don't you have Liu Langjun's poems?" She tossed and turned, looking distressed. Li Qian smiled and quipped on the side: "Oh, don't you feel very disappointed when you don't see your Lang Jun's poems?" ”

"Miss...... I'm doing this for your own good. The little girl glared at her young lady fiercely and protested.

"Alas, it's all for me, but why is your face so red?" Li Qian seemed to be smiling, and looked at her with smart eyes.

"I ......," the little girl blushed and was about to explain, but when she saw the hateful young lady who loved to play tricks, she smiled and said:

"Okay, I'm not going to tease you."

She picked up the paper and began to flip through the poems for tonight. The little girl breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Miss, who do you say will be the leader of tonight's poetry meeting?" ”

"Since ancient times, there has been a saying that there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts, so how can there be any real first. However, there are indeed a few songs that are well written tonight and can be sung for a while. For example, this "Shangyuan", tonight, the leader of our Tianxiangfang poetry club is afraid that it is his. ”

At this time, a maidservant girl knocked on the door and said, "Miss, there is a new poem." ”

Bi'er hurriedly got up and walked over to take the paper in her hand and look through it, and then said happily: "Miss, it's Liu Langjun's poem!" ”

She ran back with excitement on her face, then picked up the piece of paper and began to recite: "On the seven strings, listen to the pine wind and cold." Although the ancient tune is self-love, many people today do not play. Miss's poem ......"

Bi'er looked at her young lady suspiciously, but Li Qian smiled and said nothing, the falling flowers were intentional, and the flowing water was ruthless. She casually picked up the other pieces of paper that the little girl had thrown on the desk and looked at them, and then the expression on her face suddenly froze.

In the past, there was a beautiful woman Gongsun, and a sword dance moved in all directions.

The spectators are depressed like mountains, and the heavens and the earth are low for a long time.

Huo Ruyi shot nine sunsets, like a group of emperors and dragons.

Come like thunder to restrain anger, and let it be like the river and sea condensing the light.

After reading this poem, Li Qian saw the word "Du Fu" written on the sign. She whispered, "Du Fu...... Who is this man? ”

In the hall downstairs, the poetry meeting at this time was also coming to an end, and the poems that caught up at the last time were often unsatisfactory, and everyone couldn't help shaking their heads in disappointment.

At this time, Qin Lao smiled and picked up a poem and said: "Jiumo even lights and shadows, thousands of doors spend the moon." Allure out of the treasure ride, ramp to incense car. Rotten but sorrowful, travel around without asking home. More when the pipe is cleared, plum blossoms fall everywhere. Su Gong, this "Shangyuan" is indeed talented. ”

"Well, there are indeed a few good quality poems tonight, but they are still slightly inferior to this "Shangyuan". If nothing else, he will be the leader of this fighting poem. ”

Qin Lao and Su Yuanwai glanced at each other tacitly, obviously feeling that it was impossible for good poems to appear again. Now just wait for the time to come and announce the results. Then tonight's poetry meeting can be regarded as a successful conclusion.

At this time, a maidservant girl walked down from the upper floor with two pieces of paper as if she was late, and sent them to Mr. Qin and Mr. Su. The two of them each took one and looked at it.

Su Yuanwai just glanced at it casually, and subconsciously wanted to put it aside and pass it to everyone to watch. But at this moment, he seemed to realize something, paused, withdrew his hand again, and then looked down carefully, thoughtfully.

After a while, Qin Lao next to him nodded and said:

"I didn't expect such a good poem to be published at this time, this Li Changqing is indeed one of the most prestigious talents in Hedong and Hebei."

At this time, Su Yuanwai also finished reading the poem in his hand, and then took the paper handed over by Qin Lao and looked at it for a while, and said with a smile:

"Borrowing the old tune to snub it, expressing that it is not encountered, lamenting that the world is a young acquaintance, and there is a sense of loneliness and self-appreciation. This Liu Changqing has a talent to learn, but he is a little unlucky, if he can let go of the arrogance in his heart, he will definitely be able to achieve a career in the future. ”

After speaking, he handed over the one he was reading and said, "This one is also good, you can take a look." ”

"Oh?" Qin Lao took it with a smile, took a brief look at it, and suddenly his face froze, and after a while, he nodded and muttered, "...... Come like thunder to restrain anger, and let it be like the river and sea condensing the light. …… Wonderful! ”

At the same time, many people walked out of the room in their arms, waiting for the moment when the leader of tonight's poetry meeting was born.

Yunyang and the others were no exception, and they also walked out at this moment and watched from the porch. At first glance, it looks like nothing, but if you look closely, you can see that several men in uniforms seem to be overly enthusiastic about one of their attendants.

"Brother Du is talented, Fang is my rudeness. Ashamed! ”

"Brother Liu, this poem really wasn't written by me, it's just borrowed below, you guys laughed."

Yun Yang arched his hand and explained with some headaches. He had already said just now that this poem was written by a poet named Du Fu, but Liu Changqing and others mistakenly thought that he was just low-key and did not like publicity.

even regarded him as a like-minded person, and began to call him a brother.

"Brother Du is humble and indifferent, and his indifference to fame and fortune is really admirable." Lu Yu bowed his hand, his expression was very serious.

Yun Yang helplessly found that the more he explained, the more counterproductive it became, and at this time he simply stopped explaining, he smiled and replied: "You are all talented people, and you are also very admired." ”