When night fell, Chen Baichuan followed a group of Daheng civil and military officials to see the Hengdu Poetry Club, which was a great event in the world. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The world's military generals, although the number of Daheng is the majority, but regardless of Chen, Qing, and Beiman, each has a famous general alive, not to mention that Chen Guo also has a Chen Baili comparable to a unicorn. But when it comes to literati, there is a saying: The world's celebrities are all out of balance. Even if this is a slight exaggeration, it truly reflects Daheng's supremacy in literature and art. Almost all the celebrities in the world have grown up in Daheng. Therefore, there are still some folk legends, such as the storyteller of the imperial capital, every time he talks about the romance of the Daheng literati, he always has to come to this paragraph first: it is said that thousands of years ago, the imperial capital was originally a wild place, and the people who lived there were illiterate, one day, I saw a star fall in the north, but it was the change of the star in the sky, the old star fell to the ground, and the star was buried at your feet. Since then, I have weighed ......

Qi people are good writers, and Heng people are good poems. The Qi Dynasty only existed in history books since a hundred years ago, and Daheng was obsessed with the cattle ears of the people in the world, so the people in the world loved to chant poetry. And Hengdu poetry will be royal, celebrities, and talents gathered together, the only one in the world, the momentum is huge, and every time there are famous talents chanting a few sentences comparable to the classics, so this Hengdu poetry will slowly become another pride of the proud Daheng people.

Chen Baichuan listened to the young men who had traveled to the imperial capital together before, and pointed here and there with pride on his face, praising this poetry meeting as even more powerful than the Yaochi Festival. It's acceptable, but it's hateful that everyone has to boast about it again. He is a person who can't listen to nagging, and he can't wait to kick these few mouthy little fresh meat away, because of etiquette, he has to make admiration to set off the other party's pride, but he is very disdainful in his heart. The Tang Dynasty in the previous life knew that there were more poets than the imperial capital to sweep garbage, and Chen Baichuan was with them...... I didn't talk about laughing and laughing, but I also read their masterpieces, compared to the Hengdu Poetry Club, I don't know where it goes!

When Chen Baichuan was helpless in front of the proud boys, on a small pavilion, several big bosses were commenting on him.

Xu is too far away from the talented people who drink and recite poetry, and there are not many people around the pavilion. And this small pavilion on the edge of the poetry meeting was surrounded by several layers of soldiers at this time. If Chen Baichuan approached, he could still feel the arrows pointing to this side on the roofs around him. With such strict precautions, the identity of the people in the pavilion is obvious.

It was Emperor Qinghua who was sitting on the stone table, and next to him stood Wang Yan, Bai Qian and others.

is speaking, except for the irascible Wu Liehou, who else can there be? Wang Yan changed his angry and reckless appearance before Chen Baichuan, his big mouth was like a sedan chair man on the street, and he was an honest and honest middle-aged man.

Wang Yan said: "Your Majesty, I swung a big fist over, and the little doll who was smeared with rouge took this punch hard. According to Chen's view, the youngest son of the Chen family does not know martial arts, and he will also be a three-legged cat kung fu. For a person with a bit of foundation, no matter how fast that punch is, his body will also respond. ”

Huang Qinghua, who did not show the eyes of a lion, looked like an ordinary sixty-year-old man.

Seeing Huang Qinghua nodding, Wang and Bai Qian also said their observations one after another. It's just that Bai Qian, for some reason, didn't say anything about the Qingfeng Sword.

Huang Qinghua thought about it for a moment in his heart and spoke: "In other words, what Chen Guo sent is a little fox who doesn't know martial arts?" ”

The three people beside him all knelt down and saluted, and said respectfully, "Your Majesty Shengming." ”

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Chen Baichuan naturally didn't know the decision given to him by Emperor Qinghua, but he guessed Wang Yan's role before he fainted. In fact, Wang Yan did it too obviously, but Daheng has his confidence, and after knowing himself and knowing his opponent, he is not afraid of him as a small envoy of Chen Guo. Fortunately, he broke out in a cold sweat in front of Emperor Qinghua today, and because of the ups and downs of his father's affairs, his body couldn't react in time, which was a bit of a blessing in disguise.

The sound of the piano flickered, and the flute followed. There must be a talented man who recited a good poem and provoked the beautiful woman Qin Se and him. If it weren't for the fact that there were too many purposes buried in his heart, Chen Baichuan would like this kind of life.

The bright moon is shining, the talented people are composing poems to help the fun, and the beauties are like yellow warblers singing. Invite three friends and four friends, sit around the stone table in the court, drink wine, enjoy spring flowers, listen to the spring breeze, look at the spring scenery, and smell the spring fragrance.

Isn't that beautiful?

It's a pity that everything goes as you wish when you live. If you are unwilling, you will not obey. Whether it's reading sage books or learning some skills, only if you have the ability to do so, can you show your fangs and claws and scold your mother for not getting what you want.

After a song, it also pulled Chen Baichuan back from his emotion and returned to his wishes. He's not strong enough right now, so he's not as he wanted.

Although he was disdainful in his heart, Chen Baichuan also found a few satisfactory verses in this poem. Under the fame, it is actually difficult to deserve. The Hengdu Poetry Society can make the people of Daheng proud, and naturally has two brushes. Listen to a few ancient poems to cultivate sentiment, and ignore the boasting of the teenagers chirping in his ears.

It's a pity that if you don't want to do what you want, Chen Baichuan, who just wanted to cultivate his sentiments, immediately ushered in someone who destroyed the atmosphere.

"Oh, isn't this Baichuan's little brother?" It's a familiar voice again, it's a burst of yin and yang, and it's Lin Cong, the son of the former prime minister.

When Chen Baichuan saw him coming, he was still surrounded by a few people who were so-called geniuses at first glance, even if he had a lot of reluctance in his heart, he was not rude. In this era, it is really troublesome to read people, and if you accidentally snub one of them, this person can jump around angrily, but you can't beat or scold. If you don't know whether you are beating or scolding, that person doesn't know where to jump out of the same door and the division commander, and he can jump around angrily, making you even more unable to beat and scold. Chen Baichuan replied helplessly: "It's exactly below." ”

Lin Cong turned into a smiling tiger, and the two seemed to have a deep friendship between the words. He stuck in front of Chen Baichuan, blocked the spring and moonlight, and said: "Baichuan, you came here, and you didn't know me, you and I have a far-reaching friendship, wouldn't it hurt my brother's heart to be so estranged?" ”

Chen Baichuan couldn't bear the disgust and said with a smile: "It's Baichuan who didn't think about it, and he was accompanied by a few friends, so he left Brother Lin behind." As he spoke, he turned his body to the sons of the ministers, the sons of the young ministers, and smiled at the talents. The people, after all, are afraid of officials.

"Su asked Baichuan to be high, and his poems are far better than those of his predecessors." Lin Cong was talking nonsense, while looking at his companions, he looked ill-intentioned, "Baichuan has a masterpiece tonight?" ”

"I'm afraid that Brother Lin is mistaken, where will he write any poems if he doesn't learn and don't know how to do it? Even if you can say a few rhyming words, you can't compare to the talented people present. ”

"Baichuan's words are wrong, even if it is a foolish brother, he will occasionally get something tonight, let alone you."

The man in cloth with a lewd appearance can be crowned with the word obscene, and at first glance, he was invited to fan the flames, and he interjected: "Brother Lin is talented, just now he said that Dongxue has affection for the spring breeze, and he carved the matter of looking forward to spring vividly, and he must not think that he is inferior to others." As for this Brother Chen, hmph, if there is a masterpiece, you can also let everyone present see it. ”

Before Chen Baichuan could answer, Lin Cong continued to make moves.

"Brother Xu is rude."

"Where is the rudeness?" The man surnamed Xu pretended to be angry, and the two wrote and acted by themselves.

"Brother Chen is the younger brother of General Chen Guoda, how can you be disrespectful in your words."

In recent years, the relationship between Chen Heng and the two countries has not been very friendly, and the relationship between Daheng and the Chen family is even more unfriendly, and the scholars love to care about national affairs the most. The faces of several talented people who walked with Lin Cong changed, and even a few people passing by stopped, not caring about Lin Cong in front of them, who they looked down on on weekdays.

"What? It turned out to be Chen Guoren! ”

"Chen Rentu's younger brother!"

"The Chen family wants to poison me again?"