Well, Yang Shidao's poem is not short, it should be called Fu, anyway, it is very long, the poetry is luxurious, but it really makes people have a feeling of gold wall splendor and magnificence, although it also talks about peony, but it does not completely highlight the peony, but praises the noise and prosperity of today's banquet. But it's still quite powerful, at least after Master Yang finished reciting, the cheers were endless, and even Yang Guang couldn't help but laugh and praise: "Jing You is worthy of being the most splendid literary talent in the Yang family." ”

Yang Xiong was also very excited, well, his smiling eyes narrowed into a slit, and he seemed to be quite proud of his son's talent. However, there were still a few modest words in his mouth, and after that, his eyes fell on Ben Gongzi's body.

I took a deep breath, looked left and right, felt the spring breeze coming from outside the hall, and thought of the scene of the flowers falling in the garden just now, and I already had a good sentence in my heart.

The eyes fell on the peony in the hands of the flower girl, and the voice was raised, a song of cherishing flowers and loving flowers through the ages in the spring of the eighth year of the great cause, and it was nurtured in the palace of the Guande King in Luoyang City, which will be passed down through the ages......

"The red peony in the melancholy hall is only two branches in the evening. The wind in the Ming Dynasty should blow out, and the night regrets the decline of the red fire to see the ......" Although the voice is not majestic, it has the unique clarity of young people, coupled with the skills of this son as a host for many years, a song cherishes the peony, so that this son can express the sincere emotions in his heart.

As soon as this poem came out, there was only the spring breeze in the hall, and everyone was dumbfounded. Even Yang Shidao, who was satisfied with his masterpiece, also had a stiff expression, his mouth was half-grinning, and his originally handsome face was now distorted like the bell tower weirdo in "Notre Dame de Paris".

Yang Guang sighed lightly, then got up and strode towards this side, and when he arrived at the flower girl, he looked at the peony in her hand, and naturally saw that among the three peonies, sure enough, the petals of two peonies were slightly scattered.

Yang Guang took a deep breath, turned around, looked at me deeply, and the smile on his face became more and more kind: "...... What a good eldest grandson Wuji, you really live up to the praise of King Guande, so that the love for flowers and pity for flowers is all described in the poem, so that I have to admire your talent. ”

"Jiangmen family, but waiting for such a talented talent, it is really a blessing for my dynasty, respect Your Majesty." At this moment, a noble in the hall stood up and sighed with emotion after taking a deep look at Yang Guang.

Well, I have to say that this sycophant is just right, at least Yang Guang couldn't help laughing, and all the nobles in the hall were also full of sycophants, well, of course, this son would not be arrogant or righteous in such a situation, but continued to stand there with a modest and respectful attitude, but Yang Shidao stood beside me with a melancholy face, chewing on this masterpiece's masterpiece repeatedly.

"I don't have much to do, your masterpiece is really beyond my brother's reach." Taking advantage of the crooked words of those people, Yang Shidao smiled bitterly at me.

"Where does my brother say, every poem has its own merits, and my brother's work is not the same as the applause of the audience?" This guy seems to be a little hit, but unfortunately, this son can only accept his praise very sincerely, not for anything else, at least as a plagiarist, and he has to accept these well-deserved praises for the original author of those poems.

On the one hand, he humbly accepts praise and praise, and on the other hand, he silently mourns in his heart for the original authors of those poems who are shamelessly plagiarized by Ben Gongzi at this moment, and who will definitely have a sad face and tears in the long river of history in the future.

And Li Yuan is worthy of being the father of my brother who burned yellow paper, and he was very considerate of me, a young junior, and at this time he also jumped out and beat the side drum to help him say: "Your Majesty, the eldest grandson Wuji is not only talented in literature, but also very disciplined in calligraphy, so let Wuji record this poem on paper and dedicate it to Your Majesty." ”

"That's right, the old minister seconded it." Although King Guande himself was defeated by me, this old man is really an adult, and he did not say that he was jealous and jealous and thought about how to clean up my young man, but stood on the same position with Li Yuan to say good things for me, and my son couldn't help but have a good impression of this King Guande. At least compared to Duan Wenzhen, Yang Xiong's vision and open-mindedness are far higher than Duan Wenzhen.

"Hehe, it's not a reminder, I almost forgot, come here, pen and ink waiting......" Yang Guang raised his eyebrows and ordered loudly, it didn't take much effort, since someone put the pen, ink, paper and inkstone that had been prepared on a desk and carried it to the hall, and at this time, the nobles who were originally sitting behind the table didn't care about what the high and low, and they all moved forward.

But after all, there is a son of heaven, so they are very interested and didn't get too close, but they all stretched their necks, wanting to see the eldest grandson of this son.

We didn't bother to excuse ourselves, kneeling in front of the desk, concentrating on the pen, not a lot of effort, Yang Shidao's poem and my son's masterpiece were all recorded on paper. Anyway, I have been writing Spring Festival couplets for many years, and I haven't seen any big scenes, and I regard these onlookers of the Sui Dynasty as a group of extras who are honest and simple farmers wearing liberation shoes.

After Fang finished recording these two poems, he heard the footsteps coming from beside him, and when he looked up, he found that in addition to Yang Guang, there were two other officials who didn't know when they stood behind me, looking at the handwriting of this son with burning eyes.

And Yang Guang didn't care when he saw this scene, and smiled at the two of them: "Ouyang Aiqing and Yu Aiqing are here, just right, let's review the book written by the eldest grandson Wuji." ”

Hearing these two surnames, Ben Gongzi's heart couldn't help jumping, being able to evaluate calligraphy works for Yang Guang, the Emperor of the Great Sui, at least it shows that these two are quite high-end in calligraphy, could it be that Yu Shinan and Ouyang Xun, who are known as the four families of the early Tang Dynasty?

"It turned out that Ouyang Xun and Yu Shiji had arrived, and with these two people's comments, you must know how many catties and taels this eldest grandson Wuji has at the bottom." There were a few nobles next to him who whispered in their ears, my son's ear power is not bad, and they all heard it, but they couldn't help but be stunned, Yu Shiji is a famous treacherous minister in the Sui Dynasty, is this guy also a calligrapher? is more powerful than his younger brother Yu Shinan.

"This ......" over fifty years old, Ouyang Xun, who had a slightly frosty beard, lowered his body and saw my handwriting, first sighed lightly, and then took it in his hand and looked at it, and Yu Shiji, who was of a similar age, also came over, and both of them stared at the calligraphy of this son, not caring about the whispers of many nobles around him.

I raised my eyes and swept it, well, I don't know a few of these dignitaries, but Duan Wenzhen is also in the crowd at the moment, his expression is very complicated, his eyes are flickering, he glanced at the calm and calm son, and then stretched out his head to look at the masterpiece of the son who was held in his hand by Ouyang Xun.

"Eldest grandson Wuji, at what age did you start practicing calligraphy?" Yang Guang, as the son of heaven, was naturally embarrassed to poke his head over to join in the fun. Then he turned around and inquired gently. Although Yang Guang is quite tall and majestic, like a martial artist, he is very modest and elegant in his conversation, not as described in the history books, as if he is like Xia Wei and Shang Xuan, who is a tyrant who wants to tear people into white chicken shreds by rolling up his sleeves and clothes at every turn.