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And at this time, the flowers are in half-spring, and the time to go green has arrived.

When he was in Chang'an City, the talented and beautiful women in Chang'an liked it very much, and Tang Zhou also liked it, so on a morning when the spring flowers were blooming and the butterflies were flying, he took Lin Qingsu and Li Hu to make an appointment with Murong Yingnan and Song Xiaoyu to go outing.

Originally, they were going to call Hua Yuerong, but she refused.

The group came to the suburbs in a few carriages, and the scenery of the suburbs at this time was charming, full of purple and red, and verdant green, even if they did nothing, just looking at these scenes, they could make people feel indescribable happiness and pleasing to the eye.

There is a small hill outside Luoyang City, there are grass and flowers growing on the upper slope, and there is a stream murmuring in the distance, where everyone sits or sits together to enjoy the scenery, or walks hand in hand, everything is so beautiful.

Under such a beautiful scenery, Tang Zhou naturally wanted to walk around with Lin Qingsu.

It's just that when they were walking hand in hand under such a beautiful scenery, a few Confucian scholars suddenly came in the distance, these Confucian scholars were enjoying the beautiful scenery while talking about poetry, and when they walked up to Tang Zhou, one of them bowed his head and asked: "Dare to ask Your Excellency, is it Tang Zhou's little marquis?" ”

The person who asked the question was handsome and had an extraordinary temperament, and he stood out in the crowd, and from the eyes of everyone looking at him, he could faintly see that he was the leader.

Tang Zhou didn't know the man in front of him, but he still nodded and said, "It's down." ”

Hearing Tang Zhou's words, the man spoke: "In Xia Li Mubai, a scholar who went to Chang'an to take the exam, passing by Luoyang City, I heard that Tang Zhou's little marquis was here to assassinate the history, so he came to visit, and by the way, he also asked the little marquis for some poetry things. ”

Li Mubai's words were quite arrogant, but Tang Zhou didn't care much, scholars, even if they were poor and had nothing to eat, they still felt that they were superior, this was a common problem of readers, as long as Tang Zhou was harmless to him, he didn't mind, he was just a little strange, according to the rules of the Tang Dynasty, the imperial examination was held once every three years, and there was already one in the fourteenth year of Zhenguan, and the next one should be the seventeenth year of Zhenguan, but this year is the fifteenth year of Zhenguan, and there are still two years before the next imperial examination. Why is this Li Mubai here?

Tang Zhou didn't talk about any poetry with Li Mubai, he just asked his puzzle a little strangely, and after he asked, Li Mubai and his companions suddenly showed a little disdain.

"Tang Xiaohou is afraid that he has not experienced the imperial examination, like those of us who are far away from the capital, we usually have to rush from home to the capital after the last imperial examination, and we have been rushing for a year before we finally came to Luoyang City."

"Yes, we can't do learning behind closed doors, we have to travel all over the mountains and rivers of Datang along the way to increase our knowledge, so naturally we have to find some."

"Also, after going to the capital, I have to do a little bit of work, worship the teacher or something, it's much better to come early than later."

“………………”

These students who went to Beijing muttered a lot, and Tang Zhou finally understood after listening to it, the transportation in this era is inconvenient, if people from Jiangnan or other distant places come to Chang'an in the capital to take the exam, they must not be able to say that they will set off when the exam is about to take place.

"I see, disrespectful, disrespectful."

After Tang Zhou finished speaking, Li Mubai said: "Tang Xiaohou is close to the capital, it is normal not to understand, I waited on the way to Chang'an, I heard a lot of things about the little Hou Ye writing poems, I came today, I still hope to discuss poetry with the little Hou Ye." ”

After Li Mubai finished speaking, one of them said: "Brother Li is very talented, he is the best poet among these people, and the little marquis is famous, so he shouldn't let us down, right?" ”

This person's meaning is very simple, that is, in his opinion, Li Mubai's talent is similar to Tang Zhou, and the two of them exchanged poetry, which did not disgrace Tang Zhou's fame.

For such a group of scholars, Tang Zhou didn't feel anything, although they were a little arrogant, but they just wanted to learn poetry, so after the man finished speaking, Tang Zhou smiled: "Everyone is a scholar, it's okay to ask each other for advice, and of course it's okay to compose poetry." ”

Seeing Tang Zhou's agreement, everyone looked at Li Mubai, with support and expectation in their eyes, in their opinion, if they could win Tang Zhou in this poetry competition, it would be very helpful for them to go to Chang'an City after the imperial examination, in other words, the reason why they wanted to find Tang Zhou to learn poetry was not only to see if Tang Zhou was really as knowledgeable as rumored, but also to step on Tang Zhou's fame to climb up.

Readers have a sense of loneliness, but this does not mean that readers do not have the heart and do not know how to judge the situation and use the situation to exert themselves.

"Since Tang Xiaohou agrees, how about we compose a poem based on the scene in front of us?"

The scenery in front of him is beautiful, it seems that there is no season that can make people feel as comfortable as spring, Tang Zhou smiled and said, "Is it you first or me first?" ”

Li Mubai hesitated for a moment, and finally made a gesture of surrender, although he was very confident in his talent, but in the face of Tang Zhou, a person who was famous, he still felt that he was more sure to let Tang Zhou do it first.

Seeing this, Tang Zhou did not shirk, he glanced around, and saw a few children flying kites in the distance.

The grass grows and the warbler flies in the February sky, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke.

The children returned early from school and were busy releasing paper kites in the east wind.

Tang Zhou's poem, shocked everyone to praise, the grass grows and the warbler flies, and the willows on the embankment are all special scenes of spring.

The last sentence of the paper kite while the east wind is busy adding some vitality and hope to the spring scene, making the whole poem write the spring scene to the fullest.

After Tang Zhou finished speaking, he said to Li Mubai: "Please." ”

Li Mubai held his chin and glanced around, then shook his head again, and after a few contemplations, he finally bowed his hand to Tang Zhou and said: "The little marquis is really talented, after seeing this situation, although he can write a poem, but he has no confidence to be able to beat the little marquis. ”

Tang Zhou didn't expect Li Mubai to say such a thing, in his opinion, a lonely person like Li Mubai, even if his poems are not as good as his own, he should also make a poem to compete, there is no first, even if he doesn't do well, it is not easy for others to admit that he is worse than himself.

But he admitted it generously.

For such a person, Tang Zhou admires it very much.

Li Mubai conceded defeat without composing poetry, which made his friends a little unbelievable.

"Brother Li, why not make a song?"

Li Mubai smiled and arched his hand to Tang Zhou: "Now that we have seen the talent of the little marquis, we don't have to stay here for a long time, so we will say goodbye, I hope to see the little marquis again in Chang'an City." ”