Speaking of this should poem, it will appear in any era.

To put it bluntly, it's a hymn!

It doesn't matter how much you compliment, it doesn't even matter if it's supposed to be a compliment, as long as it's a compliment. In all dynasties, countless people have written this kind of poetry for kings, including many well-known figures in later generations.

Yue Fei, as many people know, is a big hero.

But in front of the emperor, he inevitably composed a poem that should be made, in order to get the king's happiness.

This poem is also the most uncomfortable poem copied by Yang Shouwen.

But under the eaves, how can he not bow his head, even if he is unhappy in his heart, he can only grit his teeth and write this poem.

And for the poems that should be made, it is also difficult to judge whether they are good or bad.

The content of the poem is basically the same meaning, which is nothing more than the use of allusions and rhetoric. Yang Shouwen's poem was written by the Song Dynasty poet Yang Yi. After the handsome young man finished reciting, the audience fell silent.

The question was answered correctly, and the poem was well done.

But your Yang Shouwen's identity is a bit special, and the onlookers can only follow Jin Ren's silence and do not comment.

Compared with the full house after the end of the school examination, this scene suddenly became a little embarrassing......

Shangguan Wan'er narrowed her eyes and swept her gaze over everyone present.

"Qingzhi's poem is a rhyme of 'bow', and the rhetoric is also extremely beautiful, and the concubine thinks it can be judged as superior."

"Wait!"

As soon as Shangguan Wan'er said this, someone immediately stood up.

"Miss Shangguan, I secretly thought that Ziqian's poems and Yang Qingzhi's poems were equal, why did Ziqian be the middle and upper, but Yang Qingzhi was the best?"

As soon as this man stood up, there was a sudden discussion.

Shangguan Wan'er frowned lightly and glanced at the man. I can't help but feel a little embarrassed.

This person, named Du Xianyan, is said to be the prognosis of the famous general Du of the Jin Dynasty. The reason why it is difficult is because Du Xianyan is also a good hand at making poems. A few years ago, he was praised by Wu Zetian for a song "Suyu Pavilion Banquet System", and now he is a member of the official dining department. Since he said that there is no equal. Even Shangguan Wan'er is not easy to refute.

No way, who makes the family an expert?

Yang Shouwen listened to it on the side, and suddenly felt inexplicably irritable.

He was about to speak, when he saw another person come out of the crowd and said with a smile: "Du Yuanwai's words are wrong.

If the rhetoric is gorgeous, Yang Qingzhi's 'bow' rhyme should be systematized, which is indeed on par with Ziqian's poems. However, Yang Qingzhi skillfully used the allusion of Xue Ping's determination of the Turks in the poem. This saint was highly promoted at the beginning, and Xue Gong was able to return from Guazhou. So I thought. If you talk about it from this point of view, Yang Qingzhi's poem is better than Lu Ziqian. ”

"This person is Zuo Buque Zhang said."

Seeing this, Li Linfu hurriedly introduced it in Yang Shouwen's ear.

Zhang said?

When Yang Shouwen heard this name, he couldn't help but be stunned, and couldn't help but look this person up and down.

Zhang said that the Tang Dynasty was famous. He has paid homage to the prime minister three times and has been in charge of the literary world for 30 years. It is also a generation of Wenzong in the early Tang Dynasty.

In terms of talent, Zhang said that it was far better than Du Yan.

If it is said that the poem should be made, Zhang Shuo was ordered to write "Three Teachings Zhuying", and its authority is not comparable to Du Xianyan.

Yang Shouwen saw him walk out, and a strange smile appeared on his face.

Among these people in front of me, I am afraid that many of them are still unknown. But who would have thought. More than ten years later, they will all become the most indispensable part of the Tang Dynasty. Seeing that many celebrities had disputes for him, Yang Shouwen felt an inexplicable pride in his heart for some reason. He looked around at the people in front of the stone gate, and finally his gaze fell on Lu Zangyong.

He had generally understood why Lu Zangyong was hostile to him.

Fan Yang Lu Jiazi!

thinks that at the beginning, he made the Lu family lose face in Changping.

Then. He was fearless and dared to sing wildly. With a small white body, he still does not flinch against the behemoth of the Lu family. But now, with his back to the Zheng family and the acquaintance of many people, he has become cautious.

It's not me, it shouldn't be me!

Thinking of this, Yang Shouwen suddenly had an inexplicable manic meaning.

He didn't listen to the argument between Zhang Shuo and Du Xianyan again, but strode in front of Shangguan Wan'er, "Auntie, is there any wine?" ”

This sudden title made Shangguan Wan'er stunned.

But in an instant, those eyes as soft as autumn water revealed a joyful light.

"Do you want to drink?"

"I'm a little irritable, and I really want to get drunk."

Shangguan Wan'er didn't blame Yang Shouwen's title of 'aunt' at all, but beckoned with a smile, "Come on, take my Lang Guanqing." ”

Langguanqing is a sorghum liquor produced in Chang'an.

Shangguan Wan'er didn't know what Yang Shouwen wanted to do, but she believed that Yang Shouwen was by no means the kind of reckless person.

Now, in front of the nobles and celebrities in Luoyang, he is just making a name for himself.

There was an inner servant who bowed down to Penglai and sent it to Yang Shouwen.

I saw that the handsome young man took the wine cup and was about to hand it over, but Yang Shouwen raised his hand and smashed the mud seal with one palm.

He ignored everyone's puzzled gazes, looked up at the wine jar, and drank wildly.

The wine trickled down the corners of his mouth, instantly wetting his clothes. But Yang Shouwen didn't realize that the five-pound Lang Guanqing was drunk by him in a blink of an eye. The mountain breeze blew, the wine surged, and Yang Shouwen suddenly felt smoky.

"Qingzhi, what are you doing?"

Li Linfu hurriedly stepped forward and wanted to stop Yang Shouwen.

How do you know that Yang Shouwen grabbed his arm, "Brother Nu, I'll write it, and you can read it, okay?" ”

"Huh?"

Li Linfu was stunned and didn't understand what Yang Shouwen meant.

However, Yang Shouwen had already pushed him away and walked to a table. I saw him grab the corner of the table with one hand, lift the table weighing about ten catties at once, and then walked in front of Shangguan Wan'er and put the table down.

"Auntie, please grind for me."

In an instant, there was an uproar around.

"Bold, dare to be rude to Shangguan girl."

Du Xianyan, Lu Zangyong and others hurriedly stood up and scolded loudly.

How do you know that Yang Shouwen squinted at Du Xianyan and said, "Why should Du Yuanwai be angry? I've heard that the staff is broad-minded. offended Zhou Jizhong that year, and as a result, he was demoted to Sihu to join the army. Ling Lang fought with his life, in exchange for Du Yuanwai to return to the divine capital. Is the saint happy? Du Yuan danced with his hands. even wrote a "Joyful Poem", which has today's outsiders...... Hehehe, but the kid was puzzled, I don't know if the staff outside the Lang still remembers the tomb of Du Lang outside the Jianchun Gate? ”

One sentence made Du Xunyan's face change greatly and became as pale as paper.

Early. Du Zhenyan offended Zhou Jizhong and was demoted to Sihu to join the army. Du Xianyan's son Du He was angry, so on the fifteenth day of Zhengyuan, he took advantage of Zhou Jizhong's opening a banquet in the mansion, secretly mixed in, and then assassinated Zhou Jizhong.

Du He was also hacked to death by the people of the Zhou Mansion because of this.

After Wu Zetian learned the news, he recalled Du Xianyan back to Luoyang.

That day, she asked Du Xianyan if she was happy to return to Luoyang. Du Xianyan danced with his hands. and wrote a poem of joy and thanksgiving to God.

From beginning to end, he did not mention his son.

Although he did not write a sacrificial essay later, it still made Yang Shouwen disgusted with him.

"You ......"

Yang Shouwen laughed and ignored Du's words.

Shangguan Wan'er Yingying stood up and said softly: "Qingzhi seems to be full of thoughts, and the concubine body is also trying to get a sneak peek." ”

"Then I'll read it."

A handsome young man walked out of the back of the team, and it was Li Guo.

He glanced at Yang Shouwen curiously. And he stepped forward.

Yang Shouwen snorted suddenly, and said with a smoky smile: "Which spice does Guo Gongzi use?" The taste is good. ”

One sentence made Li Guo's face blush.

Shangguan Wan'er couldn't help but laugh out loud, and glanced at the two of them with interest.

"Yang Jizi, if you can't write a good article, even if Aunt Shangguan doesn't blame you, I won't let you go."

Li Guo was ashamed and angry. saw that Lu Zangyong and Du Xianyan's faces had become as dark as the bottom of the pot.

Yang Shouwen smiled: "Okay, if I can't write a good work, you just let the horse come." ”

After speaking, he took the pen and dipped it in ink. Fly with a pen.

At this time, Yang Shouwen was already a little drunk, and naturally he couldn't write the regular script. What he was using at the moment was a kind of cursive script. In the history of China, when it comes to cursive, you can't avoid Zhang Xu. However, in addition to Zhang Xu, there is another person who has made outstanding contributions to cursive writing, that is, Huaisu Wild Grass, which is as famous as Zhang Xu and is known as Zhang Dian Su Madness.

Yang Shouwen took advantage of the wine and used his pen to be round and powerful.

Before he ate and drank, he couldn't write about the wild grass of Huaisu.

In his previous life, he had also copied many times, but he never knew the essence. Now, he is in a moody mood, taking advantage of the wine, and has not been able to write the charm of the wild grass, but it turns like a ring, unrestrained and smooth. In the midst of the scene, there are no famous calligraphers. Don't say anything else, but it's just Shangguan Wan'er, who is proficient in calligraphy, and her eyes suddenly lit up from Yang Shouwen's first stroke.

"Haike talks about Yingzhou, and it is difficult to find a letter in the smoke and waves.

The more people speak in the prison, the clouds may be visible.

The heavenly grandmother is horizontal, and the five mountains cover the red city.

The rooftop is 18,000 feet, and I want to fall southeast ......"

Li Guo read aloud, and his voice was elegant.

Who knows, his voice made Yang Shouwen feel irritated, pushed Li Guo away, and said loudly: "Guo Gongzi, your voice is too soft, and you can't recite it." ”

Li Guo was furious and immediately wanted to refute.

I didn't want another person to come out of the crowd, and said with a smile: "I drank the wine made by Qingzhi at Zheng Lingzhi's house a few days ago, and I don't want to see Qingzhi's wonderful words again today." Haha, since Guo Gongzi's voice can't be successful, then I'll read it? ”

"Hey, Bergo has arrived, too?"

Zhang said that when he saw the man, he immediately smiled.

Shangguan Wan'er said with a smile: "Bo Gao is also good at cursive, and today Zhang Dian Yang is crazy, and it can't be passed on as a good story." ”

Yang Shouwen ignored it, and then wrote: "I want to dream of Wu Yue because of this, and fly to the mirror lake and moon in one night."

The lake and the moon shine on me and send me to the river.

Gong Xie's residence is still there, and the green water is rippling and the ape is crying.

With Xie Gong's clogs on his feet, he climbed the green cloud ladder.

Half of the wall sees the sea and the sun, and the sky smells the chicken. ”

Li Guo's voice is clear and soft, but it is always a little less masculine and too feminine.

But this man's voice was loud and hard, with a wild and uninhibited bearing, which made the people around him suddenly silent.

The mountain breeze is dignified, and the sound of poetry echoes.

Zhang Shuo couldn't help but gently stroke his palm. and sang and danced with the sound of recitation.

"Thousands of rocks are uncertain, and the flowers are leaning on the stones.

The bear roars and the dragon roars in the rock spring, and the deep forest is terrifying.

The clouds are green and green, and the water is surging and smoking.

Cracks and thunderbolts, hills and mountains collapse. The stone door of the cave is suddenly opened.

The blue darkness is bottomless. The sun and the moon shine on the gold and silver platform.

Ni is the clothes and the wind is the horse, and the kings of the clouds come down one after another.

The tiger drum returned to the car, and the immortal people were like hemp.

Suddenly, the soul throbbed with courage, and the trance rose and groaned.

But the pillow of the time of awakening, the smoke of the loss.

The same is true of the pleasures of the world, and everything has flowed in vain since ancient times.

Don't go to Xi when to return, and put the white deer between the green cliffs, you must ride to visit the famous mountain......"

Yang Shouwen suddenly stopped his pen and reached out to grab Li Guo's hand. "Guo Gongzi, let's go up the mountain."

Li Guo was so shocked by this poem that he forgot to resist for a while, and couldn't help but cross the stone threshold with Yang Shouwen.

Shangguan Wan'er only feels, only feels, only feels good!

This poem is clearly not finished, how he is. Why, why don't you write it?

That feeling. Just like high? The tide is coming, but it suddenly stops abruptly, which makes people feel so sad that they can't go up and down.

"Yang Shouwen, finish the poem for me before leaving?"

Shangguan Wan'er shouted angrily, and the handsome young man hurriedly stepped forward to stop Yang Shouwen, but saw Yang Shouwen suddenly stop.

He turned. A long howl rose to the sky.

The golden toad spirit that has been practiced hard for more than ten years has pushed the laughter to linger in the mountains for a long time.

"Auntie, I dare to do it, but does anyone dare to write it?"

The man who had just read the poem listened to it. laughed and said: "Since Yang Qingzhi dares to do it, then I will continue to write it." ”

"An Neng broke his eyebrows and bent his waist to deal with the powerful, which made me unhappy!"

After Yang Shouwen finished speaking, he laughed, took Li Guo's hand, and walked away.

Shangguan Wan'er's face changed, how smart she was, and how could she not understand the meaning of Yang Shouwen's words.

Mad!

Son, I never thought you would be so arrogant!

Her eyes flowed like autumn water, and she looked at the man, "Zhang Bogao, only the last sentence is missing, why don't you continue to write it and pass it on as a good story?" ”

That man is none other than Zhang Dian and Zhang Xu, one of the crazy people in history.

He was stunned, listened to Shangguan Wan'er's words, and suddenly laughed and said: "Why does Shangguan girl need to provoke me, since he Yang Qingzhi can make such a masterpiece, it is also an honor for me to continue to write for him today!" Come, come, bring the wine. ”

He took the wine from one of the chamberlains, slapped open the mud seal, and drank it at the mouth of the altar.

"An Neng broke his eyebrows and bent his waist to deal with the powerful, which made me unhappy! Hahaha, a good Yang Qingzhi, a good one makes me unhappy. ”

After Zhang Xu finished writing, he threw the pen on the table, turned around and ran to Zhang Shuo's side.

Stretched out his hand and grabbed Zhang Shuo's arm, "Daoji, let's go." ”

"Why are you going?"

"Such a wonderful person, if you can't make friends, isn't it a regret in life?

Why do you and I bother to accompany a group of laypeople here to greet each other, An Neng can break his eyebrows and bend his waist to deal with the powerful, so that I am not happy! Let's go, today I will definitely have a drink with this Yang Qingzhi, and I will not return if I am not drunk. ”

He pulled Zhang and said, and without saying anything, he crossed the stone threshold.

Whether it was Lu Zang or Du Zhenyan, he didn't step forward to stop him.

Li Linfu was also stunned by Yang Shouwen's last line of poetry. He reacted suddenly and shouted loudly, "Qingzhi, wait for me." ”

Looking at their backs, the smile on Shangguan Wan'er's face became even stronger.

She wrote the word 'Shangshang' on that poem, and then handed the poem to the handsome young man and said, "Mingyu, send it to the General Immortal Palace." ”

"Whoa!"

The young man turned around and walked quickly, but Shangguan Wan'er let out a sigh of relief.

No matter what the banquet is today, after today, Yang Shouwen will definitely be famous in the two capitals.

She sat down a little tired, her eyes swept over everyone, and then she became cold, and her lips opened lightly: "Next, who will come?" (To be continued......)

PS: Well, I think this chapter should be read coherently, if it is divided into chapters, it seems to be a little less refreshing...... Well, that's it.