This museum has the first brand in the capital, naturally it is very popular, and most of the rich and powerful people come here tonight, of course, there are many literati and celebrities.

Some poor scholars also participated, they borrowed money to come here, the Qinglou is a cultural feast of this era, the literati are famous through this, and the powerful vassal is elegant, which is a kind of atmosphere.

There were a few bad old men sitting in a private room next to Xu Chen, one of them was actually the imperial historian Wang Fu, don't look at his age, but he has been in and out of this romantic place all year round. Someone wants to ask this imperial court official to come to this Qinglou Museum, isn't this looking for death, but you can tell this era, the master of this era is the merry emperor Li Sanlang, the official has long been a trend, and it is a fashion to visit the Qinglou no matter who you are.

But these bad old men naturally didn't come here to look for flowers and willows, of course, they didn't have that energy, this imperial historian often called himself a literati and ink writer, and wrote countless poems in his life, although few poems came out of the façade, but he was so happy, but he liked to associate with those celebrities.

In the Tang Dynasty, if the poem was well written, it would definitely become famous instantly. Even if you don't have a fame but write a good poem, this is also very popular. People in this era advocate culture and appreciate poetry more, such as Li Bai Du Fu produces 10,000 poems per mu, and famous poets are endless.

Therefore, the poems of the Tang Dynasty are very popular, naturally some people read them, some people appreciate them, no matter how awesome you are, you can only appreciate it yourself, then don't write it out, waste paper and waste money, it's not as good as yy in your head.

This Lord Wang likes poetry, and this Qinglou is a gathering place for literati, so it is natural to come over and have a lively time, which is not harmful.

In the private room opposite Xu Chen, Liu Zhuangyuan was surrounded by several people around him, and he was working hard to write, and naturally he wrote poetry. Several of them have been awarded the Jinshi, and they are all waiting for the imperial court to seal the officials, and they are tired of shaving and patting horses, so they go to this hall to play.

There is also a saying that in recent years, it has become more popular to "explore flowers", that is, the awesome characters of Zhongjinshi, select a few representatives to go to the famous gardens in Chang'an to pick flowers, and then there will be a "flower exploration banquet". This exploration of flowers and flowers, and the exploration of the green building will be explored, the women here are more beautiful than the flowers, who does not pick them?

That Liu Zhuangyuan is white and tender, and his appearance is not bad, but he is full of little white face, how can he not write a song when he is in the Qinglou? With a wave of his hand, he couldn't stop it as soon as he came up, and he became a poem in minutes:

The mountains wipe the clouds and the sky is even grass,

The sound of the horn is less than the end of the song.

Don't ask where the poor family is going,

The wine warms the brocade sleeves and the aftertaste disappears.

"Good poetry!" The three Confucian scholars around him all applauded, and the three of them were already fond of the sycophancy, and one of them said: "Brother Liu's poem is quite white, and it will soon be written in the world, if His Majesty appreciates it, the future is limitless." ”

The other two all nodded yes, if they want to say that they are patting, but no one can compare to Liu Zhuangyuan, the fart Liu Zi just patted other people's farts, and he couldn't stand it when he was praised by others, and he glanced at this poem again, and really felt that there was Li Bai's demeanor, and he smiled busily: "Then pass it on, let everyone here evaluate it." ”

Most of the people downstairs came for Shen Sisi's singing and dancing scene, and this big name is generally not easy to show up, so you can show off for a while when you see the beauty, if you get the favor of that Sisi girl, you can't get it for Huang Yanjing.

Everyone was anxious, a few people called Qiu Niang, hugged left and right, poured a little wine, this must be some rich children, romantic surnames, those literati are despised, the reason why they are not called Qiu Niang, is to leave a good impression in front of Miss Sisi, "I am not romantic, I am very single-minded, I am here for you!" ”。

The mentality is good, but when I hear those women [***], no one can stand it, and I can always react physiologically, and then I see a poem passed in the banquet, but I have something to do, and the poetry is much more elegant than the woman.

Everyone is interested, poetry is rare in the green building, people who don't have two brushes will not dare to pass on their works to the public, write well and naturally get applause, if the writing is average, then it's over, you will be sprayed to death, so that there is no place to turn over the notoriety.

Poetry is a thing, good writing is good writing, people who can't write good poems may never be able to write good poems, there are very few examples of writing two famous poems and the rest are miserable, that can only mean that those two poems are copied.

This poem began to spread from the private room, and there are special people to help you pass it from room to room, and the person holding the poem will read it once and let it go quickly, without much delay.

Xu Chen took the poem and took a look, the payment was Liu Wenyuan, and there was no "word" signing, Xu Chen also took a look, and he was familiar with 10,000 Tang poems in his heart, such a poem really couldn't stand it, so he handed it over to Li Ye.

"What does my brother-in-law think of this poem?" The little prince asked.

"Hehe, the spring breeze is proud, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay, this person is full of pride, it's the time to be proud." Xu Chen smiled slightly, obviously perfunctory.

Li also handed the poem to the doorman waiting outside the door, still thinking about Xu Chen's words, his brother-in-law obviously looked down on it, it seemed that this sycophant spirit had a false name, so he just thought of his brother-in-law's sentence "Spring breeze is proud of horseshoe disease" Familiar to hear, he turned out a large handful of poems written by Xu Chen when he practiced calligraphy in his arms, and found a poem "The spring breeze is proud, and I see all the Chang'an flowers." Then an idea came to him, and he asked the doorman to find another doorman.

After the doorman came, Li also handed the poem written by Xu Chen to the child and gave him a piece of silver, and the boy began to spread the word in a hurry.

Li also did this, of course, he did not ask Xu Chen's opinion, although he didn't know much about poetry, but of course he knew that the poems written by this brother-in-law when he practiced calligraphy were definitely high-quality, and the brother-in-law only said that he was copied to practice words, and refused to admit it, no one believed that this poem was copied, if there was this poem before, it would have been famous a long time ago, why haven't I heard of it?

Since you don't admit that you wrote it, then I'll pass it on, you don't have an opinion, right? Li is also unhappy when he sees Liu Zhuangyuan, since he dares to pass on poems, then I will pass them on too!

In this way, two doormen and two poems, passed to everyone present.

The people sitting in the hall, as soon as they saw that the inscription below was Liu Da Zhuangyuan, they all carefully observed, although this poem is not very outstanding, but it can also be seen Liu Wenyuan's talent, a few people just surrounded it, nodded frequently and praised, and saw another poem coming.

After the poem came, everyone began to talk about it, and even though the poem had been spread, the sound of discussion was still unconscious, and the hall exploded for a while.

In the private room, the Imperial Doctor sat there and talked about these two poems with several old men, and one of them said: "

In the past, it was said that it was not enough to boast,

There is no end to debauchery today.

The spring breeze is proud,

One said to see all the Chang'an flowers.

This "After Dengke" is very well written, but there is no signature, looking at the handwriting is definitely not written by Liu Wenyuan, if it is Liu Wenyuan wrote this poem, it must be the pride of Dengke, quite interesting, but it was not written by him, written after his poem, and it is such content, which is quite ironic that he got carried away with the deep meaning, haha, the spring breeze is proud, and he said that he has seen all the Chang'an flowers, good poetry

, what a poem......"

The old men burst out laughing

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