Tang Shuhu was still leaning on the soft and delicate body of the green clothes, and when he heard Han Mo say this, he immediately sat up, raised his hand and said, "Brother Han, since the inspiration has come, why don't you dedicate a song to you?" ”

Han Mo smiled slightly and said, "I have never had the habit of performing. It's just that today's uncle is hospitable, Han Mo is grateful to his uncle for his kindness, but he is willing to keep his word and help the Hou Ye and Uncle Guo to drink! ”

When Uncle Guo heard this, he smiled and said, "Okay." I only know that General Han's martial arts are strong, but I didn't expect that he is an all-round talent in civil and military affairs, and I really want to learn today! ”

Han Mo said with a smile: "It's just that Han Mo has never liked to write poems and words, and occasionally has experiences, but he is willing to write it down, and ask the Hou Ye to give him Mobao!" ”

"Quickly take the pen, ink, paper, inkstone!" Uncle Guo immediately commanded.

After only a while, a maid brought pen, ink, paper and inkstone with a jade plate, and a servant brought a small case and put it in front of Han Mo's case, and put the ink, paper, and inkstone on it.

Han Mo smiled at the maid beside him and said, "Girl, help me sharpen my ink!" ”

The maid hurriedly stepped forward and sharpened ink for Han Mo.

Under the gaze of everyone, Han Mo stepped forward and walked to the side of the small case, sat down cross-legged, picked up the wolf pen, closed his eyes, and thought about the stored poems in his mind.

Tang poems and Song lyrics really have a lot in his mind, but since he wants to suppress the arrogance of the people of Qingguo, he naturally chooses a poem that shocks everyone through the ages.

The hall was surprisingly quiet for a while, and all eyes were focused on Han Mo's body.

In fact, almost no one really believed that Han Mo could write the so-called noun sentences, if this young man really had the talent to surprise everyone, he would definitely show it when he was in Yan Kingdom, and his talent would definitely be resounding in Yan Kingdom.

These celebrities present are all famous in Qingguo, and it can even be said that they are the mainstream of today's Tianxia people, but those who are talented and famous, these people have naturally heard of it.

Although there are many people in the field who have heard of Han Mo's reputation before, it is nothing more than Han Mo's name of bravery, but no one has heard of Han Mo's name.

Many people are ready to criticize, and some people whisper, discussing how to use Han Mo's poems to insult this young man who doesn't know the height of the sky.

Cao Yin also stared at Han Mo with some curiosity, but he had never heard Han Mo's poetry and lyrics, and he was really a little skeptical about Han Mo's talent in his heart.

But I saw Han Mo suddenly open his eyes and glanced at the girl who was grinding ink beside him, at this time, the girl had already polished the ink and was kneeling beside her respectfully, a pair of watery eyes were also looking at Han Mo with a little curiosity, but this girl was thinking in her heart: "Dare to write poems in front of Tang Gongzi, this adult really has such talent?" ”

Han Mo dipped his pen in ink, and then did not hesitate to write.

Song Shiqing is by Han Mo's side, he has never heard of Han Mo's talent, today Han Mo wrote words, this waiter of the Ministry of Rites is really a little abrupt in his heart, lest Han Mo be young and vigorous and make a big joke, then the face that has just been saved will be lost here.

After all, all the people present are well-educated, and there is Tang Shuhu, the first talent today, who is present, if he can't come up with a convincing masterpiece, the people of Qingguo are bound to ridicule.

He couldn't help but get up and came to Han Mo's side.

At this time, everyone was waiting for Han Mo to write words, showing ill-intentioned smiles one by one, toasting each other, and staggering, and some people saw Tang Shuhu holding the green dress in his arms and was very intimate, and they were also horny, and reached out to rub oil on the maid next to him.

Suddenly, Song Shiqing shouted: "Okay! ”

Everyone was suddenly shocked by Song Shiqing's "good", and when they raised their eyes, they saw Song Shiqing standing beside Han Mo, only staring at the poem manuscript on the case, clapping their hands.

Suddenly, some people showed disdain, and secretly said in their hearts: "My own people applaud their own people, and the people of Yan Guo are really thick-skinned!" ”

Han Mo finally wrote down the last stroke, and then gently rested the wolf on the side of the inkstone.

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"Lord Song, please read this poem!" Han Mo said with a smile.

Song Shiqing hurriedly and carefully picked up the scroll with new words written on it, and for a while his face showed an extremely confident look, coughed, glanced at everyone, and then groaned with emotion: "When is the bright moon, ask the wine to Qingtian, I don't know the heavenly palace, what year is it tonight?" I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, the height is unbearable, and I dance to figure out the shadow, how it seems to be ...... in the world! ”

He is a waiter in the Ministry of Rites, and it is a common thing to read books and praise rituals, although he may not be able to make good nouns, but the recitation of poetry is very level, and the yin and yang are frustrated, and the meaning of this word is vividly expressed.

The first half of the Que has not yet been finished, and there is no sound in the field.

After all, it is Qingguo, which grew up in the rippling literary style, and most of the people present have strong literary skills.

But where the scenery is used as a lyric, that is, try not to bring the scenery in the poem, so that it can be regarded as a wonderful pen, just like writing flowers without flowers, and singing the moon without seeing the moon, so that you can invisibly experience its artistic conception, and the Qingguo literary world probably follows this set of literary rules, so when the first sentence came out, everyone was ready to laugh in their hearts, but the next few sentences followed out continuously, but it made everyone quite shocked.

Although the first sentence directly points out the word "bright moon", which violates the "hidden" convention in the literary world, this sentence starts with a question, and the subsequent sentence "ask the wine to the sky" has introduced the previous sentence into a new artistic conception.

Immediately in the heavenly palace, the poetry has been suddenly sublimated, and then "I want to ride the wind to return to the ......" sentences, there is directly a kind of soaring nine days of ethereal atmosphere, without a little worldly atmosphere, elegant and refined, a few sentences, it outlines a refreshing picture of the heavenly palace, beautiful and light.

It seems that such a few brushstrokes can create an atmospheric and ethereal artistic conception while outlining the painting, which is really rare, and if it were not for the poetry to reach the ultimate level, there would never be such a handiwork.

Just these words are still talented, showing everyone's style.

Tang Shuhu was still playing with the white and tender little hands of the green dress, but when he heard this heart-warming first half of the words, he couldn't help but raise his head and look at Han Mo, with a look of surprise on his face.

Song Shiqing paused, deliberately coughed twice, and continued to read in his yin and yang voice: "Turn Zhu Ge, low Qihu, and sleep without sleep." There should be no hatred, what is the long time to say goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny...... This matter is difficult to complete...... I hope that people will last a long time, thousands of miles together! ”

If it is said that the upper part has created an extremely beautiful ethereal artistic conception, then the second half of the Que has expanded and deepened the artistic conception created by the previous one and sublimated it again.

This song "Water Tune Song Head. When will there be a bright moon", it is Su Shi's masterpiece, which has been circulated for thousands of years but is still the first to be transmitted, with a never-fading charm, such a masterpiece, naturally not idle poetry.

After Song Shiqing finished reading it, he couldn't help but praise: "Good words, good words!" ”

Tang Shuhu's face was still surprised, and he muttered, "...... I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be ...... together! "I still seem to be savoring the implications.

Qingguo people were silent for a while.

They are also well-versed in poetry, and not everyone can really taste the beauty of this poem, but since most of them are literati, and they are much more elegant on weekdays, they also know some about the quality of poetry.

This poem allows everyone to directly feel the atmospheric and ethereal meaning brought by it, and with such an effect, naturally no one dares to be cheeky to say that this poem is inferior.

Some people had secretly applauded in their hearts, but they didn't dare to shout, and the atmosphere in the whole hall seemed quite strange for a while.

After a long time, I saw Tang Shuhu stand up from his seat, slowly walked in front of Han Mo, straightened his clothes, and straightened his hair slightly, and then arched his hand and said: "Brother Han is talented, Shuhu only knows today what is outside the sky, and there are people outside the world." In vain, Shuhu calls himself a merry and talented man, thinking that he can get good words and sentences at will, and today when he heard about Brother Han's masterpiece, he knew that Shuhu was really self-righteous. Brother Han said that the poems below are nothing more than that, and they are taught below! ”

If Han Mo has surprised everyone by making this first word, then Su Yifang. Tang Shuhu, who was unruly and arrogant and famous, went to salute Han Mo and admit defeat, but this made everyone stunned.

There are thousands of literati in Qingguo, among which there are many celebrities and scholars who discuss poetry with Tang Shuhu, but Tang Shuhu has never lost to anyone, and he has never bowed his head to anyone.

But this first genius in Qingguo is like a young man from a foreign country doing this big gift, and he is even more frank that it is not as good, it is really a shocking thing if there are glasses.

Even the maids who served were wide-eyed and couldn't believe it.

In their hearts, Tang Shuhu is a god-like figure, this person is talented, even the princes, nobles, dignitaries and nobles are not in their eyes, and occasionally come to the uncle's mansion for banquets, that is also to come and go freely, if there is no one around, even the uncle will not care too much.

Such a character actually saluted and admitted defeat to a foreigner younger than him today, and these maids were surprised, and couldn't help but look at Han Molai.

The maid who was grinding ink for Han Mo couldn't help but cover her mouth, and she just thought: "I just polished ink for him, and I just polished ink for him......!" ”

Just when the hall was full of shock, a discordant voice was heard: "You...... Where did you steal this poem? ”

When everyone heard this, they all looked at it in a super voice, but it was a thirty-year-old scholar in a long shirt, and the gentleman looked suspicious, obviously not believing that this poem was written by Han Mo at all, and only thought that Han Mo was stealing other people's poems, and he was in the limelight here.

He guessed that it was not wrong, but the joke of history was too big, and the great god Su who wrote this poem now does not even have Mao'er, and even the trajectory of history will not have the existence of Great God Su, so in the historical order, Han Mo is the original author of this poem.

Tang Shuhu didn't say a word, turned around, walked to his seat, picked up the golden cup full of wine, walked to the gentleman, didn't say anything, a glass of wine was splashed on the man's face, and scolded: "Jealousy and jealousy, insulting Sven, should be punished!" ”

ps: It seems to be a bit bloody, but fortunately, this is a classic episode that is not bad for eternity, and fortunately, there are many such episodes in my book, but fortunately, this is the meaning. Lewd, fortunately, there are still some entanglements in this poem.