"Yes!" Zhuang Mohan groaned, and a trace of helplessness flashed on his face.

"Dare to ask Mr. Zhuang, do you have many unknown poems from your teacher?!"

Zhuang Mohan smiled bitterly and said, "Shi Hai hooks Shen, just a few poems in the collection, and other than that, there is no more!" ”

Ye Xuan chuckled, ignoring the strange gazes of the people around him, and said lightly: "Sir, do you know what is the fundamental position of my generation of literati?!" ”

Zhuang Mohan's face remained unchanged, and over the years, many people had asked him questions, but most of them were literary questions. In addition, he felt guilty about Ye Xuan, and suddenly became interested, and said, "I want to hear about it!" ”

Ye Xuan smiled slightly, bowed deeply to Zhuang Mohan, and then raised his head to look at the officials present, and said with a straight face: "Establish a heart for heaven and earth, establish a life for the people, continue to learn for the saints, and open peace for all generations!" This is the foundation of our life! ”

When Ye Xuan finished saying this Song Dynasty Zhang Zai's four wise sayings, the entire palace immediately fell into a deathly silence, and everyone recalled this ancient saying, and everyone looked at him incredulously.

Establish a heart for heaven and earth, establish a life for the people, continue to learn for the saints, and open peace for all generations!

This sentence sounded like Hong Zhong Dalu in the depths of their hearts, and everyone couldn't help but feel a tingling feeling in their hair, and the whole person was as excited as if they had been beaten with chicken blood!

In a trance, they seemed to believe that Zhuang Mohan, who was feared by the world like a god, really framed the young man in front of them who was like an immortal.

Seeing everyone's reaction, Ye Xuan laughed, took another sip of wine, and said, "I said you write!" Say it one sentence at a time, if it's slow, I won't read it a second time. ”

Speaking of this, Bachelor Zhang and Zeng Wenruo became excited, as if they were going to witness a great moment.

Ye Xuan stepped forward, threw the wine jug in his hand, and said loudly: "When is the spring flower and autumn moon, how much do you know about the past." Xiaolou had another east wind last night, so the country can't afford to look back at the moonlight..."

"The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is deep in spring and grass... Singing during the day must be indulged in wine.... The boy doesn't know the taste of sorrow.... Fall in love with the floor. ”

"A cloud of smoke and rain Ren Pingsheng.... Iron Horse Glacier into a dream... Scattered into mud and dust... Raise a glass to invite Mingyue, and the shadow becomes a trio...."

"Once the sea was difficult to water, except that Wushan is not a cloud... In heaven I wish to be a winged bird, in the earth I wish to be a branch..."

"I tried the curtain people, but the begonias are still the same. Do you know, do you know if it should be green, fat, red and thin.... I don't regret the gradual widening of the belt...."

Ye Xuan blurted out that a paragraph was written by Li Yu, and after a while, there were more than a dozen songs. His voice was not loud, but it was unusually loud at this moment, and the people who were originally watching the excitement also calmed down and immersed themselves in the sea of these ancient sayings.

They have never heard of any of these poems, but if they are carefully tasted, they are all peerless sentences worthy of being passed down through the ages. The words are so wonderful and the poems are so beautiful that even the most critical people can find fault with every word.

The first song is wonderful, and the sentences are beautiful!

The people in the entire hall sat in place, for fear that if they didn't pay attention, they would affect Ye Xuan, who was reciting poetry.

Zhuang Mohan was also stunned at the moment, there are many wizards in the world, but he has lived most of his life, and he has never seen such a demonic person. Even if an ordinary person makes one of these poems, it is enough to be famous through the ages and in the annals of history.

How did he get to Ye Xuan, just like the cabbage in the vegetable market, he suddenly felt a little worthless!

Could it be that this Ye Xuan is really an immortal, oh no, the poet immortal can't go down to earth?!

The eldest princess looked at Ye Xuan, who was chanting poetry, her face was pale, she didn't expect her own plan, but instead made a wedding dress for Ye Xuan.

Of course, Ye Xuan didn't pay attention to these scenes, he drank too much wine just now, did he clear it with his true qi, his brain was buzzing, and he had no time to care about everything that happened in the field.

Now he has only one thought in his whole body, and that is to memorize poems!

"But the king of the world, won the name before and after his death. Wretched... I send my heart and the bright moon, and follow the wind until the night is long..."

It seems that at this moment, Ye Xuan carried Li Taibai and Xin Qiji.

I don't know 300 Tang poems, even if I cross it, it's in vain!

Let's ask the people of the world, who can resist this eternal romance with their own strength!?

I don't know how long it took, Ye Xuan finally stopped this eternal poetry broadcast, but the people in the main hall of the Qingguo Palace couldn't get rid of this emotion for a while, and almost everyone looked at Ye Xuan with a kind of godlike eyes.

"Over a hundred!"

Suddenly, a muffled voice sounded in their heads.

"Little friend, it's already three hundred!" Zeng Wenruo immediately replied when he saw this.

Ye Xuan waved his hand, straightened his clothes, and said with a smile: "Then let's do it first!" ”

After that, he shook his drunken body and walked towards Zhuang Mohan, and said slowly: "Mr. Zhuang, I don't know if this young man's poem can still be recited by your old law?!" ”

Zhuang Mohan looked at Ye Xuan, silent, the shock in his eyes was indescribable, he looked at Ye Xuan like a monster, and then there was a touch of freedom.

All this came too fast, not to mention Zhuang Mohan, but everyone present didn't expect it.

Ye Xuan laughed a few times, took the wine pot on Zhuang Mohan's table directly, drank a few sips, walked in front of the eldest princess, sat down directly, and muttered: "Dapeng rises with the wind one day and soars up to 90,000 miles." ”

Finally finished reading the last line of the poem, and Ye Xuan also fainted directly drunk.

This last line of the poem is from Li Bai's poem, Li Bai compares himself with Dapeng, describing the mighty scene of the legendary mythical bird Dapeng taking off, and it also shows his ambition to be full of pride and go straight to the clouds.

But it is also a satire of Li Yong, and it is also a tribute to Li Yong's contemptuous attitude.

Although it is not appropriate to use it here, it is still appropriate.

The eldest princess's face became a little ugly, and the killing intent in her beautiful eyes flashed, she had been familiar with this way of poetry since she was a child, and naturally understood the meaning of it.

Everyone present also woke up at this moment and praised Ye Xuan's poetry.

Even Guo Baokun, who didn't deal with Ye Xuan and Fan Xian, was fascinated by what he heard, and muttered: "Good poetry, good poetry!" ”

Zhuang Mohan looked at the drunk young man in front of him, with a hint of gloom in his eyes, and after half a sound, he said in an almost hoarse voice: "Heaven does not give birth to Ye Xuan, eternity is like a long night!" Today's things are very good, very good! ”

After finishing speaking, Zhuang Mohan didn't know why, suddenly his chest tightened, and with a crisp sound, Zhuang Mohan's trembling hand finally couldn't hold the wine glass anymore, and then spit blood.

Everyone was shocked and shouted in unison: "Mr. Zhuang! ”

The scene fell into chaos, the corners of Fan Xian's mouth, who was sitting on the side, rose slightly, pointed to Zhuang Mohan not far away, and said softly: "This time, Lao Ye is playing big hair, the name of the poet immortal, interesting!" ”

Tonight is destined to be an unusual night!

In the early morning of the second day, a huge storm broke out throughout Kyoto.

Ye Xuan's "poetic performance" in the palace has already spread all over Kyoto, early in the morning, there are many scholars who come to visit, they are blocked at the gate of Ye Mansion, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a city.

Some of them asked for advice, and some came to the closer, hoping that Ye Xuan would help him in the future. Some want Ye Xuan to comment on themselves and become famous. What's more, he directly said that he wanted to worship under Ye Xuan's door, otherwise he would kneel on the ground.

But no matter who it was, they were coldly blocked out by Steward Fang and Ye Ling'er, saying that Ye Xuan was overdrained last night and needed to recuperate, so that everyone could be blocked back.

Even this could not be enthusiastic, and since early this morning, an anonymous poem has been circulating throughout the castle of Kyoto.

Ye Xuandou wine poems hundreds, Kyoto City restaurant sleep,

The Son of Heaven couldn't get on the boat, and claimed that his ministers were immortals in wine.

At this glance, you can see that this is Fan Xian's handwriting, it is really well-intentioned!

And in a room in the Ye Mansion.

Ye Xuan slowly opened his eyes, feeling that his head was still a little painful, thinking about everything that happened last night.

He vowed never to drink so much again.

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