Master, today's Datang Weekly has been bought."

As soon as Yu Shinan returned home from the yamen, a subordinate came in with a newspaper.

This is what he specially told when he went to the court this morning.

"Put it there!" Yu Shinan pretended not to care, and then picked up the teacup, which was given to him by the prince.

He used to be the prince's teacher, so the prince would send something over from time to time.

This time, the tea is quite to his taste.

After taking two sips of tea lightly, he saw the man close the door of the study and go out, and the old man came to the table at an unmatched pace, and then picked up the newspaper.

It turned out that he had also submitted two manuscripts, but both of them were under his own real name.

Later, this time he wrote a good poem, and he suddenly wanted to change the name to submit it.

They all say that old children, old children, are talking about him like this.

It's just that he forgot to ask someone to copy it, and his font was recognized by Li Chengqian at a glance.

When I opened the newspaper, I didn't need to read the first two pages, because those things had been discussed countless times in the DPRK and China.

Look directly at the third edition of the poetry edition.

"Stargazing in Xiahe Village last night"?

What the hell is this?

It's not your own poem?

But the day before yesterday, when I asked a student from a printing office, I clearly said that this issue was my own poem!

Wow, this is the old man who didn't use his real name, and someone found a relationship to top his poem?

Yu Shinan was a little angry, he had never fought for anything in his life, but he was quite strong in this poem.

He wants to see who it is, with such a child's play title, and he still has a sense of stargazing? Which family's childish child wrote it?

"Last night's stars, last night's wind, the west side of the painting building, the east of Guitang."

Hey, these two sentences are a bit interesting, Yu Shinan closed his eyes, and he could feel the night in the poem, the starlight twinkling, and the cool breeze. A night of intoxicating spring breeze, lingering with a quiet and romantic warm atmosphere.

I have to say, this person is a bit level, just two sentences, just two sentences, just write the environment so that the people watching it are so immersive.

But writing poetry isn't just about writing scenes, you have to see what happens later.

Yu Shinan admits that this beginning is good, but it may not be better than his own poem.

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So he opened his eyes and looked at the second sentence.

"There are no colorful phoenix wings, and the heart is clear!"

The hand that was still holding the teacup in one hand shook, and the tea soaked half of his clothes, but Yu Shinan didn't realize it.

"There are no wings of the colorful phoenix, and the heart is a little clear......

Yu Shinan unconsciously read it again, but he always felt that this poem contained endless charm.

Just reading it was not enough, and hurriedly walked to the desk, and even the ink didn't have time to grind, so he poured some water directly into the residual ink of yesterday, and then waved the book.

It took me seven or eight times to write these two lines of poetry on a whole sheet of paper in front of me before I threw away the pen.

In the study, he burst out laughing: "Good poetry! Good poetry! Peerless poetry! The old man is not unjustly lost!"

He didn't even need to look at the last two lines of the poem, and with these two lines, he dared to say that the poem could be passed down through the ages.

Let's go back and look at the title of the poem, stargazing in Xiahe Village......

Below this Shanghe Village is Xiahe Village, and the people who can go to Xiahe Village to watch the stars and write such poems are afraid that only that Yinshan Hou Tang Ping.

Yu Shinan was not the only one who saw this poem, Wang Qingluan was also holding a newspaper at this time.

"Miss, who did you say that Tang Gongzi was wearing a colorless phoenix with wings, and he had a little bit of a heart?"

Cui'er asked with a teasing smile.

"Who knows who he's talking about? He has so many confidants, the Turkic Great Khan Gu Xiaotang, and the first beauty in Chang'an, Yun Wuyue, anyone is possible!"

"Oh, miss, how did you learn to be jealous now!" Cui'er's nails poked on the two words Caifeng: "Caifeng, Caifeng, do you want Tang Gongzi to write Luanfeng directly!"

Wang Qingluan glanced at her, and then carefully put away the newspaper: "I'm too lazy to tell you!"

On this day, all the talented and beautiful women in Luoyang, Chang'an, all had the same sentence in their mouths: "There are no colorful phoenix wings, and there is a good understanding of the heart!"

Naturally, the Xiahe Village in the title of this poem has become the center of everyone's topic.

"Do you know where this river village is?" At a poetry meeting, a student asked.

Soon the spring season began, and the students who came to Chang'an did not know how many, except for the few poor jingling students who were taken in by Tangping Shanghe Village, there were also a considerable number of people from the family.

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One thing these students have in common is that they are rich.

Every day, nature calls friends, and a poetry club in the east will be a literary meeting on the right.

Many of them are students from other places, so naturally they don't know where this Xiahe Village is.

"We have a famous place in Chang'an called Shanghe Village, and I don't know if it has anything to do with that Xiahe Village!"

In fact, it is a local scholar in Chang'an, and there are many people who don't know where Xiahe Village is, which is not surprising, at least when Tang Ping was in modern times, he didn't know what village was under the city where he lived.

Not to mention in the Tang Dynasty, where information was more underdeveloped.

However, this group of people had a direction, and they heard that Shanghe Village was quite famous, so they drove towards Shanghe Village with their companions.

Sure enough, when I arrived at the intersection, I saw a big street sign with the direction of Xiahe Village.

"Since Shanghe Village is also famous, why don't we stop by and have fun in Shanghe Village?" A scholar pointed to the front and said, "Isn't this the way to Shanghe Village?"

"Don't!" Someone stopped him: "Brother Tai hasn't been back to Chang'an for a while, right? Although this Shanghe Village is known as a paradise outside Chang'an City, it is better to go less if there is nothing to do."

"Why is that?" The other students were curious, they were all from a family, and this Shanghe Village was not Huangzhuang, and they hadn't heard of ordinary villages where they couldn't go.

"Because Shanghe Village is the territory of Yinshan Hou Tangping!"

As soon as he said this, the few scholars who were looking at the direction of Shanghe Village curiously were all stunned.

Although most of them have never seen Tang Ping, they have eaten the wine and food of Xihelou, and Wangshulou has also taken their female companions to go shopping, and they have heard a lot about Tang Ping's deeds.

And as a son of a family, who hasn't been educated at home not to mess with Tang Ping?

The sister-in-law of the Li family in Longxi was all broken by Tang Pingsheng with seven bones, and in the end, Tang Ping had nothing to do, and Li Zhao, who was broken bones, was driven out of the Li family.

In the hearts of these families, Tang Ping is already the most unprovoked existence among young people, and he even surpassed the crown prince of the current dynasty and ranked first.

After all, if the prince wants to do something, he still has to go through the law, and Tang Ping is angry and wants to hurt people directly!

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