After listening to Wang Bo's poems, Li Shimin also nodded happily.

"The poems are fresh and natural, they are different Tang Dynasty landscapes, and I like them very much, and I can reward 5,000 gold."

After commenting on Wang Bo's poems, Li Shimin looked at Ying Changge.

"Long Song, can you create your poems?"

Ying Changge's eyes contained a smile, and he calmly walked to the middle of the Lama Temple.

"After listening to the poems of the four, the long song is really ashamed, but I have promised you, so I have to offer a clumsy poem."

Ying Changge's gaze gently swept over Wang Bo, Yang Jiong, Lu Zhaolin, and Luo Bin Wang, and smiled.

For these four people, he was deeply admired.

Because the four of them are indeed Tianzong talents in the early Tang Dynasty, being able to leave famous works in history has verified their talents, even in this comprehensive martial arts world, their talents and fame cannot be covered up by martial arts.

In contrast, there are very few psalms that can truly surpass the popularity of the four talents in later generations.

After that, Ying Changge took out a rolled white paper in his cuff.

"This is a poem written by the young man of Changge? Why not read it aloud? ”

"The poetry of the Tang Dynasty meteorology should be sung by the Tang people!" Ying Changge said loudly.

Wang Bo, Luo Bin Wang and others looked at the poems written on white paper in the singer Yingchang, some looked arrogant and disdainful, and some were full of curiosity and found it interesting.

"Show me!"

Li Shimin asked the eunuch to bring Ying Changge's poems.

He was very curious in his heart, how to learn Ying Changge's talent.

Dare to speak out and provoke Wang Yang and Lu Luo, the four Tang Dynasty heroes, are they arrogant, or are they really talented?

When I got the poems of Ying Changge.

Slowly open the blank paper and look at the poems on it.

Li Shimin's eyes widened, his hand pinching his long beard stopped, and the whole person was attracted by this poem.

Savoring the poem Ying Changge, he felt that the hairs on his body stood up, as if he had tasted a glass of mellow and sweet wine.

Especially chewing on the verses in it, he felt that his own spirit was infected by the artistic conception in the poems, and the spirit traveled through time, as if he could look at the entire Tang Dynasty through a thousand years of time.

What is the weather in Datang?

Is it prosperous?

Is it a chivalrous man who kills one person in ten steps?

Is it the long river of the desert outside the Seychelles, and the soldiers on the battlefield?

These are indeed the meteorology of Datang, but they are too thin, and the meteorology that can represent Datang is the moon in the sky.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty."

Looking at Li Shimin's distraction, the Tang Dynasty civil and military ministers were stunned, is this poem so good?

It can make Emperor Li Shimin stunned, and his spirit is attracted by poetry.

"Your Majesty, how is this poem?"

After Li Shimin was woken up by the voice of the ministers, he said sincerely: "Cover the Tang Dynasty, there is no equal!" ”

Wow!

In an instant, the Tang Dynasty civil and military ministers in the Lama Palace were in an uproar, like boiling water exploding a pot.

They could hardly believe that Ying Changge's poems could be so highly praised.

Li Shimin is not a reckless emperor who does not understand literature, he has a very high attainment and appreciation of poetry and literature.

In the eyes of outsiders, Li Shimin has always been able to fight well, but in fact, he is well-read and has written some famous sentences.

But now Li Shimin actually gave such a high evaluation?

Wang Bo, Luo Bin Wang, Lu Zhaolin, and Yang Jiong were so moved and shocked that they could hardly believe it.

They are extremely confident in their talents.

But now, Li Shimin personally spoke, saying that Ying Changge's style overwhelmed the four of them!

Li Lizhen couldn't believe her ears either, suspecting that she had heard it wrong.

If it weren't for the image of her princess, she would have rushed up to snatch Ying Changge's poems for the first time, and came to see it.

Li Shimin looked at Ying Changge, his eyes were full of relief and amazement: "Changge, you really surprised me!" ”

Ying Changge's previous actions in Daqin, he had also heard about it a long time ago.

But he didn't expect that there would be young people who could have such talent when they were knowledgeable, creative, and capable of being superior to their peers.

At the beginning, he felt that Ying Changge, as the first on the gold list, might just be because of his strong strength and high talent.

But now it seems that Ying Changge does have this ability!

Ying Changge, the top existence of the young generation in Kyushu!

"You should all be curious, what is the specific text of the long song."

"It's better to let Shang Xiufang, the first talented woman in the Tang Dynasty, recite this poem to you!"

Li Shimin asked people to hand over the poem to Shang Xiufang, and after reading this poem, Shang Xiufang's shocked expression was not much different from Li Shimin's.

After a long time, Shang Xiufang's spirit came back from the shock, and she gazed at Ying Changge with tenderness.

"Being able to recite such beautiful poems, Xiufang has no regrets in this life!"

After the words fell, Shang Xiufanglian walked lightly to the city wall of Lama Palace, and recited the poem in a tactful voice.

"The tide of the spring river is even with the sea, and the bright moon on the sea is born together. Thousands of miles with the waves, where there is no moon in the spring river! ”

In just the first four sentences, a picture of the most beautiful scenery seems to appear in the hearts of the ministers of the Tang Dynasty.

They looked from the Tang Palace, looking down at the river under the Yuema Bridge in Chang'an City, the river tide was vast, as if connected with the sea, at this time a bright moon surged with the tide, the moonlight shone thousands of miles away, there is no spring river is not in the bright moon.

Yes, in the spring season, the moonlight is sprinkled on the surface of the river, sparkling, and the light rises and falls with the waves and spreads into the distance.

The moonlight is so gentle, which piece of spring river can't see the moonlight?

"Jiangtian is colorless and dustless, and the lonely moon wheel in the bright sky."

"Who first saw the moon on the riverside? When did Jiang Yue shine at the beginning of the year? ”

"Life has been infinite from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue looks similar every year."

“……”

The moonlight is hazy, the river and the sky are the same color, and it is not stained with dust. Wan Lai is silent, only accompanied by a bright moon, but who first saw the bright moon on the riverside?

In what year did the bright moon on the river begin to shine on the pedestrians on the shore?

How many dynasties have changed throughout the ages? How many new people have been replaced? Life is different from generation to generation, only Jiang Yue is similar every year.

At this time, when these poems were recited, Wang Bo, Luo Bin Wang, Lu Zhaolin, and Yang Jiong were moved.

If you talk about the previous poems, you can think of them and make them with their literary style.

But these poems, they can't imagine at all, or they haven't imagined them at all.

This is a question that transcends time and space, as if jumping out of the long river of time, looking at the bright moon alone, thinking about the meaning of life, the philosophy of life, and even the vast universe and the history of mankind.

It's like Qu Yuan's heavenly question, questioning the universe, space, and nature.

In the beginning of antiquity, who preached it? The top and bottom are not formed, why should they be tested? Who can be the best?

This kind of artistic conception is so high and the pattern is so big that it far surpasses them.

This is the scene of Datang!

Under the prosperity, there are countless ordinary people's lives, wanderers, sad women, soldiers in the border area, and the husbands of women in the Tang Dynasty.

……

After the whole poem was recited, the Tang Dynasty civil and military ministers were silent, and the atmosphere in the Yonghe Palace was quiet.