"There is no shortage of kings who love beauty but not the country. ”

Everyone else held their breath and paid attention to Fang Xuanqing, who was thinking about it. 6 Jiuyuan looked at Nalan's Mulan words, and felt some emotion in his heart.

The story about Emperor Yan and Concubine Liu has a long history. It can almost be said that because of Liu Guifei alone, the Northern Yan was destroyed and merged into the territory of the Tiance Divine Dynasty. In the end, in the chaos of the army, Emperor Yan was forced by the generals to have to kill Liu Guifei at the foot of Ma Weipo.

"It's time to write!"

"Look, the pen is brilliant, it must be a masterpiece. ”

"Silence, don't disturb the thoughts of the young man. ”

......

I saw that Fang Xuanqing's whole person was radiant, and the previous depression was swept away. He picked up his pen and wrist, and the wolf pen in his hand swished on the wall.

There was not a single ink on the wolf's pen, but every time the pen swept over the wall, a glimmer of divine light bloomed.

This is the Confucian heroic spirit with the poetic talent, although the pen power has not penetrated deep into the wall, but has left a mark.

Gathering Altar

The sunlight obliquely shines on the altar, and the mangrove flowers bloom at dawn.

Last night, the emperor gave a new award?, Taizhen smiled into the curtain.

Wow!

When the last word is completed, the brilliance on the wall bursts out. Fang Xuanqing's whole person was covered by a layer of hazy poetry, incomparably holy.

"Whew!" After contemplating for a long time, Fang Xuanqing let out a sigh of relief.

There was already a slight layer of sweat on his forehead, and it took a lot of effort to be able to inject this poem into the wall. But seeing that his poems were prominently on the wall, Fang Xuanqing was extremely satisfied, and a smug smile appeared on his cold face.

"Good poetry!"

"Wonderful, really wonderful. ”

"Originally, I was still thinking about how this academy disciple should write with the word Mulan in front of me. But he never thought that he would cut in from another angle. ”

The poems that can be left on the bronze bird wall will naturally not be bad. And most of the Confucian scholars present were extraordinary.

The crowd sighed with emotion, and many people's eyes lit up, and they kept reciting this poem silently.

"But this poem doesn't seem to have the ......grievances of Mulan," said a young boy in a crisp voice.

Many people standing next to him first frowned slightly, and they wanted to scold him for not understanding poetry. When he saw him dressed in brocade clothes and several tall guards standing behind him, he could only say a few words in his heart: What do children know?

They may not be able to write any masterpieces, but that doesn't mean they can't read good or bad poetry. Fang Xuanqing's "Gathering Spiritual Platform" can be said to be a different way to satirize through Emperor Yan and Concubine Liu.

"Fourteenth master, Fang Xuanqing's poem is still good. ”

Brother Jinyi is only in his early teens, and he said leisurely in a luxurious manner: "What's good, tell me about it?"

An old Confucian who followed your son patiently analyzed: "It is said that the light of the rising sun obliquely shines on the Lingling Platform, which is where the gods are worshipped in Qingjing, and Fang Xuanqing pointed out that Emperor Yan should not teach the secret text ceremony here. The second sentence says that the delicate flowers bloom in bud with the morning dew, describing the beautiful scenery around the Huaqing Palace in Beiyan, and it is also a metaphor for the favor of Liu Guifei. The last two sentences said, last night Emperor Yan gave a new teaching?, there was another new Taoist disciple on the spiritual platform, and I saw the smiling Taizhen walking into the curtain in all directions. It is pointed out here that the concubine entered "with a smile" at this time, volunteered to be a female Taoist priest, cooperated with Emperor Yan tacitly, and used a false image to cover people's ears and eyes, which shows her light and coquettish ......"

Not to mention that this brocade-clothed boy nodded again and again, but many Confucian scholars pricked up their ears to listen to the comments. Every time the old man said a word, someone looked up at him, wondering who could comprehend the essence so quickly.

Emperor Yan took away his younger brother's concubine Liu, which was an ugly thing that could not be covered. But he veiled himself and summoned him into the forbidden middle school as a female official, the name was too true, and later he was greatly favored, and then canonized as a concubine.

In the end, the Northern Yan was destroyed, and the Yan Emperor was nowhere to be found. Many years later, a big secret came out that Liu Guifei was walking in the world of a certain holy land, and she entered the Beiyan Palace just to cultivate the Dao Heart in Hongchen. And her real Tao name is indeed 'Taizhen'.

As for the truth of this secret, I don't care for the time being. But Fang Xuanqing used this to break the problem, and cut into the ridicule, which is indeed to write a first-class masterpiece.

Fang Xuanqing looked at the contemplative 6 Jiuyuan, and said proudly: "6 Jiuyuan, if you don't think about it, you can think about it again, I'll wait for you!"

"Yes, the disciples of the academy will compose poems first, giving you time to think. Don't waste everyone's time. Shen Congzhi, who was hiding in the crowd, howled.

"Martial artists want to compare their literary style with scholars, isn't this making people laugh off their big teeth!"

"Don't say it's him, I've thought about it for so long and I can't think of any poems that I can use. What's more, it is difficult to suppress this spiritual platform!"

"If he hadn't been so presumptuous at the beginning, the academy disciples wouldn't have embarrassed him, right!?"

In the face of a lot of provocative words in the crowd, 6 Jiuyuan's expression was still indifferent. Fang Xuanqing's poem seems to be praised, wants to suppress and regurgitate, and carries out a very profound satire in extremely flattering language, and his artistic skills are indeed quite high.

But so what?

The poems in your mind, just concoct a few of them, I'm afraid that the leaders of the three major academies will vomit blood!

Looking at Fang Xuanqing's smug and provocative gaze, 6 Jiuyuan walked to the Tongque Wall in a few steps and said, "Bring a pen!"

"Poof~"

Hearing this, there was a commotion in the crowd. Immediately after, many people were already laughing.

"He still thinks that the stone wall on the bronze bird wall can write with great strength?"

"Others write, he writes. I really don't know how many pounds and taels I have......"

"He shouldn't know the reason for the bronze bird wall! Otherwise, he wouldn't be so ashamed. ”

......

6 Jiuyuan opened his mouth to ask for a pen, and it was clear that he wanted to learn from Fang Xuanqing to leave poems on the bronze bird wall. But is this possible?

A martial artist, want to leave a poem on the bronze finch wall?

"6 Jiuyuan, the Bronze Bird Wall does not rely on the true yuan to be strong, and the martial arts realm can leave traces. The corners of Fang Xuanqing's mouth raised slightly, and he said to Wu Jiangbin who was not far away: "Senior Brother Wu, don't you go get a pen and paper for your good friend." ”

When Wu Jiangbin came back again, Fang Xuanqing's face turned cold: "Senior Brother Wu, it seems that you really take Senior Brother's words as a deaf ear!"

Wu Jiangbin stepped forward and handed a wolf pen into the hands of 6 Jiuyuan, and turned around and said: "He is so arrogant, aren't you more majestic if you don't see half a word on the bronze bird wall?"

Wu Jiangbin, who originally had some good feelings for Fang Xuanqing, has now completely broken down. No matter what, this senior brother Fang, who was supposed to be gentle and elegant, has been greatly discounted in his heart. Except for 6 Jiuyuan is his own confidant, the other party's expression from the beginning has already made Wu Jiangbin dissatisfied.

6 Jiuyuan, who was holding the pen, smiled at Wu Jiangbin, and then asked, "Senior Brother Fang, what do you say after the victory or defeat is divided?"

Looking at the shallow smile on the corner of 6 Jiuyuan's mouth, Fang Xuanqing said with disgust in his heart, but he said very indifferently: "It's okay to apologize, how about it?"

"Okay!"

Looking back, 6 Jiuyuan raised his pen and stared at the bronze bird wall, feeling a soft Haoran qi flowing on it. At a glance, all the places where poems are written, all the places where the poems are written, although the light and shade are different, they all have their own brilliance.

In the poems, there is not only pen power and talent, but also the feelings and meanings contained in the poems.

"Why don't you keep writing, it's hard for us to wait like this. ”

"Yes, don't be ashamed and waste your time. ”

There was a commotion in his ears, and Shentu Xia Junden shouted angrily: "What are you arguing about, Ah Jiu really wrote and can't scare you to death." ”

Just when the Confucian students were about to ask, Fang Xuanqing, who was smiling lightly, said softly: "Give him a little time, after all, it is not so easy to write poems." Moreover, he was going to write on the bronze finch wall, which was extremely draining. ”

"6 Jiuyuan, you write it! Only if you write it, it will be even more embarrassing!" Fang Xuanqing sneered in his heart.

In his opinion, this 6 Jiuyuan should really be a fool. actually dared to give himself a chance to choose a proposition, and the gathering platform he originally prepared was to be thrown out at the next poetry meeting. I didn't expect it to be used here today.

In that case, then something must be gained. So 6 Jiuyuan, you, don't admit defeat. Otherwise, the meaning of my poem will be greatly diminished.

The onlookers only regarded Fang Xuanqing as a speaker for 6 Jiuyuan, and many people admired it very much.

"He is worthy of being a disciple of the academy, and his bearing is leisurely!"

"Needless to say, these martial artists of the Martial Academy can't be compared to the disciples of the Academy at all. The person who said this glanced at Shentu Xia Jun fiercely.

"This man, I hate it. At the edge of the crowd, the brocade boy pouted and said, "His hypocrisy is a bit too much, and I don't like the previous theory." ”

The old man beside him said in a low voice: "Fang Xuanqing is the person of the Eighth Prince!"

The little fourteenth master was noncommittal, and stared at the figure of 6 Jiuyuan with great interest: "It's still interesting for this person, but it's a pity that I wasn't in Kyoto some time ago." But I heard that he is majestic, and even the thirteenth brother likes him very much!"

"It turned out that he was very majestic when he scolded people outside, especially when he was so shocked that Fang Xuanqing didn't dare to make a move, and his speech was so powerful. It's a pity that the later choice is stupid enough, and the scholar's literary brilliance...... Did he think he was the thirteenth brother!"

When it came to the thirteenth brother, the little fourteenth master's eyes lit up. Needless to say, the elder brother he admired the most since he was a child is estimated to be the Thirteenth Prince.

Just as Lao Ru was about to echo a few words, a trace of surprise suddenly flashed in his eyes. In surprise, there was a little envy.

"Fourteenth Master, I'm afraid that he is really Yunwen Yunwu......"

At this moment, the expressions in the bronze bird platform were different, but they all opened their mouths slightly. Some of them were incredulous, others were a little frightened......

In front of the bronze bird wall, the 6 Jiuyuan wolf waved at all, and the place where the pen blade passed was bursts of colorful circulation, which was better than Fang Xuanqing.

Fang Xuanqing, who was originally sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai platform, clasped his hands and muttered in a lost voice: "How is this possible!"

PS: Someone should have guessed what poem the protagonist was going to write, right?

By the way, does anyone play LoL? Is there a master?,I've been pitted to cry lately!Ask the master to take me to pretend to be B and take me to fly...... When I opened a new book and was busy with code words, I didn't have time to climb gold. It's also that I didn't calculate the time, and I fell to Silver Two and then I couldn't climb back...... Woo, hide your face and lose your voice.

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