This song "Wuling Chun" blew through the entire Kaifeng City like a hurricane, and everyone who heard it applauded.

Since ancient times, it has been a rare story that poetry can be compared with a famous poem through the ages, and Li Qingzhao and Fan Zheng's poems of joy and sorrow are enough to go down in the history of the literary world.

However, they all underestimated Li Qingzhao, the first talented woman of the Great Song Dynasty, and in just one night, Li Qingzhao actually wrote another poem, which is also a famous story through the ages.

Wrong!

This poem was written at night, doesn't this mean that Li Qingzhao had already written it yesterday, and three famous poems through the ages have been passed down in one day, what a prosperous literary world this will be, and the Kaifeng literary world is almost boiling!

Countless literati formed teams to go outside Li's mansion to witness this grand event in the literary world.

"The wind dwells in the dust and the fragrant flowers have exhausted...... this sentence alone is enough to show that Li Qingzhao's skill in choosing words and forming sentences has reached the limit." Dr. Taixue Zhang Yong was so excited that he pulled off one of his beards without noticing.

Compared with Li Qingzhao, who is so talented, he said that the students he taught are simply a bunch of fools, and there are even scum like Zhao Mingcheng among them.

"Things are people, not everything, just like Fan Zheng's life, if it only echoes at first sight, it is simply a stroke of genius." The tall and thin student exclaimed.

"Sungai is definitely the place where the upper streams of the Bianhe River meet."

Since Li Qingzhao wrote the second poem "Like a Dream Order", countless people flocked to the Bianhe Xiting in the west of the city yesterday, vying to visit the place where Fan and Li had their first boating tryst.

A group of young men and women rowed the river to enjoy the autumn scenery of the upper reaches of the Bianhe River, reciting the two famous poems of "Dream Order" and "Magnolia Flower Order", regretting the love of Fan and Li, and directly creating another holy place for Kaifeng to travel, and the fame is close to Bianqiao Bianyuan Royal Street.

Now adding another song "Wuling Chun", I am afraid that the fame of the upper reaches of the Bianhe River will reach a higher level.

"In my opinion, the last sentence is only afraid of the Shuangxi boat, and it will not carry a lot of sorrows. It's the finishing touch. The tall and thin student sighed.

Everyone nodded one after another, once upon a time, a small boat carrying Fan and Li to swim in the Bianhe River, rushed into the depths of the lotus flower, and startled a group of gulls and herons, but now things are not human, such a boat can carry the two, but it can't carry the infinite sorrow in Li Qingzhao's heart.

"Father Li, you have eyes but no beads!"

Everyone sighed again, but this time no one refuted, Li Qingzhao made three famous poems in a row, among the talents in the world, only Fan Zheng, who made three and a half famous articles, was able to compare with Li Qingzhao, and Li's father beat the mandarin ducks.

"Father Li, ungrateful too!"

Some people also said more sharply, although Li Qingzhao's three famous poems through the ages came from Li Qingzhao's own talent, but Fan Zheng's three evil recipes have played a lot of credit. Li Ke not only did not remember the kindness, but instead blamed Fan Zheng, you must know that they couldn't write a famous poem for the ages in their lives, and under Fan Zheng's three evil prescriptions, Li Qingzhao actually wrote three famous poems for the ages in a row, what a good thing.

In the Li Mansion, the Li family had already paid attention to the increasingly unbearable public opinion outside, but they were helpless.

Su Dun's selection was extremely tricky, but after Li Kefei went to the morning court, before dawn, he took advantage of the darkness to rewrite on the white wall, and the Li family went to paint it, but was obstructed by a group of students.

"Ma'am, how can this be!"

The subordinates did not dare to make decisions on their own, and went to report to the Wang family.

Wang had long been angry at Li Kefei's stubbornness, and immediately shook his sleeves and said: "Why do you want to erase the famous articles written by my daughter, if the master wants to paint it, let him come back and paint it himself." ”

In this way, this poem has been hanging outside the Li Mansion for a whole day, and at dusk, Li Kefei came back and saw that the door was still full of people, and when he saw the strange eyes of everyone, a bad feeling suddenly came to his heart.

The crowd of onlookers automatically gave way to a passage, Li Kefei stepped forward, and sure enough, he saw the poems rewritten on the wall, but when he saw the third song "Wuling Chun", he didn't know whether to be happy or sad.

I am happy that my most precious daughter has written a famous poem through the ages, and there are three famous poems in the cardamom years, which can be said to be the achievements of no one before or after, and she is a well-deserved first talented woman in the Great Song Dynasty.

Sadly, her daughter is now also standing on the opposite side of herself, but she kept the famous story that she had written yesterday secret, and directly let people write it after Fan Zheng's poems, and there was no father in his eyes at all.

Li Kefei couldn't help but ask himself if he had done something wrong, but as soon as this idea was born, he had already been snuffed out by his own self-esteem, and he roared angrily at the moment: "Come on, don't erase these vulgar words!" ”

The subordinates of the Li Mansion hurriedly stepped forward and smeared it off again with white ash.

"Hey!"

Zhang Yong sighed, standing in his position, he naturally didn't want such a famous story to be trampled so badly, but as a great Confucian, he understood Li Kefei's thoughts, if he was in Li Kefei's position, I am afraid he would do the same thing.

This time, the crowd did not stop again, because they knew that in one night, the three poems would still appear in their original places.

Sure enough, on the second day, when Li Kefei went to court, these three poems once again magically appeared on the outer wall of Li's mansion.

"I really didn't do it this time!" Su Dun looked at all this in front of him with pen and ink, and couldn't help but say with a strange face.

Yang Jie frowned and said, "It seems that someone is deliberately waiting for Brother Fan to appear!" ”

At the beginning, Li Qingzhao wrote "Like a Dream Order. Chang Ji Xiting Sunset", and Fan Zhenghe poem, and now Li Qingzhao has written another poem "Wuling Chun", I am afraid that many people are waiting for Fan Zheng to make poems again.

"How can a famous story through the ages come with an open mouth!" Yang Jie not only shook his head and sighed, it is already extremely rare to be able to have a poem, and it is an unprecedented thing to be able to write a poem and a poem.

Su Dun said with a strange face: "It may be impossible for others, but for Brother Fan, it is not necessarily. ”

Yang Jie was stunned for a moment, and suddenly thought of Fan Zheng's unbridled appearance in Sufu, he gave up literature and practiced medicine not because he couldn't learn literature, but because he would rather give up the talent in his heart.

"Fan Zheng is here!"

Suddenly, there was an exclamation at the end of the street, and everyone looked over, only to see Fan Zheng's figure appear on the road in front of the Li Mansion.

Everyone stared at the hero of this turmoil with complicated faces, the evil doctor Fan Zheng, a doctor who made the men in the Kaifeng literary world unable to raise their heads.

"Brother Fan!"

Su Dun and Yang Jie hurriedly stepped forward.

Fan Zheng nodded at the two, reached out and took the pen and ink from their hands, and went straight to the wall of the Li Mansion.

"Wuling Chun" Fan Zheng looked at Li Qingzhao's poems, and couldn't help flashing a trace of distress, he and Li Qingzhao fell in love, and they should have let her enjoy the beauty of love carefree, but let her bear how much sorrow she shouldn't have at this age.

This time, he wanted Li Qingzhao to know that she was not alone in this endless sorrow, and there was another person like her, who was also bearing endless sorrow.

At the moment, Fan Zheng wrote on the wall:

"The boy doesn't know what it's like to be sad and falls in love with the floor. Fall in love with the floor, and worry about the new words. ”