Datang: Acting as a celestial mystery at the beginning

Li Yian asked him back.

"You must want me to die."

Fang Cheng quickly understood that this was an insult to two of the Five Surnames and Seven Hopes, how could they let go of the book sellers and writers behind their backs.

With their dominance, there is absolutely no such possibility. Once they are found out, they will definitely be killed.

Maybe they didn't dare to touch Li Yi'an. Fang Cheng knew that it would be absolutely fine to touch him. Fortunately, he was looking for someone to sell books, hiding behind the scenes, and never exposed Li Yi'an.

"In the past few days, you hide in the weaving workshop, don't come out casually, wait for me to settle the next thing." Li Yi'an warned.

"Sir, I know what to do."

After Fang Cheng reported all the work, he left here and made preparations not to leave the cloth workshop within half a month.

He also knew that the next thing Mister would do would be cloth, to break the monopoly of the aristocratic family and seize the market with a large amount of cloth with good quality, low cost and high price.

Not long after Fang Cheng left, there was another knock on the gate of the yard.

"Who is it!"

Li Yi'an opened the door and went out to have a look, and found two familiar faces. After thinking about it for a while, it wasn't the same two people brought back by Fang Cheng.

"Sir, we take the liberty of visiting again."

Gao Zhizhou said sincerely: "I'm Gao Zhizhou, I just want to know whether Brother Fang's calligraphy, paintings and poems were written by Mr."

"I'm in Li Yi's mansion, sir, please enlighten me."

Li Yifu also reported his family name.

Li Yi'an wanted to chase him away directly, but when he heard the latter's name, it seemed familiar.

Gao Zhizhou was also one of the prime ministers during the Zhenguan period, but Li Yi'an had never heard of his name, and his reputation in history was not very high.

Li Yi'an is no stranger to Li Yifu, who has a knife in his smile.

During the period of Emperor Gaozong, in order to cater to Li Zhi, Li Yifu proposed to abolish the king and establish the military. After Wu Zetian came to power, he was powerful and powerful. He was not a simple person.

"You said your name was Li Yifu?"

Li Yi'an did not expect to meet another famous historical figure today.

But that's all, Li Shimin sometimes has to come to him to beg him, a mere Li Yifu is not worth mentioning.

"Sir, do you know me?"

Li Yifu said pleasantly: "Please tell me, sir, how to make those calligraphy, paintings and poems?"

"I don't know, and I didn't write it, you guys go!"

Li Yi'an immediately closed the door.

Just as they were about to follow in, they were almost hit on the nose by the door, but they didn't dare to push the door forcefully.

"This gentleman, why are you so rude!"

Li Yifu said angrily.

"I think Brother Fang is very polite to him. That extraordinary master must be him. He is young and can write poems like killing a person in ten steps. The painting style is original. Even the characters in printed books are very unique. It's normal to be appreciative and a little arrogant."

Gao Zhizhou was not discouraged because of this, and said again: "We will definitely get his approval next time when we come back. It would be even better if we can learn from him."

However, when they turned their heads, they saw a little girl standing in front of them with a stack of papers in their hands.

"who are you?"

Wan Shun asked suspiciously.

"Little sister, do you know Mr.?"

Li Yifu asked with a smile, wanting to give her a gentle smile.

It's just that his smile scares Wanshun, making him look more like a bad guy.

The little girl hurried to the door, opened the door and went in, and said: "I am not your little sister, you are bad people, I want to tell my brother-in-law."

boom!

The door was closed again.

Li Yifu and Li Yifu wanted to follow up again, but they were caught off guard and almost bumped into their noses again.

Wanshun closed the door in such a hurry that she couldn't hold the papers in her little hands, and they all fell to the ground.

"Brother Yifu, what do you think this is?"

Gao Zhizhou picked up the papers, opened them, and found that they were all poems.

There are two parts to these poems, one part is written in dragon-flying and phoenix-flying fonts, with silver hooks painted on iron, which are definitely good characters, and the other part is crooked, as if written by a young child who has just learned to write.

"There are no people in the empty mountain, but people's voices can be heard. Return to the deep forest and shine on the moss."

Gao Zhizhou praised: "This poem is silent but picturesque, and the deep scene is vivid on the paper. It is definitely a good poem."

Li Yifu took another piece of paper and looked at it for a while, his hands trembling uncontrollably, and his voice also trembling: "Brother Zhi Zhou, good poetry, this is really good poetry!"

He read it excitedly: "The spring river tide is connected to the sea level, and the bright moon on the sea coexists with the tide. The twinkling waves follow the waves for thousands of miles, where is the spring river without moonlight..."

Just after reading a poem, they felt that the air was quiet at this moment, as if they saw a hazy picture of a moonlit night on the spring river, presented in front of their eyes.

In the poem, there are not only the moonlight on the spring river, but also wandering sons and wives, parting feelings, and even philosophical life emotions. The artistic conception is clear, the imagination is strange, and the beauty is suffocating.

This is dozens of times better than the Spring River Flower Moon written by Yang Guang in the previous dynasty, so good that they have no way to comment at all.

The solitary article overwhelms the entire Tang Dynasty, the poem within the poem, the peak of the peak, of course it is extraordinary.

"This...Brother Zhizhou, that gentleman also wrote this poem?"

Li Yifu came out of the shock first, his hands were still shaking, and even his whole body was shaking.

"Could it be that Brother Yifu thinks that a little girl can write such a poem?"

As soon as Gao Zhizhou raised this question, Li Yifu immediately shook his head, that's impossible.

But if it is written by Mr., it is unbelievable that he is so talented and insightful at such a young age!

"We've never heard of such a good poem before today. If it was written by someone else, it must be publicized, and we won't know about it? Only that gentleman is so low-key."