Datang: Wrong start into the bridal chamber, the bride is Jinyang

"The moon on the lake shines on my shadow and takes me to Shanxi. Xie Gong's residence is still there today, and the Lushui is rippling and the apes are singing..."

Although it was only a few short sentences and he still didn't understand what happened, Gao Yang was still stunned. He suddenly turned his head and glanced, only to see Li Shimin frowning, his face full of solemnity.

Wei Zheng, Xiao Yu, Quan Wangji and the others had serious faces, standing motionless in the wind and snow, letting the snowflakes fall on them one by one.

The voice is relatively low, and the reading is relatively slow, coupled with the sound of wind and snow, so it is vague.

Everyone could barely hear clearly.

Gao Yang was short of breath and felt his chest throbbing. After a pause, the maid's voice came out again.

Suddenly sonorous and powerful!

"Wearing Xie Gong clogs, climbing the Qingyun Ladder. Half the wall sees the sea and the sun, and the sky smells chickens. Thousands of rocks turn around and the road is uncertain, and the flowers are leaning against the stone. Suddenly it is dark. ..."

Whoa!

After reading this sentence, several people suddenly changed their expressions.

Don't talk about Li Shimin about this matter, even Wei Zheng and Xiao Yu's eyes are wide open, with disbelief on their faces.

"This, this... who is this?"

Xiao Yu asked in a low voice, and looked at Li Shimin.

Li Shimin glanced at him, but still didn't answer, his face was serious.

Breathing has been rapid up!

Needless to say, Gao Yang could only feel his delicate body trembling unceasingly, and his expression was as if he had seen a ghost.

Most importantly, the servant girl's voice has not stopped, it is still coming out!

faster and faster!

"The clouds are green and green like rain, the water is pale and there is smoke. There is a lack of thunderbolts, and the hills and mountains collapse. The caves and stone doors are opened in the middle of the scorpion. The blue sky is vast and bottomless, and the sun and the moon shine on the Jinyintai. The clothes are like clothes. The wind is like a horse, and the kings of clouds come and go. The tiger drums and the luan returns to the carriage, and the immortals line up like hemp..."

Although there was the foreshadowing of the previous sentence, when this sentence came out, a dangerous scene involuntarily appeared in the minds of everyone.

The stone path is circling, and the light in the deep mountain is dim. Seeing the sea and the sun rising into the sky, and the rooster singing, this is a dawn;

Just thinking about why the twilight was so sudden, at this time there was a roar of bears and dragons, which resounded in the valley, trembling in the deep forest, shaking the top of the floor...

Ni is the clothes, the wind is the horse, and the king of clouds is coming one after another.

The blessed land of the cave appears here.

The king of cloud wears rainbow clothes, drives the long wind as a horse, plays the tiger as a drum, and luan drives a chariot for him, and rushes to the grand meeting in the fairy mountain.

Just when everyone was shocked, there was another "immortals lined up like hemp!"

All kinds of immortals seemed to be standing in a long line not far away.

How magnificent, how shocking, dazzling, and dazzling are these scenes?

Several people were stunned.

Just feel the scalp tingling!

Chapter 95 Xiaohe, take this piece and burn it

In the Tang Dynasty, there were some people who were brilliant in their pens, brilliant in their talents, and well-versed in their eloquence.

Don't talk about the far ones, let's talk about the near ones. The prince Taishi and Zheng Guogong Wei Zheng said that the central plains were competing for the throne at the beginning of the year, and they wrote about Rongxuan.

Surprise everyone.

There is also the poet Yu Shinan, deeply trusted by Li Shimin, who dares to speak out and speak out, and is called by Li Shimin as "virtue, loyalty, erudition, writing, and calligraphy".

There are also Yang Shidao, Li Baiyao, Wang Ji and other famous people, who are both Prince Sheren and Eastern Palace Bachelor.

It is often said that there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts.

The reason is that literati and inkmen often get together to "make friends with literature" through competitions such as piano, chess, calligraphy, painting and writing, and present their works for everyone to judge.

Although it is generally possible to judge the pros and cons of some works, when it comes to one or two judges, it is often "different eyes", and everyone has different perspectives and views.Therefore, the saying "Wen Wu first" appeared.

However, when they heard this poem at this time, all the people present couldn't help showing a horrifying look in their eyes.

Such an article... Who actually wrote it?

Just like the words in the sky, the truly wonderful pen is like a giant pen. In just a few strokes, it has already described the grand occasion of the immortal vividly, as if it is right in front of your eyes.

It is really amazing every word.

Everyone has held their breath, not daring to say anything, staring at the house, listening attentively.

The sound was still faint, but fortunately there was a downwind here, so I could hear it clearly.

"Suddenly the soul palpitates with the soul, and suddenly wakes up and sighs. I only feel the pillow and mat of time, and lose the haze of the past. The same is true for the pleasures of the world. In ancient times, everything flows eastward!"

"When will you return? Let's put the white deer among the green cliffs. If you have to go, you will ride to visit the famous mountains. An Neng will smash your brows and bend your waist to serve the powerful, making me unhappy!"

Boom!

As if a real explosion had exploded, the eyes of Li Shimin and the others were filled with horror and disbelief.

They panted heavily, reminiscing about the verses... An Neng's brows were bowed down to serve the rich and powerful...

The last sentence actually draws people out of the fairyland and makes people return to reality. Looking back and listening, the whole poem has a majestic mood, unpredictable changes, and colorful colors!

It is also catchy, which makes people feel magnificent when they read it.

This kind of poems, not to mention crowning the Tang Dynasty, even if it is placed in the previous dynasty, the previous dynasty, the previous dynasty, it is probably an extremely shocking masterpiece.

The content is rich, tortuous, strange and changeable.

The image is brilliant, flowing and colorful.

It seems to want to promote negative connotations such as "everything in ancient times flows eastward", but its style is high-spirited and uplifting, and there is an unyielding spirit flowing through it, which makes people feel extraordinary and refined.

Wei Zheng said in a daze: "Poor...poor writing skills, excellent in the sanctuary. This poem focuses on energy, takes nature as the main object, and takes elegance and elegance as the most precious. Chanting it makes people feel ecstatic. After all Who is it that can make such a masterpiece?"

Li Shimin glanced back at him, feeling extremely shocked in his heart.

Xiao Yu also opened his mouth with a shocked face: "This article is too bizarre and bizarre, and it cannot be described. However, because of the words, one dreams, one realizes one's dream, and one separates because of one's enlightenment. There is no chaos at all; The meaning of the word is strange. It really changes vertically and horizontally, bizarre and strange, and the dream is written with a strange pen, and the sentences are immortal! This person... the pen is brilliant!"

Gao Yang looked at Xiao Yu and Wei Zheng in astonishment, his heart was turbulent, his delicate body was trembling, he couldn't help clenching his fists hard.

The nails have already dug deeply into the palm of the hand.

"Haha, lady, what do you think of this article?" Another voice came out, which shocked Li Shimin and others.

"This this……"

It seemed to be Jin Yang's voice, also full of shock, and after a while, he said, "Husband, husband, are there any more?"

The man seemed to be stunned for a moment, and said, "Anything else? Do you still want to write?"

"Jinyang..."

The little girl's voice was clear and faint: "I don't understand this poem!"

The man seemed to be amused, paused for a moment, and then laughed: "Miss, you can't understand! Then I wrote this article for nothing?"

"No, I didn't write for nothing!" The little girl hurriedly said, "Husband, can you write anything else?"

The man paused, then smiled and said: "Yes! But forget it, this article is too profound and really not suitable. Xiao He, take this and burn it, it's useless to keep it! Let's write other articles !"

Everyone outside was stunned for a moment, and they were all out of their wits in an instant, almost rushing in.

Fortunately, Jin Yang's voice came out and said: "How can this be? No! Husband, this can't be burned! Jin Yang will keep it in the future!"

The man laughed and said: "Lady, this article is in a trance, fantastic and unreal, and the writing is too weird. Why do you keep it? It's easier to burn it!"

"No! No! Husband, this article cannot be burned!"

The little girl persisted.

Hearing what she said, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Hearing the man paused for a moment, he continued to laugh and said, "Okay! It's fine if you don't burn it. Xiaohe, throw it in the wastebasket! Let's write other things! Look, my lady, in fact, most of the poems and articles are like this. False and real, illusory and true, boasting! It looks like a literary talent, but in fact it is empty inside, just like my husband! As the saying goes, articles are born naturally, and if you get them by chance, you can write poems, but you don’t necessarily know how to govern the country!"

Everyone outside was shocked again.

"That's right, that's not the case!" the little girl said proudly.

The man laughed again: "Isn't that so? The husband said it wrong? Look, lady, let's compose another poem so that you can see clearly! Yun Xiang's clothes are beautiful, and the spring breeze blows the threshold of Revlon. If it weren't for... "

Did not go on.

At this time, the hair of everyone outside seemed to stand up one by one, their eyes were wide open, and their mouths grew big, as if they could swallow a duck egg.

Panting heavily, I couldn't believe it.

It never occurred to me that the man actually continued to write.

It turned out to be another quatrain...

Come at your fingertips, without revealing the traces of fabrication.

Just one sentence has already shown how powerful this poem is.

The language is rich and colorful, and the words are flowing.

Just one sentence already makes people feel that the paper is full of spring breeze and the eyes are full of flowers!

It really penetrates the back of the paper and penetrates three points into the wood!

"This person... has a pen like a fluent pen, and it's not stagnant. It's really..."

Wei Zheng wanted to speak, but couldn't find an adjective.

And after the man finished writing, he seemed to raise his head and take a look: "Oh? The snow seems to be falling heavily, lady, let's go back to the room and write, so as not to freeze!"

"what?"

"Do you still want to hear this sentence? Let's finish writing it later... This one is easier. The next sentence is... Yaotai... Moonlight!"

"This snowstorm is so strong!"

Indistinctly, the sound had disappeared, the wind and snow were really heavy, large flakes of snowflakes fell from the sky, and the cold wind was blowing, making everyone outside feel icy cold.

However, at this time, none of the people spoke, they were all reminiscing about those few sentences, and had already fallen into a certain illusory mood.

They looked at each other again, and their faces were full of shock.

"How could it be like this! Damn it! What is the next sentence?"

Xiao Yu opened his mouth, as if he felt extremely regretful because he didn't hear the last sentence.

Everyone couldn't help but look at him again.

I saw Xiao Yu looked up at the blessing house as if he was afraid of disturbing something, and when he realized something, his face was stunned for an instant, and he looked back at Li Shimin as if he had seen a ghost.

"Your Majesty, that person...is Fang Changshi, Fang Consort?"

Chapter 96 He is talking about the imperial examination...

The surroundings were instantly quiet.

For a while, no one spoke.

Face to face!

After a while, Li Shimin nodded and sighed, "What do you think of what he said?"

Xiao Yu and Wei Zheng were startled.

After thinking for a while, Xiao Yu said: "Your Majesty, this person is talented in writing, and he is good enough to write flowers. However, his views on the imperial examinations are somewhat biased! As we all know, Zhongshu is a scholar, Jishu is a scholar, and a meritorious doctor is Lianliang. This has been the case since ancient times. Mingjing, Mingfa, Mingzi, Mingshu, Daoju, His Majesty has included all kinds of these, everything? How could it be wrong? He said that he was too obsessed with etiquette and ignored the fundamentals of people's livelihood. It's prejudice!"

Li Shimin frowned and said: "He didn't say what to do! But at this time, he said that exaggeration and mediocrity are rampant in Datang now, but is that so?"

"Your Majesty, according to my minister, this servant is really a bit arrogant. It's just that this person seems to have a chest, which is unpredictable! He can say such words, it is really..." Xiao Yu paused, He didn't continue to speak, his face was still a little shocked.

Li Shimin glanced at him and understood instantly, and then glanced at Gao Yang and Wei Zheng: "I have heard people say that he doesn't seem to like writing poetry? He also said that poetry is useless, and he said that hard work can rejuvenate the country, and empty talk is harmful to the country." ? Yes or no?"

Gao Yang's face froze, and he felt his delicate body tremble.

"Father, I know something about this..."

Li Shimin glanced at her, sighed slightly and said: "Now I just think that this talent is talented, I am afraid it is not because I am unwilling to write poems. But it is... Few poems can catch his eyes! Based on his "Hai Ke" "Talking about Yingzhou", I am afraid it is already the best poem in the poem! It is the best in the Tang Dynasty! But the hateful thing is that this person wants to burn it! Why do you think he wants to do this?"

"This……"