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Mrs. Cui and the others all sat down.

Looking out the door, motionless.

What reverberated in my mind were all the poems written by Li Tai just now.

They admitted that they had never seen such a good poem for thousands of years.

Those poems of the family, in comparison, are like scum.

If you lose, you will be convinced.

Even if you don't admit it with your mouth, but in your heart, you are cast into the ground!

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Weishui River.

There are still many people here.

The sound of Wuyang Wuyang's discussions and exchanges even overwhelmed the sound of the Wei River.

Some students were even arguing with red faces and loud voices.

The atmosphere is extremely rich.

And the focus of their discussion is still the Wei Wang poems that Changle said.

Kong Yingda, Fang Xuanling, and Du Ruhui were no different from the students, arguing endlessly.

For one word, for one word, for the ranking of these more than ten poems, he was like a child, almost fighting.

Extremely hot.

From noon to evening, I never get tired of it, you come and go, your lips are on the tip of your tongue, and you can't stop.

"If you don't see this song, His Royal Highness Wei Wang is the strongest. Whoever refuses to accept it must be number one!"

"Fart!!! The road to Shu is difficult, and it is difficult to go to the blue sky. This poem is the essence."

"You can pull it down. First, it must be that the person suddenly looked back but was in a dimly lit place. What a beautiful mood, do you still need to fight?"

"A group of old men who don't understand literary talents dare to talk about Wei Wang's poems here. No. 1 must be hanging on the clouds and sailing to the sea!!! Such a state of mind, no one can surpass it."

"It's the old man, your whole family is old man."

"No literary talent, no writing, no knowledge, hum, I am too lazy to argue with you."

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Kong Yingda and other giants in the literary world of the Tang Dynasty sat there, their voices getting louder and louder.

All of their voices were hoarse.

Even Fang Xuanling felt that his throat was burning and hurt, and he could no longer speak.

I don't know when this poetry meeting will end.

Perhaps, it was because the city gate was about to be closed, otherwise, no one would be willing to leave here.

Today's Weishui River, everyone knows that it will be handed down forever, and it will definitely become the most brilliant poetry meeting in the Tang Dynasty!

King Wei alone swept away all the scholars in Chang'an!

Among these scholars, Kong Yingda, Fang Xuanling and others were also included.

Attack without distinction, and still win without distinction!

No one can resist the charm and profundity of Wei Wang's poems, as the saying goes, "Wei Wang was not born in the sky, and the Tang poetry world is like a long night forever!"

When Chang Le ran out, it was almost dark.

For a whole afternoon, she struggled among the women in Chang'an.

In addition to the ladies, there are also many noble women and widows.

They are all crazy.

Some even had to reconcile with their husbands on the spot and throw themselves into the arms of King Wei.

There are also many ladies who thought of a way to save the country with curves, saying that they were going to Wei Wangfu to apply for a maid.

At all costs, to get Wei Wang.

Changle really can't laugh or cry.

Very helpless.

But there is no way.

Finally, at the end, he found a loophole and managed to get out, then went straight to the carriage and returned to the imperial city.

For a moment, the name of King Wei directly resounded throughout Chang'an City.

There is even a title: Poet Saint!

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Imperial City.

Ganlu Temple.

Li Shimin is writing.

That's right, just writing.

He was seriously copying Li Tai's poems.

At this moment, there was a closer and closer quarrel outside.

"Bullshit...cough cough...hiss...if it wasn't for my bad throat, I would have eaten you."

"In your ranking, it's better not to rank and tie for the first place!"

"Kong Yingda, Yu Shinan, and the others are all talking nonsense, you're still arguing with me here, my throat...damn it, it hurts like hell!"

"Grandma, if it weren't for the fact that I can't speak loudly, how would you have the opportunity to shout?"

Fang Xuanling, Du Ruhui and Changsun Wuji walked on the bluestone slab and quickly approached the Ganlu Hall.

With their throats about to split, they were still arguing about Li Tai's poems.

Everyone has their own opinion, and everyone has their own understanding.

However, everyone does not allow others to have different identities from themselves!

Absolutely not allowed.

In everyone's eyes, this is a blasphemy against King Wei's poems, and they all think that their own analysis is the most correct!

The voices of the three were really hoarse and hoarse.

If it weren't for the loss of strength, it is estimated that there will be a fight.

This is exactly the case, thinking of coming to Ganlu Hall to let Li Shimin make a decision.

"You three, what are you doing?"

Li Shimin put down his pen, looked at the three people who walked to the door, and smiled softly.

The three hurriedly saluted.

"See...See...See Your Majesty...Ahem Keke..."

All three had almost the same final cough.

"What's the matter with your voice?"

Li Shimin raised his eyebrows and asked puzzledly.

This voice was nothing like their previous voices.

"It's nothing, Your Majesty, it's because of the quarrel with them in the afternoon." Fang Xuanling replied.

"Why are you arguing?" Li Shimin was curious.

"Because of the poems of King Wei."

"Their bullshit analysis is a blasphemy against King Wei!"

"Humph!"

"Unsightly!"

Fang Xuanling flicked his sleeves.

"Your Majesty, it's Fang Xuanling who has no knowledge at all. He lived so much in vain that King Wei's poems don't understand the essence at all!" Du Ruhui scolded directly.

"That's right, what I just said is the most correct." Changsun Wuji was not convinced either.

The three of them were about to quarrel again.

Li Shimin:········

He was speechless.

What about this group of people?

After a brief understanding, he was dumbfounded.

Kong Yingda, Yu Shinan, and the others are really idle, and each of them even quarreled over this.

"In my opinion, King Wei's poems are enough to rank first!"

"There is no precedence at all."

"You three, stop arguing here, go back and rest quickly."

"Replenish your energy, tomorrow, accompany me to Wei Wangfu for a tour."

Li Shimin said.