Datang: My private money was exposed by Li Shimin

in the room.

Li Shimin looked at the various verses sent, and couldn't help shaking his head slowly.

"Guanyin maidservant, although these poems are not bad, they are too far behind Jianer's. I am afraid that if you take out the simplest poems in it, you can crush them casually!"

When he said these words, Li Shimin's face was full of pride and complacency.

Empress Changsun chuckled, and took a look at those verses.

to be frank.

These are pretty good, but it's a pity that there is no harm without comparison. As Li Shimin just said, compared with Li Jian's, the difference is not a star and a half.

"Your Majesty, after all, these are the work of those scholars. Many of them are still young, and their experience and status are far from enough. Of course, they cannot be compared with Jian Er's!"

Empress Changsun's words made Li Shimin couldn't help laughing again.

in fact.

Regarding this poetry meeting, Li Shimin thought a lot in advance, after all, it is a major event concerning scholars all over the world.

Originally, he thought that there were quite a lot of learned people who came to participate, and at least there would be rare poems, which might be comparable to some of Li Jian's poems.

But now it seems that none of these people can fight alone!
"Your Majesty, there is no need to be discouraged. There are many people here who don't have good capital and opportunities. It is already very good to be able to do this!"

"Otherwise, you don't have to worry about them!" Empress Changsun saw what Li Shimin was thinking, and comforted her softly.

As expected, she is the person who knows Li Shimin best. Just a few words immediately made Li Shimin feel much better.

Yes!

If they are very powerful in themselves, why do I have to do so many things with all my heart?
He touched Empress Changsun's hair with a smile, and his eyes fell on those verses again...

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At the poetry meeting at this time, the atmosphere had reached a fever pitch.

At the beginning, it was just to enliven the atmosphere, and then Zheng Qingyun proposed Poetry Solitaire, but as more and more people ended up, the smell of gunpowder gradually became apparent.

after all.

But all people have vanity, what's more, there are conflicts between the big families and the humble scholars, and now they are given the best opportunity, and the Poetry Solitaire has begun to change.

Those people from the major families have excellent conditions and resources, and their own knowledge is far superior to that of the poor.

not to mention.

They had made relevant preparations in advance, and various poems rich in literary talent and background were thrown out continuously, and the voices of the humble scholars gradually fell down.

They are also very angry in their hearts, and they also want to vent their anger for themselves. Unfortunately, Naihe has limited knowledge and is not their opponent at all, so he can only swallow the grievance in his stomach.

Zheng Qingyun, as a representative figure among the humble scholars, had relatively high knowledge, he gritted his teeth and persisted for a few rounds, but was finally defeated.

To know.

Once you lose in this situation, you will be ridiculed by the other party.

That kind of disdain from the bottom of the heart, as well as the shame of being inferior to others, is by no means something ordinary people can bear.

Cui Boning, as Zheng Qingyun's good friend, is also one of the representatives of the humble scholars. He knows his ability as an old friend very well.

I couldn't resist anymore, but he still had a chance, so I personally stepped forward and pulled him and said in a low voice, "Now all hope is on you!"

"Even if we lose, we can't lose so ugly. Your strength is definitely more than that. Let them see your true strength. Don't admit defeat!"

He thought that his encouragement could motivate the other party, but he didn't expect that Zheng Qingyun had been completely defeated at this time, and he had no desire to resist at all.

"We people can't compare after all. We have neither status nor capital. What can we compare with?" Zheng Qingyun shook his head bitterly.

"Since you already know the result, why bother to struggle?"

Today he has been greatly impacted. He used to think that compared with the people of the big families, he was just born in a bad family. If he relied on his ability and knowledge, he would definitely be able to compete with them.

Now the reality has slapped him hard. There seems to be an insurmountable gap between them, no matter how hard they try, it cannot be changed.

Even Zheng Qingyun gave up, and the others were even more helpless. The scene once became an overwhelming victory, and the people of the major families won.

When Yu Shinan saw the scene in front of him, his expression didn't change much.

In his mind, this competition had already had a result from the very beginning.

The fact that the major families have been able to prosper to the present is by no means relying on talk.

If there is no real talent and learning, how can it be famous all over the world?

Those humble scholars who think they are very capable and can challenge the major families are just delusional, and it is not a bad thing to let them suffer some setbacks.

At this time, someone quietly put a piece of paper in front of Yu Shinan.

He just wanted to ask, but when his eyes fell on the piece of paper, he couldn't leave it anymore.

I see.

There is a poem clearly written on this piece of paper!

"The wind is rushing, the sky is high, the ape screams and mourns, and the white bird flies back to Zhuqingsha."

"Boundless falling trees are rustling, and the endless Yangtze River is rolling in."

"Thousands of sad autumns are often guests, and one hundred years of illness is alone on the stage."

"It's hard and bitter to hate the frosty temples, and the new wine glass stops when you're down and out."

This poem not only has a long charm, but the antithesis is extremely neat, every word seems to be researched, even he himself can't understand it.

He originally wanted to turn his head to ask, but the person who came immediately whispered something in his ear. In an instant, his face was full of shock, and he even couldn't believe his ears.

but.

Yu Shinan didn't continue to ask, took a deep breath, and read out the poem he got just now.

original.

Because of the failure of the humble scholar here, the atmosphere seemed a little awkward, relatively calm, and when Yu Shinan read it out, it was immediately heard by almost everyone.

This time.

No matter if they were members of the major families or the humble scholars who had just been defeated, they couldn't help but widen their eyes and savor these verses carefully.

Many knowledgeable people can immediately understand the cultural background needed for this.

"Sure enough, he is a great writer, and his reputation is well-deserved. The poems he made are not only neatly contrasted, full of charm, but also give people a feeling of sadness!"

"Yeah, it seems that I can see an old man in his twilight. After a lifetime, the experience after climbing a tall building is simply a miracle!"

Everyone immediately started talking in low voices, looking at Yu Shinan full of shock.

in fact.

For them, it was completely reasonable for Yu Shinan to write such a poem, and no one doubted it at all...

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