Datang: At the beginning, Li Er eavesdropped on his heart

Chapter 47 Are you out of your mind?
"Master Lu, fellow scholars, I'm late."

Hearing his voice before seeing him, Li Chengqian's powerful voice resounded in the whole courtyard, and everyone looked at it one after another. Sure enough, they saw the familiar yellow, and immediately saluted:

"Minister and so on, pay homage to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

"Cao Min pays homage to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

Everyone bowed towards Li Chengqian in unison.

Li Yin patted his clothes calmly, and saluted Li Chengqian: "My respects to the prince's brother."

The immature voice seemed particularly abrupt in the entire yard.

Hearing this, Li Chengqian narrowed his eyes immediately, looked at Li Yin, and was a little surprised in his heart, why did such a small child come?
But I have to say that his younger brother is really sloppy. A trace of disgust flashed in Li Chengqian's eyes, and he smiled calmly and said:
"Min'er, why are you here? Get up quickly, you and my brother, why are you so polite? Everyone, get up too."

Li Chengqian waved his hand, looking like a brother and friend, he almost looked at Li Yinyue.

"Master Lu, Master Cui, all great Confucian scholars came all the way from Shandong. In order to show how much we value you and what we expect from the students, the Emperor sent me to preside over the poetry conference together. You should not Do you mind?"

Li Chengqian said with a smile, his gestures were full of respect for these great scholars.

And these great scholars suddenly smiled and said: "Where is it? It is my honor for His Royal Highness to come, why would you mind?"

"That's right, it just so happens that at this poetry conference, His Highness the Crown Prince can also share his own opinions, and see how many students there are in my Great Tang."

"His Royal Highness, please take your seat."

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Everyone spoke one after another, Li Chengqian smiled, and immediately sat on the main seat.

Only then did Lu Ziwang look at the crowd and said, "Today's Poetry Conference officially begins. The main purpose is that we want to recruit a few beginner disciples from among you. There is also a secondary purpose, which is to allow you to have a good time." Let's communicate."

"This first topic is about spring, which one will come first?"

Master Lu said in a loud voice, the students below were extremely excited, but also extremely nervous.

And at this moment, a man stood up and said, "Master Lu, the students are willing to come first."

Everyone searched for their reputation and found that the person was actually Fang Xuanling's son Fang Yiai.

Lu Ziwang looked at Fang Yiai, who was handsome and personable, and looked like a scholar. What was commendable was his courage, and he immediately said:

"Student, you are very brave, so you should play a song first."

"Thank you Lu Shi for your praise." Fang Yiai said with a smile, and after thinking for a moment, Lang Lang said:

"Creation is speechless but affectionate. Every time it is cold, it feels spring. There are thousands of reds and purples arranged, just waiting for the first sound of the new thunder."

As Fang Yiai's poem had just finished, everyone present didn't feel anything, because this poem was really ordinary.

Even the corner of Lu Ziwang's mouth couldn't help twitching, good guy, I thought it was a dark horse, but it turned out to be a black bear.

"Ahem, the writing is average, let's step back first." Lu Ziwang said, not even willing to perfunctory.

The eight-year-old children on the streets of Shandong know this kind of doggerel. It is true that the greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment.

When Fang Yiai heard this, her expression turned ugly, but there was nothing she could do, the other party was an authority.

"Yes, Master Lu."

After Fang Yiai withdrew, the rest of the people looked at each other in blank dismay, not daring to go forward.

Fuck?Unexpectedly, the comments of this group of old people seem ordinary, but in fact they are directly fatal. Fang Yiai can be said to be ashamed and humiliated.

"Master Lu, the students are willing to try."

Another voice sounded, and everyone followed the prestige, and found that it was Zhang Sun Chong who stood up, and even Li Yin raised his head.

Hiss, this eldest Sun Chong is actually so confident?

"Okay, let's have a song from the eldest grandson." Lu Ziwang immediately said with a smile, after all, this yard was provided by the eldest grandson Wuji, so it is natural to reciprocate.

Changsun Chong nodded, and then Lang Lang said:

"Living deep in Fujia City, spring and summer are still clear. Heaven's will pity the grass, and the world is full of evening sunshine. And add tall pavilions, and light small windows. After the bird's nest is dry, the flying body is lighter."

After reading this poem by Chang Sun Chong, everyone present finally looked better.

Compared with Fang Yiai's previous poem, this poem is much better. Of course, it is not very good, but at least it is much better than Fang Yiai's.

Moreover, the other party is the son of Changsun Wuji, so they naturally want to take advantage of this opportunity to flatter him.

"My God, I didn't expect that Young Master Changsun's ability to compose poems would be so powerful. This poem is absolutely amazing."

"Through this poem, I seem to see a person living in seclusion and living a quiet life, overlooking Jiacheng. The spring is gone, and the summer is clear. The grass was soaked by the rain, and finally got the love of God. After the rain, the sky cleared gone."

"Climb to the high pavilion, lean on the railing and look far away. The sky is high and the ground is far away. The afterglow of the setting sun is shining through the window lattice. The nests of the yarrow have been dried, and their bodies have regained their lightness."

"Isn't it? Maybe it's not too difficult to describe the scenery in the evening sky delicately, but if you want to incorporate the poet's unique feelings and mood in the description of the scenery."

"Especially, if you want to convey a certain positive attitude towards life without revealing any traces, so that readers can have some enlightenment in thought, this requires the poet to "reach a higher level" in both ideological realm and artistic skill."

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Everyone discussed and said, the tone was full of appreciation and flattery, and even Lu Ziwang and others showed joy on their faces.

"This poem is indeed well written, making people feel immersed in it, and its meaning is even more extraordinary."

"This old man also feels the same way. Mr. Changsun is indeed talented, and he is worthy of being a talented man in Chang'an City."

"Such a unicorn, I wonder if you can give it to the old man?"

"Haha, it still depends on whose sect Master Zaosheng is willing to follow."

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The great Confucians joked about the wind, but their tone was full of optimism and appreciation for Chang Sun Chong.

Even Master Lu's eyes showed a trace of appreciation.

【Cut, it's just a bunch of sycophants, what's so great about it? 】

[As for this poem, there are so many problems, and it is so touted, I don't know why this group of people are showing off their heads. 】

With a look of contempt on Li Yin's face, he kept picking up the pastries with his chubby little hands and started gnawing on them.

Immediately afterwards, many students stood up and began to recite their poems, and among them, whether they were from poor families or rich families, there would basically be one or two outstanding ones.

(End of this chapter)