Tang Dynasty good father-in-law

Shu An didn't know the result of the location drawing, and there must have been joy and displeasure, but in any case, it could only be due to lack of luck.

"It's been a long time since I practiced calligraphy."

Shu An whispered softly, as the saying goes, writing is like a person, as a person of later generations, he will naturally not forget the importance of calligraphy.

The Tang Dynasty mainly used it as a font, but it is also divided into various types, and as a person of later generations, his Kai body is somewhat different from that of this era.

But it doesn't matter, because if you are self-contained, you are either a mediocrity or a genius, and his words naturally belong to the latter.

In addition to Confucianism, he is also a recognized master of calligraphy, of course, this is inseparable from his decades of hard training.

On the stone table in the courtyard, Laifu was slowly rubbing ink beside him. As a former school boy, he was no stranger to this job.

It can even be said to be handy, while Shu An is adjusting his own state. As a time traveler, you can know nothing, but Wen Chao Gong is a necessary skill.

They are all from nine-year compulsory education. You are not required to be familiar with three hundred Tang poems, but you can still know twenty or thirty.

This time, Shu An wrote a poem he liked. Of course, if it was a psychological burden to be a copyist at the beginning, then there is no burden at all now.

A gleam of light flashed in Shu An's eyes, and then he wrote down the pen, and the pen flew like a dragon and snake like a cloud and flowing water, and it was done in one go.

"Why don't you bring the Wu hook and collect the fifty states in Guanshan. Please go to Lingyan Pavilion for a while, if you are a scholar, you will have tens of thousands of households!"

Xue Rengui on the side read the whole poem silently, and the more he read it to the end, the more excited his face became, as if there was a kind of blood surging, wanting to go to battle to kill the enemy, make contributions, and climb to the Lingyan Pavilion.

Looking at the words he wrote, Shu An couldn't help but nodded with satisfaction, this should be the time he felt in the best state.

With the increase of age, his font seems to return to the basics with the change of mentality. Presumably, if it is placed in later generations, this adverb and poem should be at the level of national treasures.

About this poem was written by Li He in the middle and late Tang Dynasty, but it has not yet been born.

There were even rebellions, and they were dispatched by the central government continuously, but the words used here can completely change the meaning, that is, the founding of the country to take over the land of the Sui Dynasty and end the troubled times.

Under this background, this poem is already completely sublimated, and the Lingyan Pavilion behind it is even more appropriate.

"Rengui, take the badge of being a teacher and send this word to the palace, saying it is An Xuan's inscription for Lingyan Pavilion."

Shu An's eyes flickered and he said softly, this poem should be regarded as a poem in the Tang Dynasty. Don't think that there will be no war after Zhenguan.

The breakthrough has not been destroyed, Korea has not yet been conquered, and there are many alien races outside the customs. This ambitious emperor is in his youth.

"is teacher!"

Xue Rengui said with a hint of excitement, as if he took the rice paper devoutly, carefully packed it in the bamboo tube, then turned and walked out the door.

In the past few times, either the teacher lived without him or he was in Chang'an City, he never met His Majesty today.

This made Xue Rengui have a little regret. Facing this current emperor, countless people want to see the beauty of the sky, even he is no exception.

"Master, Rengui still needs training."

Looking at the disappearing figure, Laifu couldn't help saying, in fact, he already regarded Xue Rengui as his nephew.

I also know Xue Rengui's thoughts, but to do things for the master, just do your duty, don't think too much, the master who should come will never treat you badly.

"It's okay, it's just a teenager's heart, not to mention it's not bad to see the market."

Shu An shook his head slightly and said, the boy still needs to be tempered, but he already has his own ideas.

Isn't the current His Majesty who started the South and North Wars when he was more than ten years old, and the Tang Dynasty was still walking steadily back then.

As for Xue Rengui, it doesn't matter if he fails, he can still afford it, and Datang can also afford to lose.

"Laifu, prepare some meals."

"Also, you're in your 40s, and you haven't married a wife yet."

Shu An's voice continued to sound, but this time the target fell on Lai Fu.

"Master, you haven't married a wife yet, how dare Laifu marry first."

A trace of embarrassment appeared on Laifu's face and he said, in fact, Laifu is very satisfied with his current life.

At the beginning, he was just a refugee who almost starved to death. It was the master who saved him, taught him how to read and write, and had enough food.

There are even foods that today's emperors cannot eat. For Laifu, this is the greatest luck.

Even if he didn't marry a wife, it was not unacceptable to Laifu. After all, he was an orphan himself and had no idea of ​​passing on the family line.

Shu An shook his head slightly, because the system caused him to have no wife and no children. As for now, he didn't think too much about it.

While the two were talking, Xue Rengui was heading towards the palace at high speed, a poem could make his blood boil.

Even Xue Rengui can only say that this is the teacher, the famous An Xuangong, only he can write such poems.

Of course, it was fortunate that Shu An didn't know what his student was thinking, otherwise he would just blush.

He can barely be regarded as gathering the essence of several eras. It may not be a big deal in modern times, but in this era he is the only one in the world.

Imperial study room

Li Shimin and a group of important officials are discussing memorials from various places. As winter approaches, it is another problem for the people to spend the winter.

"Your Majesty, Xue Rengui, Duke An Xuan's disciple, has come with an inscription written by Duke An Xuan."

But at this moment, a young eunuch hurried over and said respectfully, and everyone present couldn't help but stop for a while.

"Let him in."

Li Shimin said with a hint of interest in his eyes, even if he had to admit that his cheap father-in-law is not inferior to anyone in terms of talent.

Several ministers present also glanced at each other, looking forward to it in their hearts, after all, Lingyan Pavilion has a lot to do with them.

Chapter 22 震惊，诗传长安！

"Students have seen His Majesty!"

Under the leadership of an eunuch, Xue Rengui came to the imperial study room and said nervously, after all, sitting on it was His Majesty today, and several important officials of the imperial court.

"Where's the stuff?"

But at this time, neither Li Shimin nor Changsun Wuji and other ministers cared about Xue Rengui, but cared about An Xuangong's inscription.

Xue Rengui couldn't help but respectfully presented the bamboo slips behind him with both hands, and a young eunuch had already taken it and handed it over to Li Shimin.

Li Shimin didn't think too much about it, he directly opened the bamboo slips and took out the rice paper inside, and he was fascinated by the first sight.

"Good word!"

Although he hasn't seen the whole content yet, just the first word let him know that this cheap father-in-law is already a master of calligraphy.

Even in the current world, few people can achieve it. After reading the content, Li Shimin's eyes showed a look of excitement.

"Good, good, good!"

Saying three good words in a row is enough to show the joy in Li Shimin's heart at this time.

And the emperor's gesture made the ministers next to him look at each other in blank dismay, as if there was a kind of itchy commotion in their hearts, wanting to see it quickly.

When Li Shimin admired it for a long time, he forcibly withdrew his gaze, then handed the rice paper to the eunuch beside him and spoke at the same time.

"Give it to the ministers to browse through."

The reluctance in the voice could be heard even by those present, which made the ministers present even more curious.

First of all, Changsun Wuji was the first to circulate. Like Li Shimin, the first thing he saw was the words, and his face was full of excitement.

"This character has returned to the original, and has become a master."

Obviously, this is the emotion expressed by seeing a good calligraphy. Few people know that Changsun Wuji's favorite is calligraphy.

In my spare time, I would practice calligraphy. If the writing is exciting, then the content will make Changsun Wuji silent.

"As expected of a teacher, I am destined to pass the poem on to Chang'an today."

After a long time, Changsun Wuji's voice slowly rang out, saying that he could be regarded as the proud disciple of the teacher.

It's just that if it wasn't about my sister, then the relationship wouldn't be so stiff now, and it wouldn't be so difficult for me to want a copybook now.

And after it was circulated, the entire imperial study room fell into a moment of silence, but it was a silence mixed with excitement and a trace of passion.

"This poem is enough to town the country!"

Fang Xuanling took a deep breath and said, feeling turbulent in his heart, he didn't understand the meaning of An Xuangong being the only one in the world.

Now he knows it. Before, he thought that the outside world was a little exaggerated. Even the use of punctuation marks made Shilin no longer misinterpret the sacred meaning.

He also thinks that he is lucky, but now he admits that he is far behind, and this poem alone is not a height that he can reach.

"That's right. Presumably when this poem is spread all over the world, why should I worry about not being able to advance in the Tang Dynasty?"

"If everyone in the world has the heart to seal wolves and live in Xuxu, then what kind of grand occasion will my Tang Dynasty be like?"

.......

You said something to me, and a consensus was reached in a short period of time, and Li Shimin could also imagine the effect of this poem.

As for Xue Rengui on the side, he was left out in the cold, but at this moment the young man didn't feel that there was anything wrong.

On the contrary, there were some silly ones, giggling by themselves, obviously very happy to see His Majesty.

Li Shimin couldn't help looking at this young man who seemed to be a little dumbfounded while the minister was passing it around.

"Xue Rengui?!"

It seemed that he had seen this name somewhere, and Li Shimin couldn't help but fell into thought for a while.

By the way, it was the boy who fought with Xungui at the new tea shop not long ago. Li Shimin couldn't help but nodded when he thought of this.

As expected, he is the disciple of the cheap father-in-law, even a scholar dares to fight with the noble children, you must know that these noble children have practiced martial arts since childhood.

In fact, Li Shimin thought that Xue Rengui was a student because of his previous knowledge, and didn't think about it in other ways.

In addition, I didn't understand the conflict of the new tea in detail before, otherwise I wouldn't have such an idea, and I must know that it was the son of Xungui who suffered the loss last time.

But how could these people speak out after suffering a loss? Are they afraid that they will not lose face enough? The most important thing among the honorable children is face.

Of course, knowing that they lost the battle, a practice session would definitely not be enough. If someone pays attention, they will find that the children of the three princes were missing from the chaos in Chang'an this time.

........

Not long after Xue Rengui entered the palace, the inscription about An Xuangong began to spread.

The shrewd people have already sent people to keep an eye on Shu's residence, and if there is any change, they will send news immediately.

As for the fact that Xue Rengui entered the palace with a bamboo tube on his back, it was obvious that he couldn't hide it. Of course, Shu An also didn't want to hide it, and even secretly contributed to it.

Several inns were already full of literati and students, among them were many officials, all waiting.

"Here we come, here we come, Duke An Xuan's inscription!"

"Why don't you take the Wu hook and seize the fifty states in Guanshan?"

"Please come to Lingyan Pavilion for a while, if you are a scholar, you will have tens of thousands of households!"

When the reading was over, the people present fell into silence for a while, as if comprehending every word.

"Nice poem!"

However, a voice came from nowhere and broke the calm, followed by a violent repercussion.

"Only Duke Anxuan can write such poems."

"This poem is enough to be famous through the ages, even if it is no less than the predecessors."

"Xiao Er, bring me a pen and paper, I want to write a copy and pass it back to the family."

"Xiaoer, give me a share too!"

.........

A poem shook the whole of Chang'an for a while, and even finally triggered the farce of Zhigui in Chang'an, and Lingyan Pavilion benefited the most.

Of course, every civil servant and military general who boarded Lingyan Pavilion couldn't help but owe a favor, because when talking about this poem, they are destined not to ignore these civil servants and military generals.

"Didn't I think that my old Cheng would one day be admired by the world?"

In Lu Guogong's mansion, Cheng Yaojin couldn't help saying with a hint of pride after hearing this poem.

He doesn't know the quality of the poem, but it is enough to know that the poem sounds like it makes him have the blood to go to battle and kill the enemy.

"Come on, have a drink!"

"If I don't drink a lot today, I can't express how I feel at this moment."

"Old Cheng in the scholar forest doesn't obey anyone, but Duke Anxuan has to."