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In this gap, two lines of poetry have been written on the silk.

Chapter 020

"Qin'e stands on the railing at night, and the soft branches fall down to the blue lapel. The green pool water with no ripples, serves as a mirror for you to open the makeup core."

The woman in Tsing Yi, who was kneeling and sitting opposite Tang Feng, read in a low voice.

When Tang Feng was splashing ink in this Huyue Tower, under the open sky, there was a person who was also splashing ink.

The same poem, but when it is written down, it has a completely different artistic conception.

Tang Feng didn't think there was anything shameful about plagiarism.

Anyway, he got Li Taibai's consent to borrow these poems.

More precisely, these poems were originally written by Li Taibai for him.

Those incomplete poems are turned into gorgeous poems after the spring and autumn brushwork of future poets.

Those onlookers recited the poems written by Tang Feng, their brows were sometimes furrowed and sometimes relaxed.

"That's right, that's wonderful, why, I didn't think of it." Someone looked at the second poem and couldn't help but sigh.

It was Li Ke, the king of Wu, who couldn't stop nodding when he looked at this poem.

Although the completed poem is still incomplete, but the artistic conception has been fully demonstrated.

Anyone who is not a talented person will definitely not be able to make up such beautiful poems.

"Take it."

When Tang Feng's voice sounded, the two women who had already been waiting nearby came forward and took away the silk with poems written on it, and displayed it beside them.

This time, without any pause, the brush in Tang Feng's hand fell on the new silk again.

Vigorous and powerful fonts suddenly appear on this brand new silk and satin.

"Raindrops on the curtain flowers, sweeping away the shade of carnations. I feel that life is like a dream, and I don't know how long I will live." A voice like the sound of heaven sounded in this Huyue Tower.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were focused on the table in front of Tang Feng.

Similar parallel spaces, but not everything is the same, everything may have a definite number, but it is more variable.

Like this poem, like this person.

Qu Pingyang, who was standing not far away, had already turned pale.

As for the people around, they have long forgotten him.

Standing in the crowd, Qu Pingyang looked at the young man who was splashing ink there, and his heart was full of embarrassment.

He never imagined that this young man from the countryside would have such a high attainment in poetry and prose, let alone that this young man would have such a good calligraphy.

Shouldn't people in the countryside be vulgar and reckless? Why does this young man have such attainments in poetry and calligraphy?

"Take it."

Tang Feng didn't look at Shiwen in front of him again, and shouted loudly.

Seeing that he was still going on, everyone present couldn't help but gasped.

What is this going to do? Could it be that this son-in-law of the Duke of Wei's mansion wants to complete the five incomplete poems written by Master Meng in one go?

Among them, Fang Yiai and other talented children of aristocratic families have already added one or two incomplete poems, but they ask themselves that they are simply unable to complete all the incomplete poems in such a short period of time.

Under the open sky, in the dilapidated house, Li Taibai splashed ink while drinking wine.

And under the sky of Zhenguan, in the Huyue Tower, Tang Feng also splashed ink in the same way.

Tang Feng finished the fourth poem without any pause.

"The empty door is silent and my body is light, and the rain from the stream washes away the guest's dust slightly. Lying on the white clouds, the love is not exhausted, let him be drunk with the spring."

At some point, a young man in a gray gown and hair crown appeared at the front.

The magnetic man's voice replaced the weeping woman's voice, and sounded in this Huyue Tower.

When the same poem is read from different people, the feeling and artistic conception are completely different.

"Good poem, good artistic conception, good." After the man finished reading the poem, he couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

Tang Feng just looked up at the man, then lowered his head again, and the brush in his hand landed on the silk again.

"What's the love of the spring breeze? Come to the forest garden at dusk. If you don't ask the master of peaches and plums, you will be speechless when blowing down the red." The man continued to read.

At this time, all the people present looked at this man with strange expressions on their faces.

"Hey, don't you usually dislike this kind of romantic place? Why did you come here today?" Someone said in a low voice.

"The devil knows."

"Just now, I seem to have seen the King of Wu, and now this one is here too. The two brothers of this family came to visit the brothel together. If His Majesty finds out, I'm afraid we will have to resort to family law again." Another whispered.

After finishing the last poem, Tang Feng threw out the writing brush in his hand, then picked up the flagon beside him, and took a few more gulps.

Wine and poetry, perhaps, are really a perfect match.

Letting the dripping wine wet his clothes, he stood up and looked upstairs.

It's in the corridor on the second floor.

A woman in a purple dress stood there, looking at him with bright eyes.

Although he has never seen this woman before, he knows that this woman is the Meng family that everyone talks about.

"I like these few poems you made up. According to the rules I set before, you can come upstairs." The voice sounded like a thunderous voice from that day.

With bright eyes and white teeth, skin like pearls, graceful figure, long black hair, and those outrageously delicate facial features, even a man in the world will fall in love with him just by looking at it.

Seeing this woman, Tang Feng couldn't help but think of Zi Xuan, the descendant of Nuwa in Legend of Sword and Fairy.

In a trance, the two figures overlapped, so similar.

Chapter 021

Looking at this beautiful woman, for a certain moment, Tang Feng felt a little moved.

"Qingben beauty, why do you linger in this world of mortals?"

He is not an incomprehensible wood, he also has imagination for beautiful women, but he is more principled.

Although, now he has the golden finger of the Valkyrie chat group, even if he leaves the Weiguo Duke's mansion and finds a place, he can live a very nourishing life.

But he knew better that if he made that choice, the result would be that he had to leave Chang'an City.

In any peaceful era, you only have abilities, and you may not be able to stand out.

No matter how powerful you are, if you offend someone you can't afford to offend, then there is only one result, and that is to wipe out all sentient beings.

Who is Li Jing?

That is the military god of the Tang Dynasty, and now the senior generals of the entire Tang military, all the princes, and all the relatives of the emperor basically have more or less relations with him.

It can be said that as long as Li Jing says a word, there will be no room for him in the Tang Dynasty.

Although Hong Fu Nu and Li Wan look down on him, at least Li Jing has expectations of him.

If he wanted to stand out in the stable Tang Dynasty, it would be the best choice to rely on Li Jing's influence in the military and political circles.

He is not the kind of headless, reckless man who likes to act on his own will. As a man with a brain, he had already made up his mind the day he decided to follow Li Jing to Chang'an City.

No matter how seductive and heart-thumping the woman in front of him is, he still has to restrain himself.

A man born between heaven and earth should have ambitions, and he should know how to hide himself and learn to restrain his desires.

When the woman upstairs heard this flat and even indifferent voice, a trace of astonishment appeared on that beautiful face.

She may not have thought that there would be any man in this world who would reject herself.

But now, the son-in-law in front of him rejected him so mercilessly, so simply, without the slightest hesitation.

In a daze, not only this Master Meng, but also everyone in Hu Yuelou.

Those descendants of the aristocratic families, at this moment, all looked at Tang Feng with that weird look, one by one, their faces full of disbelief.

This Tang Feng, this villager from the countryside, this son-in-law of the Li family, unexpectedly rejected the invitation of Master Meng.

Sensing those weird gazes, Tang Feng smiled lightly.

He casually snatched a jug of wine from the servant next to him, opened the lid, took a sip happily, and then walked towards the gate of Huyue Tower under the gaze of everyone.

"The white wine is freshly cooked and returned to the mountains, and the yellow chicken is pecking at the millet and the autumn is fat."

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"Call the children to cook chicken and drink white wine, and the children laugh and hold each other's clothes."

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"Singing high to get drunk and masturbating, dancing and setting the sun to fight for glory."

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"It's not too early to lobby for Wan Cheng's suffering, and to ride a horse and travel a long way."

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"The foolish women in Kuaiji bought ministers lightly, and Yu Yi resigned from his family and went west to Qin."

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"Laughing in the sky and going out, I am a Penghao people."

Tang Feng chanted poems while drinking wine. At this time, he seemed to be drunk, walking faster and faster, and his voice became louder and louder.

Wherever he walked, the people in front would automatically move out of the way.

When he said the last sentence, I am a Penghao person, he raised his head to the sky and screamed, and went out with great ease.

Only the people in Hu Yuelou were left, looking at the back of the person who was leaving freely, and looked at each other in blank dismay.

"It's a good one to go out laughing up to the sky. How could I be from Penghao? It's a pity that such a person has become a son-in-law." The man who read poetry before looked at the empty gate and said in a low voice.

In those eyes, there was an indescribable light shining, and within that light, there was clearly a strong sense of curiosity.

And Li Ke, the King of Wu, also looked at the open door with an uncertain expression, but he didn't know what he was thinking.

Then look at Qu Ping Yang, standing in the crowd, his face was hot, as if someone had slapped him twice on the ears.

At this moment, he just wished he could find a crack in the ground and get in.

"But I didn't expect that this son-in-law from the countryside would be so talented. Just talking about the last poem and the artistic conception, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a work handed down from generation to generation." Someone said with emotion. road.

When the people around heard his words, they all nodded slightly.

Upstairs, that Master Meng stood there, constantly thinking about this poem written by Tang Feng before he left.

Those beautiful eyes looked at the leaving back, on the beautiful face, it was accidental, even more curious, and there was a hint of refusal to admit defeat.

Walking alone on the street, looking at the pedestrians passing by, Tang Feng suddenly felt a little lonely.

To this world, he is an outsider after all, even this prosperous city of Chang'an is just a foreign land to him.

Looking at the sky, he clenched his fists.

"Since I'm here, I want to make some achievements. In the future, I will leave a name in history, and I will definitely live up to my visit to this world." He said silently in his heart.

Lowering his head, Tang Feng walked forward without hesitation.

When he returned to Duke Wei's mansion, it was already dark.

But he didn't know that when he was strolling in Chang'an City, the poem he plagiarized from Li Bai had spread throughout Chang'an City.

However, when they learned the source of this poem, the vast majority of people felt a burst of regret.

In this harsh era, so what if you are talented?

Just the status of a son-in-law has already determined your future. Scholars and bureaucrats will not allow a son-in-law to be on an equal footing with them.

Chapter 022

Chang'an City.