The Head of the Ming Dynasty Spared His Life

Chapter 876 It’s just so pretentious, it’s just so pissy [6]

If Gu Hengbo is not invited to the poetry club, the literati will feel very regretful and not up to standard.

And what about Yan Song?

He's a standard scumbag!

Yan Song's grades in the imperial examinations were not very good, and it was only because of the recommendation of Xia Yan, the chief assistant at the time and a fellow Jiangxi fellow, that he barely made it to the Imperial Academy, and it was dangerous to obtain the quota for staying in Beijing.

And after Yan Song became the first assistant, it seems that he has never heard of his literary name.

Yan Song's Qing Ci is well written, but it is a sign of the perfection of flattering skills, and is despised by scholars all over the world.

And Yan Song's handwriting is unparalleled in the world.All the scholars who read Yan Shoufu's instructions stared out, feeling that Nima's three-year-old child can write better than Yan Shoufu.

In short, Yan Song is called a scumbag in literature, and he is almost the laughing stock of scholars all over the world.

Gu Hengbo thought about it, nodded and said: "Okay! Dou Shi! I have already made a poem for the Lantern Festival, it's up to you! The request must be a poem for the Lantern Festival."

Yan Song nodded: "You have big breasts, you have the final say."

Gu Hengbo glared at Yan Song angrily, full of flair.

Yan Song laughed: "Then I'll come first, the flowers are suspicious at night, and the four photos seem to contain ~ spring." 617

Gu Hengbo was surprised.

Yan thief will also know this poem?

Unconvinced, she said lightly.

"The first test of the bright light is nine micro-hanging, and the spring in the Yao Pavilion is never night."

Yan Song also said indifferently: "The red lights on both sides of the strait shine on the blue waves, and a blue paddle swings the Milky Way."

Gu Hengbo was really surprised now.

Shoufu, a scumbag, so knowledgeable?

Yan Song said lightly, "Have you lost? Come on, give me a kiss."

Gu Hengbo was so angry that he gritted his teeth. Who the hell said that Yan Song couldn't write poetry?Kengben girl!

But she is also a heroic woman, she promises a thousand gold, so, leaning over, Yan Song felt a burst of fragrance, and then there was a wet lip mark on his face.

Yan Song feels dissatisfied, this is not enough!

The pack of wolves on the shore exploded, beating their chests and stamping their feet, screaming, as if their parents were dead.

"Shameless! Shameless!"

"Yan thief! I will fight with you!"

"damned!!"

"Continue!" Gu Hengbo waited for Yan Song with almond eyes.

Master Gu stared closely at Yan Song with a pair of Jianshuiqiu pupils: "If you can make a poem about the Lantern Festival, everyone will accept you."

Yan Songxin said that Lao Tzu just remembered that one song.

In the era he traveled through, due to some historical deflection, some historical figures appeared earlier or later, while some did not appear at all. (That's how domineering.)

For example, Xin Qiji, a poet in the Southern Song Dynasty!

Yan Song was a scumbag in his previous life, but he happened to remember such a masterpiece by Xin Qiji!

He stood up, facing the cold wind, with a tall and straight figure, infinite zhuangbility, and said lightly: ""Sapphire Case·Yuanxi"!"

Gu Hengbo was stared at by Yan Song, his heart was violently stirred, and he couldn't live up to his expectations.

"Well, isn't this Yan thief not very knowledgeable except for flattery? Why am I so attracted to him? It seems that there is a masterpiece that is about to be published, and the writing is natural?"

Yan Song stared at Gu Hengbo, pointed at the Shangyuan Lantern Festival with fiery trees, silver flowers, and loud flames outside, and said leisurely: "The east wind blows thousands of trees at night, and blows them down, and the stars are like rain. BMW carved cars are fragrant all over the road. The sound of phoenix flute is moving, The light of the jade pot turns, and the fish and dragon dance all night."

Gu Hengbo trembled tenderly.

She glanced at the Lantern Festival.

Before the east wind urges the flowers to bloom, it first blows the fireworks of the Lantern Festival.It not only blows away the lanterns on the ground, but also blows down colorful stars like rain from the sky-the fireworks first rush to the sky, and then fall from the sky, like a meteor shower.Colorful lights adorn the streets and alleys, like (bffb) thousands of trees and flowers blown away by the spring breeze overnight.The fairyland on earth where chariots and horses, drums and music, lights and the moon shine brightly, and the "shehuo" hundred operas where folk artists sing and dance, fish and dragons spread out, are extremely bustling and lively, making it dizzying.

The que of this poem has already made Gu Hengbo so intoxicated that he couldn't control himself.

"How is it possible? How could Yan Song write such a poem?"

Gu Hengbo's eyes were fascinated.

Yan Song smiled faintly, and continued: "Moth snow willows are golden strands, and the laughter is full of fragrance."

Gu Hengbo's eyes were awakened, and he secretly smiled.

Although Yan Song's poem is well written, it does not break away from the traditional pattern.

These wandering girls, one by one, are all dressed up in the unique moths and snow willows unique to the Lantern Festival. These wandering girls in costumes kept talking and laughing while walking. After they left, only Yixiang was still in the dark. drift.

Everyone Gu still snorted coldly: "Huh! You really are a traitor, and you only have beautiful women in your eyes!"

Yan Song smiled faintly, and said the last sentence coldly.