The Road to Dominance in All Worlds, Starting from Brother Qiang

——It was the young man who had just spoken to him earlier.

Speaking of which, although there were quite a few people sitting in this room, they were all organized by a Hanlin surnamed Wang, and they were all unfamiliar with each other in the past.

Let's talk about Brother Yichuan, although he often claims to be a scholar of the Hanlin Academy, but in fact he is just a scholar of the Hanlin Academy, just a name.

And although that young man has not taken the imperial examination yet, he is famous far and near for his astonishing talents and learning, and now he is a regular six-rank living man in the Ministry of Internal History.

Although the official title of this position is not great, its duties are heavy.

Responsible for recording the daily words and deeds of the emperor. When the emperor was in the palace, he separated the emperor from the left and right with the living and living people, and was a first-class close minister of the emperor.

This is also the reason why this group of Hanlins called the young man to come to the banquet today, and let him sit beside Wang Hanlin and Brother Yichuan.

After all, as long as he is not a blind fool, he can see that this master will take the imperial examination and get a title in the Imperial Academy. With his talents, the position of Hanlin Bachelor will definitely be in his pocket in the future .

And becoming a Hanlin bachelor is a big step closer to phase.

Brother Yichuan and others have wasted half of their lives, but they are just worshipers of the Imperial Academy. Putting them together with this young man, how can they compare with others?

The young man has always been very proud and arrogant. He usually thinks that his poetic talent is no worse than that of Li Taibai, the fairy of poetry.

But he didn't want to come to Hu Yulou today to have a drink, and to hear such a magnificent opening verse from the next door. Even if it was only one line, he could tell from his eyes that the poem uttered by Murong Bai There is already the possibility of passing down the legacy.

The young Qi Jilang is about to take the opportunity of the birth of this famous novel to reveal the truth to his heart's content.

Who knew that upon hearing brother Yi Chuan's words, he immediately felt as disgusted as flies soaked in the drink, and the anger in his heart was provoked in an instant.

He threw the wine glass in his hand back on the table, and didn't show brother Yichuan any favors, just stared at him coldly, and scolded, "Brother Yichuan probably doesn't know poetry, right?"

"I was born in Henan when I was young. It happened that Li Zhengji, the governor of Ziqing in Pinglu, rebelled against the separatist regime. When my father was the commander of Pengcheng, he also experienced the war in Xuzhou."

The young man smiled coldly, and then said in a solemn voice, "So I know that when there is a war, there must be strange clouds and strange auras."

"That year, I was besieged by bandits with my father to the city of Xuzhou, but when I saw the sun, I was dizzy, and black clouds were attached to my side like evil dragons, just like what is said in General Chen's poem."

Speaking of this, he suddenly paused, squinted at Brother Yichuan, and said sarcastically, "If Brother Yichuan is free from trouble, you might as well leave Chang'an City and take a walk outside, and you can see more."

Thinking about Qiao Yichuan being enshrined in the Hanlin Academy, he was often praised by others on weekdays, how could he stand such cynicism?

"you!"

He was so angry that even his body trembled slightly, but what the young man said was reasonable after all, and brother Yi Chuan had never seen soldiers in battle, so it was really hard to refute.

Humiliated because of this, he could only point at the young man and yell, "Madman!"

After that, it was difficult to say anything else.

As for that young man, he had already pricked up his ears at this time, and he didn't pay attention to Brother Yichuan's actions at all.

Because beyond the screen, Murong Bai in the private room on the other side, after making a full gesture and deliberately walking seven steps slowly into the room holding a wine glass, finally resumed his great career of copying poems.

"The sound of horns fills the sky in the autumn scenery, stuffed with swallow fat and night purple."

"The half-rolled red flag is facing Yishui, and the frost is heavy and the sound of cold can't be heard."

"Report to the king on the golden platform, and lead the jade dragon to die for the king!"

Since then, the whole poem is over.

As Murong Bai's voice fell, no matter Xue Chunhua and other generals in the army, or Wang Hanlin next door and other ordinary literati and bachelors, and even those academy students on the other side, everyone became completely silent and no longer spoke.

After a while, following the Hanlin Academy, the young man's "good" came out, and the applause echoed through the sky in an instant.

In fact, the poem that Murong Bai copied today was written by Li He, who is known as the "poem ghost". Li He is only a teenager in his teens. That's a lot.

Of course Murong Bai copied his adult poems.

This poem written on the old title of the Yuefu, the first half describes the tragic war, and the second half describes the desire to serve the country, which not only fits Murong Bai's current status as a general of the Jinwu Guard, but also fits his current environment. .

Just wait for this poem to be spread in the future and fall in front of the emperor or the prince. Presumably, most of the opinions they had in their hearts because of what Cai Guogong Chen Xuanli did in Mawei Post will be eliminated from then on.

The plans in Murong Bai's heart are of course not enough for outsiders to understand.

He came here today to make a name for himself by copying poems. Now that the poems have been copied, there is no need to continue here.

Just as I was about to chat and joke with everyone, I was about to leave this Hu Yulou and go home.

But at this moment, the door of the private room, which was originally concealed, was suddenly opened from the outside.

Then he broke into a young man dressed in white and holding a sapphire jug in his hand.

As soon as he came in, his eyes swept over Murong Bai and other generals, and then he put all his divine light on Murong Bai, who was in a drunken and wild posture, surrounded by everyone.

"Dare to ask this one, but General Chen who just wrote poetry?"

He raised the wine jug in his hand, smiled and said to Murong Bai, "I am in Taiyuan, Bai Letian. I heard that General Chen's poem is tragic, heroic and full of great ambitions. I admire him very much."

"Therefore, I'm here to toast, and I hope the general will not refuse."

Although Murong Bai looked very drunk, but in fact, with his foundation in martial arts, how could such a mere drink make him drunk?

At this time, when Bai Letian announced his family name, his eyes immediately lit up.

Of course he knew who this Bai Letian was.

Bai Juyi, nicknamed Letian and nicknamed Xiangshan Jushi, wrote famous poems such as Song of Everlasting Regret and Pipa Xing, and is known as the king of poetry in the world.

He is one of the protagonists in the world of Legend of the Demon Cat.