Speaking of this poetry, it will appear in any era.

To put it bluntly, it’s a hymn!

It doesn’t matter how much you praise it, and it doesn’t matter whether you should or not. It’s enough to praise it. Countless people have written such poems for kings throughout the dynasties, including many familiar figures in later generations.

Yue Fei, many people know that he is a great hero.

But in front of the emperor, he could not help but write a poem in response to the emperor, in order to get the king's happiness.

This poem is also the most uncomfortable poem copied by Yang Shouwen.

But how could a person not bow his head under the eaves? Even if he was unhappy in his heart, he could only grit his teeth and write this poem.

And it is difficult to judge whether the poem is good or bad.

The content of the poem "Yingzhi" is basically the same, it is nothing more than the technique of using allusions and rhetoric. Yang Shouwen's poem "Yingzhi" was written by Yang Yi, a poet of the Song Dynasty. After the handsome young man finished reciting, the whole scene was silent.

I answered the question correctly and did a good job of poetry.

But your Yang Shouwen's identity is a bit special, and the onlookers can only keep silent and refuse to comment.

Compared with the Lottery after Lu Zangyong's school entrance exam just now, this scene suddenly became a little awkward...

Shangguan Wan'er narrowed her eyes and glanced at everyone present.

"The poem Qingzhi is in line with the rhyme of 'bow', and the words are extremely beautiful. I think it can be judged as the best."

"Let's wait!"

As soon as Shangguan Wan'er said this, someone immediately stood up.

"Miss Shangguan, I think that Ziqian's poems are not the same as Yang Qingzhi's poems. Why did Ziqian be the best, but Yang Qingzhi is the best?"

As soon as this man stood up, he immediately caused a lot of discussion.

Shangguan Wan'er frowned slightly and looked at the man, unable to help but feel embarrassed.

This person, named Du Shenyan, is said to be a famous general of the Jin Dynasty, Du Qiao. The reason why he was in a dilemma was that Du Shenyan was also a good player in poetry making. A few years ago, he was praised by Wu Zetian for his poem "Su Yuting Banquet". Now he is the official of the Ministry of Food and Drinking. Since he said that he was in a good position, even Shangguan Wan'er was not easy to refute.

There is no way, who can make others an expert?

After Yang Shouwen listened aside, he suddenly felt inexplicably irritated.

He was about to speak when he saw another person walking out of the crowd and laughed and said, "Mr. Du is such a bad word.

If the rhetoric is gorgeous, Yang Qing's "Bow" rhyme is indeed comparable to Ziqian's poem. However, Yang Qingzhi cleverly used the allusion of Xue Gong's pacification of the Turks in his poems. This sage was strongly praised and promoted, so Xue Gong was able to return from Guazhou. Therefore, I think that if we look at this, Yang Qingzhi's poem would be better than Lu Ziqian."

"This person is Zuo Buque Zhang's statement."

Seeing this, Li Linfu hurriedly introduced to Yang Shouwen.

Zhang said?

When Yang Shouwen heard this name, he was stunned and couldn't help but look up and down.

Zhang Shuo, a famous prime minister of the prosperous Tang Dynasty. He served as prime minister three times and was in charge of the literary world for 30 years. He was also a generation of literary masters in the early prosperous Tang Dynasty.

In terms of talent, Zhang Shuo is far superior to Du Shenyan.

If poetry should be written, Zhang Shuo was ordered to write "The Three Sects of Pearls and Yingshe", and his authority was even more comparable to Du Shenyan.

When Yang Shouwen saw him walk out, he showed a strange smile on his face.

Among these people in front of him, I'm afraid many of them are still unknown. But who would have thought that in more than ten years they would all become the most indispensable part of the prosperous Tang Dynasty. Seeing these many celebrities having a dispute over him, Yang Shouwen felt inexplicably proud of some reason. He looked around the people in front of the stone gate, and his eyes finally fell on Lu Zangyong.

He had already generally understood why Lu Zangyong was hostile to him.

Fanyang Lu family son!

Thinking back to the time, he was in Changping, but the Lu family was disgraced.

At that time, he was fearless and dared to sing wildly. He still couldn't retreat when he was a little white body, but he was still fighting against the giant Lu family. But now, he leaned against the Zheng family and met many people, but he became cautious.

This is not me. It shouldn't be me!

Thinking of this, Yang Shouwen suddenly felt an inexplicable manic feeling.

He did not listen to the argument between Zhang Shuo and Du Shenyan again, but instead strode to Shangguan Wan'er, "Auntie, can you have wine?"

This sudden name made Shangguan Wan'er stunned.

But then, the pair of eyes, which were as gentle as autumn water, showed a light of joy.

"Does Qingzhi want to drink?"

"I feel a little irritable, and I really want to get drunk."

Shangguan Wan'er did not blame Yang Shouwen for the title of "aunt". Instead, she smiled and waved her hand, "Come on, take my Lang Guanqing."

Langguanqing is a kind of sorghum wine produced in Chang'an.

Shangguan Wan'er didn't know what Yang Shouwen wanted to do, but she believed that Yang Shouwen was definitely not the kind of reckless person.

Now, in front of the nobles and famous people in Luoyang, they are just famous.

An eunuch bowed to Penglai and delivered it to Yang Shouwen.

I saw the handsome young man bringing the wine cup and was about to hand it over, but unexpectedly, Yang Shouwen raised his hand and slapped the mud seal with his palm.

He ignored everyone's puzzled gaze, raised his head to the jar, and drank wildly.

The wine flowed out along the corner of his mouth, instantly wetting his clothes. But Yang Shouwen didn't realize that the five-pound Lang Guanqing was drunk in a blink of an eye. The mountain wind blew, and the wine was rising, and Yang Shouwen felt very excited.

"Qingzhi, what are you doing?"

Li Linfu hurried forward to stop Yang Shouwen.

But Yang Shouwen held his arm, "Brother Nu, I'll write, you can recite it, okay?"

"ah?"

Li Linfu was stunned and did not understand what Yang Shouwen meant.

However, Yang Shouwen had already pushed him away and walked to a table. He grabbed a corner of the table with one hand, lifted the table weighing about ten pounds at once, and then walked to Shangguan Wan'er and put the table down.

"Aunt, please grind it for me."

In an instant, an uproar came from the surroundings.

"Bold, dare to be rude to Miss Shangguan."

Du Shenyan, Lu Zangyong and others hurriedly stood up and scolded loudly.

But Yang Shouwen narrowed his eyes and looked at Du Shenyan and said, "Why should Du Yuanwai be angry? I heard that Yuanwai Lang was broad-minded. He offended Zhou Jizhong and was demoted to join the army. The son fought with his life in exchange for Du Yuanwai to return to the capital of Shendu. Is the saint happy? Du Yuanwai danced and wrote a "Happy Poem" to give him the current Yuanwai Lang... Hahaha, but the boy was puzzled. Do you still remember the Du Lang's tomb outside Jianchun Gate?"

In one sentence, Du Shenyan's face changed drastically and became as pale as paper.

At the beginning of the year, Du Shenyan offended Zhou Jizhong and was demoted to join the army of the Sihu. Du Shenyan's son Du Geng was angry. So on the fifteenth day of Zhengyuan, he took advantage of Zhou Jizhong's banquet to hold a banquet in the mansion and sneaked into it, and then assassinated Zhou Jizhong.

Du Bing was also cut to death by the people from the Zhou Mansion.

After Wu Zetian learned the news, she recalled Du Shenyan back to Luoyang.

That day, she asked Du Shenyan if he was happy to return to Luoyang. Du Shenyan danced and wrote a poem of joy, thanking the holy grace.

From beginning to end, he never mentioned his son.

Although he did not write a tribute later, Yang Shouwen still felt disgusted with him.

"you……"

Yang Shouwen laughed and no longer paid attention to Du Shenyan.

Shangguan Wan'er stood up and said softly: "Qingzhi seems to be in full bloom in literary thoughts, and I am just trying to have a sneak peek."

"Then I'll read it."

A handsome boy walked out from behind the team, and it was Li Guo.

He looked at Yang Shouwen curiously and then walked forward.

Yang Shouwen suddenly sniffed, Xunxunran smiled and said, "Which spice is the one that Mr. Guo uses, but the smell is so good."

One sentence made Li Guo blush.

Shangguan Wan'er couldn't help laughing and looked at the two of them with interest.

"Yang Yizi, if you can't make a good article, even if Aunt Shangguan doesn't blame you, I won't let you go."

Li Guo was embarrassed and angry, but he saw that Lu Zangyong and Du Shenyan's faces had become as dark as the bottom of the pot.

Yang Shouwen smiled and said, "Okay. If I can't write a masterpiece, just let me put the horse over."

After saying that, he picked up the pen and dipped it in the ink, and his pen was flying.

At this time, Yang Shouwen was already a little drunk, so naturally he could not write the Yan style regular script. What he used at this moment was a kind of cursive script. In the history of China, when he mentioned drafting, he could not avoid Zhang Xu. However, in addition to Zhang Xu, there was another person who made outstanding contributions to cursive script, that is, Huaisu cursive script, which is as famous as Zhang Xu and known as Zhang Dian Su.

Yang Shouwen took advantage of the wine and used the round and powerful pen.

Before drinking, he could not write the kind of cursive script that Huaisu had.

In his previous life, he had copied it many times, but he never got the essence. Now, he is in a state of turmoil. He has been unable to write cursive scripts that can't be written with the charm while drinking, making it turn like a circle, unrestrained and smooth. In the audience, there is no other famous artist who does not speak of the other words, but Shangguan Wan'er is proficient in calligraphy. After Yang Shouwen's first stroke, her eyes suddenly lit up.

"The seaguards talk about Yingzhou, but the misty waves are hard to find.
To be continued...