The poems of Yemeng are really good. They are the same, but they are five-character regular poems. But Wang's paintings are not as good as the ones."

The lake level in August is full of emptiness and emptiness. The air is steaming in the clouds and dreams. The waves shake Yueyang City. If you want to help you, you will be ashamed of the wise and wise as a wise man. Those who sit and watch the fishing fish will only envy the fish.

Good poems are definitely not inferior to Zhang Jiuling’s poems. The most important thing is that they give people a very clean feeling.

This poem is written by Meng Haoran, "Watching Dongting Gift to Zhang Chengxiang"

Looking at the Tang Dynasty, the poems of Li and Du undoubtedly stood at the highest peak. The second is Bai Juyi and Li Shangyin. But there are two people who write their poems very well. Perhaps they are not as good as Li and Du, but they played an important role in the development of poetry. The first is Chen Zhiang, who purified the thoughts of poetry, and the second is Meng Haoran. He purified the words of poetry.

The greatest feeling of all his poems is that they are clean, just like glass silk, untainted. Although this poem has been seen in one poem, it is not only elegant, but also dignified and neat, just like a gentleman.

This poem was published, which naturally caused a loud shout of praise from the sky.

But the key to the question is that this poem was written by Xiao Meng or was written for Zhang Jiuling. Where is Xiao Meng now? He is really a child who is older than the egg. He is probably still reading and writing seriously.

This poem is one of five poems that Princess Taiping forced him to force him to the end last night.

At this time, the servant of the Prince of the Prime Minister said in his ear: "It was posted by people from the seven surnames and ten families. There is also this article

Without him reminding him, Wang Hua also knew that it was posted by people from the seven surnames and ten families. It turned out that Princess Taiping did not ask for poems last night, but borrowed poems. He did not read the articles or the words. He turned around and looked at everyone, as if he wanted to find the disciples from the seven surnames and ten families in the crowd to see how they were embarrassed.

Although it was rainy, the heads were still dense. He didn't know who was a disciple of a noble family. He just met him, and it was very difficult to find him among so many people.

The audience is so happy. I have a look this time. Have you seen it?

It was the next day, so many excellent poems came out.

Not only these three poems, but other poems that have not been torn off are not weak. It is also not weak since the author dares to post them on them, but it is not inferior to these poems. This is why the doctor of the Imperial College was torn off.

But there are still people who are talking about it. As expected, the ten families of seven surnames and ten families will stop taking action and will be extraordinary when they take action.

After hearing everyone's words, Wang Hua turned around and looked at the wall. The poem was written in cursively, and at first glance it was also a new style. But how could he hide it from Wang Hua's huge eyes? He is very profound in calligraphy and painting skills in French piano painting. Perhaps he may not be called the first one now, but he is not a boast of his knowledge.

This obviously changed from Zhiyong's cursive script with a slightly interesting and flat style. However, the writer's calligraphy is very profound, although it is a variant. He has not lost the characteristics of half-doing Zhang Zhifeng and half-doing Wang Xizhi in Zhiyong's grass. If you ignore the new style, the characters are very good, and even because Wang Hua wrote his poor calligraphy. He is still slightly above him.

I read that article again, and it was also a gorgeous article. Although it was a bit beautiful, it was written in clusters of flowers and neatly. At this time, people's literary style and ideas did not really change, and if they were really evaluated, it was hard to say. The article was written in two styles of regular script. Like this poem, the regular script variant was deviated from Ouyang Xun, while the official script was deviated from Cai Caiyi style. The characters were all good, but they did not completely deviate from them.

The main thing is poetry. You can't use the poems I copied to deal with me.

Wang Hua was stunned. At this time, he walked up to him alone and whispered: "Wang Erlangjun, I am a servant of Princess Taiyu."

Wang Hua looked at him, and he was about to hear an explanation from Princess Taiping.

The man pulled Wang Hua aside and said, "This time the poem Erlang wrote was so shocking. Although several major families prepared some poems, they were worried after seeing the poem Erlang wrote. Therefore, Your Highness helped them. Erlang, Your Highness asked me to tell you a word, victory or defeat is not important. But you can't let others lose too badly. Then you really can't get down to the stairs, and you will only have a fish dead and a net break. I believe Erlang doesn't want to see this situation.

"Your Highness also asked the servant to tell you that the inscriptions you wrote on those three lacquer boxes will be relaxed and complementary. This is the way to balance. It is not her that she protects the seven surnames, but if you are in a weak position, she will also protect you. This is for your own good, I hope you will carefully consider her intentions.

"There is one more thing. This poem is not known to be your writing, and our Highness did not say it. They thought it was made by His Highness's guest. Don't think about it.

After saying that, he bowed and left.

Wang Hua looked at his departure back, and a trace of displeasure flashed in his eyes.

Princess Taiping did this a bit too much. She really had to obey her commands and be her dog in the future. What a death-breaking thing! This is using her own poems to make favors and bribe the seven surnames and ten families in order to gain their skills.

Wrong. This time I came to Luoyang to play chess, not to be made by someone!

Wang Hua's face instantly turned into a gentle smile. Since he came out, he said it instead of Li Hong. As soon as he bowed his hand, he suddenly became silent, but the drizzle drizzled on the umbrella made a slight "rustling sound."

Wang Hua said: "Dear boys, there will be a kind of cursive script below, but in order to make up for the sake of success, a new style of poetry was used. Some people have heard of it as lyrics. As for whether this kind of lyrics are good or bad, I will not deliberately discuss it for it. Xin Yaohua is a slaughter, and I will be my first new style of cursive script with Langban.

First of all, I made it clear that otherwise those who are interested would seize this new literary genre and suppress him. After saying that, Li Hong waved his hand and opened the scroll.

Although I really don’t like this literary genre, the new lyrics of Wang Hua are really good, and many fans are singing them. Let’s take a look at what lyrics they are now.

Appropriately on the wall:

Don’t listen to the sound of the leaves hitting through the forest, why not sing and walk slowly. Bamboo skills and stunning shoes are lighter than horses, who is afraid? A raincoat can last forever.

The chilly spring breeze sobers up, and the hills are slightly cold, but they are shining on the side. Looking back, there is always a bleak place, and when you go back, there is no wind or rain or sunshine. The suggestion of book lover Youru Meng

It is indeed a very strange form of poetry, but it is also a fearful one. It happens to be a small spring rain. However, the following sentence reminds people of what happened to this young man. This is a competition between a sheep and a big tiger. Sometimes it will arise and return without any wind and rain or eyes.

But it was the last sentence, a very ordinary sentence, but when you recall it carefully, it was really timeless. But when faced with this new genre, no one dared to applaud, so I looked at the words again. Now everyone knows that Wang Hua is good at growing a kind of big grass and a kind of small grass. There are still very few people who see big grass. Only small grass. But many people have seen it. But today's cursive script is still small grass, but it is obviously not the kind of cursive script he often writes. This kind of cursive script uses ancient and vigorous brushwork, with clear hidden and pure charm.

This was written by Wang Hua copied the handwriting of Master Yu Youren, who was known as the modern cursive saint. Of course, these people have never seen this style of calligraphy. After careful appreciation, the crowd finally heard cheers again.

It was just a game, and there was no competition in the game. Then I reached the climax, sighing, and evacuating to the west with nostalgia under the urging of the soldiers.

But Wang Hua immediately returned to the mansion.

Taiping's actions made him feel heartbroken. The key point is that Li Guer didn't know what he had done, and even she was alarmed. He wanted to invite Li Guer out for a while. It must be approved by Xiaoyuzhen, otherwise this little guy will start to attack. The scene will be a little difficult to deal with.

Now I have an advantage, and my age will make others look down on me. This is indeed a good thing. I am not qualified to stand in a bright spot and have a certainty of the future. Therefore, I may give Li Guer some useful help, just as repaying her feelings.

When I came to the girl's room, the little girl was depressed. When I saw Wang Hua, I said, "I won't accompany you anymore. I'm going to go back to the palace.

It would be better if you don't accompany me, but you can't say this.

Wang Hua said patiently: "Princess. You also said you have grown up, so I will treat you as an adult now and say a few words to you."

"Um

"You should know one thing about my relationship with Princess Taiping, but it only comes from affection and ends with courtesy. We are very clean and don't believe it. You can ask your aunt that day. But it is never possible between us. I know that your seventh sister also knows this. You can't just treat the other party as an enemy just because you are not together, right?

The little girl didn't say anything, didn't nod, nor did she shake her head.

"Okay, let me give you another metaphor. Now that I can't be together, I will forget His Highness from my mind. Am I a person with a cold nature in this life? So if the Lord really marry you to me in the future, what will happen to you if I can treat your seventh sister like that?

The little girl finally spoke and said, "But I still feel very uncomfortable."

Wang Hua almost got angry to death by her. What's wrong with you little brat? He said again: "Okay. Let me explain it again. This is what adults can understand. You think while listening. There is a kind of feeling called love, the kind of feeling of sharing joys and sorrows between husband and wife, and the kind of feeling of mutual care. There is also a kind of feeling that respects each other, just like me and Zhang Shaojian, that is called friendship. This is also a kind of beautiful feeling. If we really get married in the future, it is called love. But the kind of feeling with your seventh sister is called friendship."

If you can fool it, just fool it.

"The little girl didn't know much about it and replied.

It would be strange if you understand. Wang Hua said again: "Now that friends are in trouble, should they help each other? And she is also your sister, should they be friendly with each other?"

“What difficulties does she have?

"I'm not sure, maybe I'm in some trouble, so I want to meet her. Ask her. If you're not at ease, you'll go there in person and invite her here, and I'll talk to her. If you're not at ease, you'll take a chair and sit at the door to monitor her. If you're not at ease, you'll take a chair and sit at the door when you're talking to your aunt.

After hearing this, the girl finally couldn't bear it. She jumped up suddenly, blushed and escaped.

Wang Hua finally breathed a sigh of relief when he knew that she had finally been convinced by her. Although he was the same master, he was still a child, so he was so tempted.

But Wang Hua looked at the continuous spring rain outside, but he was puzzled. Princess Taiping knew that Li Nang'er had sent Wu Chong with a beautiful maid, and Wu Zetian and Wu Sansi could not have known. Why didn't they blame this tank?

It's a fog.

Just like the rain sky that arises outside, it makes people unable to see it clearly.
Chapter completed!