Chapter 380
Tang Yu sneered, then he looked at Murong Yan and said, "Master Murong, do you have any wine in Qianji Tower?"
"Come here, serve wine to His Highness the Crown Prince!" Murong Yan was full of interest.
More than half a year ago, the first poem Tang Yu recited was called "Man Jiang Hong". At that time, Meng Xianzhi, the great Chu poet, once said that Tang Yu plagiarized this poem "Man Jiang Hong". In the end, Tang Yu drank heavily and recited three hundred poems in a row. , and denounced the great Chu poet Meng Xianzhi as a shameless person.
In the end, Meng Xianzhi was so angry that he spurted out a mouthful of blood, and then died.
Murong Yan was looking forward to whether Tang Yu would drink and write love poems tonight.
Tang Shuheng also thought of this, and he said with disdain: "Tang Yu, you are too arrogant. There have been many classics of poetry since ancient times, but the classics on love poetry are really limited. I don't believe you can still make something like Guan Ju Such a classic love poem!”
"You yourself are a waste, do you still think others are waste? It's ridiculous to sit in a well and look at the sky!" Tang Yu sneered without mercy.
"Your Highness, the wine you asked for!" At this time, a maid from Tianji Tower came to Tang Yu with a pot of wine.
Tang Shuheng said with a look of disdain: "Pretend to be a ghost, pretend to be mysterious!"
"Trash talks a lot!"
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Tang Yu rolled his eyes at Tang Shuheng, then he picked up the wine bottle and took a sip: "Good wine, really good wine!"
"Don't just drink, you have the ability to recite poetry!" Tang Shuheng kept provoking.
Murong Yan and Meng Tian looked at Tang Yu expectantly. They also wanted to know whether Tang Yu could continue to recite classic love poems.
"Ignorance!"
Staring at Tang Shuheng, Tang Yu smiled and shook his head.
As a modern person, when he traveled to the Tang Dynasty, he stood on the shoulders of giants invisibly. Not to mention a classic love poem, he could compose even ten or hundreds of them.
The next moment, Tang Yu took another sip of wine, and he began to whisper:
“There is a beauty in the north. Unparalleled and independent.
Take a look at the charming city. Look at Qingren's country again.
I would rather not know the beauty of the city and the beauty of the country. Beautiful women are hard to come by. "
"Oh my God!"
When Tang Yu opened his mouth and chanted another eternal classic, Murong Yan, Tang Shuheng, Meng Tian and the maids in Tianji Tower were all amazed by Tang Yu's overflowing talent.
Tang Shuheng felt as if he had been struck by a bolt from the blue. He murmured to himself: "There is a beautiful woman in the north, peerless and independent? Impossible! This is impossible! How could such a classic poem be spoken by you?"
"I said, just because you are a waste, it doesn't mean that others are also a waste!" Tang Yu smiled scornfully.
Immediately, Tang Yu looked at Murong Yan. He took another sip of wine, looking drunk, and continued to whisper:
This woman should only exist in heaven, and can be heard of several times in the human world. "
This poem comes from the Chinese poet Du Fu. It was originally supposed to be called This song should only exist in the sky, but Tang Yu changed it to This woman should only exist in the sky. After the change, it has a unique flavor as a love poem.
"This woman should only exist in heaven, how many times can we hear it in the human world?"
Hearing Tang Yu open his mouth and chant another classic, Murong Yan's shocking and sexy red lips turned into an "O" shape.
She originally thought that Tang Yu could only write other types of poetry, but she didn't expect that Tang Yu was still quite accomplished in love poetry.
"Just open your mouth? Impossible! This is impossible!"
After hearing Tang Yu recite three classic love poems in person, Tang Shuheng's heart collapsed like the Yellow River breaking out.
Tang Yu drank a lot of wine. He looked at Murong Yan drunkenly and said, "Master Murong? Where did the wild dogs bark? It's so noisy that it affects my poetry!"
"Barking? Tang Yu, you bastard, you dare to call me a wild dog?" Tang Shuheng looked embarrassed.
Murong Yan didn't know what Tang Yu meant, so she looked at Tang Shuheng and said: "Your Highness, the third prince, it's late at night, please come back!"
"Master Murong!" Tang Shuheng's expression changed immediately.
"Come here, kick the third prince out of here!"
Realizing that Tang Shuheng did not intend to leave, Murong Yan immediately turned cold.
What! Blast out?
Feeling Murong Yan's unquestionable tone, Tang Shuheng felt as if he was struck by thunder, and he was instantly stunned.
