"Brother Zian, your little mouth is getting sweeter and sweeter——"
Zhang Jieyu looked at Wang Zi'an, her beautiful eyes rolled around, she covered her mouth and smiled.
Is this thief Wang Zi’an called the Supreme Emperor?
Mrs. Zhang Jie's sister-in-law?
This disrespectful bitch!
However, before they could take the opportunity to attack, they saw Li Yuan laughing and approaching him, stepping forward and grabbing Wang Zi'an's arm.
"When I was outside just now, I saw so many people surrounding you. Is there another amazing masterpiece that has come out? Come and bring it to me, brother, to take a look - you are not willing to do it during this time. I have no new music to listen to because of writing, and I am tired of hearing all the clichés in the palace..."
The intimate and casual attitude made everyone's eyes twitch. Cui Zihao, Zheng Guan and others even secretly retracted their steps to go out. They were secretly thankful in their hearts. Fortunately, we were steady and did not rush out rashly. .
Because he was outside, Li Yuan traveled incognito.
Except for a few people such as Cui Zihao and Zheng Guan, the other young scholars did not recognize the old man who suddenly got up. However, seeing that although he was old, he was carrying a beautiful woman, walking calmly, and showing an aura of nobility in his bones. As soon as he appeared, several elders in the pavilion stood up to greet him, and they immediately understood that this person's identity might be Unusual.
Therefore, everyone paid attention and watched him chatting and joking with Wang Zi'an as if no one else was watching, but they did not dare to be rude or disrespectful.
Knowing that Li Yuan was unwilling to reveal his identity, although Kong Yingda, Li Gang and others quickly came out to greet him, they simply held their hands in front of him and accepted the words with a smile.
"We wanted him to compose a song, but he was so self-conscious that he refused to agree..."
Wang Zi’an:……
Am I being self-conscious?
Sorry, to be honest, I just stood on the shoulders of giants, and I couldn’t get off on my own!
Li Yuan didn't care about him. Hearing this, he turned his head and cursed with a smile.
"Other young people are so high-spirited when they encounter this kind of situation, and they want to show off all their talents. It's better for you. You are so young and you have to hide yourself. It's simply outrageous -"
Zhang Jieyu said with a smile.
"Little brother, your old brother and I are here specifically for you today. You can't let us go in vain..."
Li Yuan and his wife, you said something and I said something, joking there.
Li Gang, Kong Yingda and others couldn't help but join in the booing.
At this age, what could be more satisfying than having a poem in a garden poetry party that you participate in produce a popular poem, or even a classic that can be passed down to future generations?
"Master, let me grind ink for you——"
When the little girl Wu Zetian saw this posture, she immediately geared up.
"Come, let's go together-"
Li Yuan obviously also likes Wang Zi'an, a smart young apprentice, and joins in the fun with a smile.
Wang Zi’an:……
It seems that if I don't memorize it today - well, if I don't write it, I really can't do it.
I'm sorry I don't have much inventory.
Wang Zi'an coughed lightly, stood up slowly, walked to the railing of the pavilion, looked around at the young people who came to participate in the poetry meeting, sighed helplessly, shook his head, and said with a wry smile.
"I didn't mean to steal everyone's limelight, but you are making it difficult for me..."
Cui Zihao, Zheng Guan and others who were standing not far away couldn't help but twitch their mouths when they heard these words.
Everyone in the pavilion took it for granted.
"What's the matter of being in the limelight and not being in the limelight? When you young people get together, you have to learn from each other and communicate with each other in order to make progress together -"
Li Gang didn't know whether it was a real Hutu or a fake Hutu. He squinted his old yellow eyes and followed the booing with a smile.
He is eighty-three years old this year, the oldest among the people, and he is highly respected. When talking about this kind of situation, everyone will naturally respond regardless of what they think in their hearts.
"What Mr. Wen Ji taught is——"
Then they all looked at Wang Zi'an with modest and studious faces, and saluted one after another. Cui Zihao regarded himself as an old friend, smiling and enthusiastic, holding Wang Zi'an's hand.
"On a good day, with beautiful scenery, and full of friends, how can the Marquis of Chang'an tolerate me, a person who is elegant and good at poetry, and come back empty-handed? We are looking forward to the masterpieces of the Marquis of Chang'an, just like we are waiting for the clouds during a severe drought. No matter what today, I still ask the Marquis of Chang'an to give me a lot of advice - —”
"Yes, yes, yes, otherwise we wouldn't be able to agree -"
Zheng Guan followed suit with a cheerful face.
Otherwise, wouldn't it appear that I am narrow-minded and jealous of talents?
With these two people taking the lead, others naturally followed suit.
"You see, it's what everyone expects -"
Li Yuan looked at Wang Zi'an happily.
"If you want to be lazy today, it's impossible..."
Wang Zi'an stood up very simply.
Seeing this, Li Yuan volunteered, rolled up his sleeves and picked up the ink stick.
"Come here, I will grind ink for you..."
Seeing this, Zhang Jieyu couldn't help but chuckle and stepped forward.
"Brother Zian, how about I stretch the paper for you..."
As he spoke, his hand was stretched out politely.
Before Wang Zi'an realized what had happened, Wu Zetian's little girl suddenly pouted and became a little unhappy when she saw that her job had been taken away.
Zhang Jieyu's beautiful eyes moved and she waved to her.
"Little girl, come here, let's--"
There were two beauties, one big and one small. One of them stretched out one side and looked at him with their beautiful eyes. Kong Ling'er looked at Zhang Jieyu and Wu Zetian who were standing opposite Zian and very close to Zian, and couldn't help but hate herself for not living up to expectations.
Originally she wanted to stretch out the paper, but who knew, if she hesitated for a moment, the chance would be gone!
Wang Zi'an didn't know this. He pondered for a moment and then wrote.
After seeing the first sentence, Li Yuan couldn't help but his eyes lit up, and Zhang Jieyu couldn't help but raised her eyebrows and glanced at Wang Zi'an.
The writing is as perfect as ever.
Poetry, as always, is extraordinary.
She couldn't help but hold her breath and look forward to it even more. Before she could taste it carefully, Wang Zi'an was already writing all the words in one go.
The elegant and elegant fonts appear on the paper.
"Zi'an's action is indeed extraordinary. Not only this poem, but this word has a transcendent and fairy spirit - well, I am old and my eyesight is dim, let me see, let me see..."
As soon as Wang Zi'an stopped writing, Li Gang squeezed his cloudy old eyes hard and came over tremblingly.
However, before he could reach out, a big hand reached out first.
Be the first to take the initiative and hold Wang Zi'an's fresh poems in your hands.
"Haha - Mr. Wenji, since your eyes are dim, why not let me - ahem, let me help you take a look..."
Li Gang took a step slower, missed it, and reluctantly looked back.
Seeing this, Kong Yingda couldn't help but laugh and joked.
"Brother Wenji, when did your eyes become blurry? I remember when I went out a few days ago, some people claimed that although they were old, they were still sharp and clear..."
Several other people couldn't help but laugh.
The trick was exposed on the spot, but Li Gang didn't feel dissatisfied at all.
"You dare to say that you didn't have this idea just now——"
Hearing his rhetorical question, several people couldn't help but laugh at each other.
Zi'an's calligraphy treasures are hard to find.
Who in the Tang Dynasty wouldn’t want a pair?
What's more, the emperor studied the ink and Zhang Jieyu stretched the paper for this calligraphy. But just this, if it is spread out, it will become a good story. Unfortunately, they were a step too late and had already been copied by the Supreme Emperor. Several people knew that even if they wanted it, they couldn't fight for it.
He couldn't help but glance at the words Li Yuan held in his hand with regret, and couldn't help but urge him.
"Appreciate the wonderful articles together - don't keep it to yourself, hurry up, let us enjoy it too -"
At this time, Li Yuan reluctantly looked away from the rice paper and glanced at Wang Zi'an who didn't care at all. Without saying a word, he spread out the text in his hand.
