Sir, I bought today’s Datang Weekly. "
As soon as Yu Shinan returned home from the Yamen, a servant came in with a newspaper.
This was what he specifically told me when he went to court this morning.
"Put it there!" Yu Shinan pretended not to care, and then picked up the teacup, which was given to him by the prince.
He was also the prince's teacher, so the prince would send some things over from time to time.
This time the tea suited his taste quite well.
After drinking two sips of tea lightly, he saw the servant close the door of the study room and go out. The old man came to the table with a brisk pace and picked up the newspaper.
It turned out that he had submitted two manuscripts, but both times used his real name.
Later this time he wrote a good poem, and suddenly wanted to change his name and submit it.
They say old kid, old kid, that's what he is talking about.
It's just that he forgot to ask someone to copy it, and his handwriting was recognized by Li Chengqian at a glance.
When you open the newspaper, you don’t need to read the first two pages. Those matters have been discussed countless times in the DPRK and China.
Go directly to the poetry version of the third edition.
"What are your thoughts on stargazing in Xiahe Village last night"?
What the hell is this?
It’s not my own poem?
But when I asked a student at the printing office in a roundabout way the day before yesterday, he clearly said that this issue was his poem!
Okay, I didn’t use my real name, so someone found some connections to write down my poem?
Yu Shinan was a little angry. He had never argued for anything in his life, but he was quite strong in this poem.
He wanted to see who it was, so he used such a childish title, and was he still stargazing? Which kid wrote it?
"Last night the stars and the wind were on the west side of the painting building and on the east side of Gui Tang."
Hey, these two sentences are a bit interesting. When Yu Shinan closes his eyes, he can feel the night falling, the stars twinkling, and the cool breeze in the poem. A night intoxicated by the spring breeze, lingering with the warm atmosphere of tranquility and romance.
I have to say that this person is quite capable. In just two sentences, he can describe the environment so that the viewer can be so immersed in it.
But writing poetry is not just about describing the scenery, you also have to look at what happens next.
Yu Shinan admitted that this beginning was good, but it might not be better than his own poem.
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So I opened my eyes and looked at the second sentence.
"I don't have the wings of a colorful phoenix, but I have a clear mind!"
The hand that was still holding the tea cup shook, and the tea soaked half of his clothes, but Yu Shinan didn't notice it at all.
"I don't have the wings of a colorful phoenix, but I have a clear mind..."
Yu Shinan read it again unconsciously, but always felt that this poem contained endless charm.
Just reading was not enough, so I hurried to the desk again. I didn't even have time to polish the ink, so I poured some water into the remaining ink from yesterday, and then wrote quickly.
I wrote these two lines of poetry seven or eight times to fill the entire piece of paper in front of me before I threw away the pen.
He burst out laughing in the study: "What a poem! What a poem! What a masterpiece! I didn't lose unfairly!"
He didn't even need to read the last two sentences of the poem. Based on these two sentences, he dared to say that this poem could be passed down through the ages.
Let’s go back and look at the title of the poem, Stargazing in Xiahe Village...
Below Shanghe Village is Xiahe Village. The only person who can go to Xiahe Village to watch the stars and write such poems is probably Tang Ping, the Marquis of Yinshan.
Yu Shinan was not the only one to see this poem. Wang Qingluan was also holding a newspaper at this time.
"Miss, who are you saying that Mr. Tang, who is wearing a colorless phoenix with two flying wings, has a clear understanding of his mind?"
Cui'er asked with a teasing smile.
"Who knows who he is talking about? He has so many confidantes, the great Khan of the Turks, Gu Xiaotang, the most beautiful woman in Chang'an, Yun Wuyue, anyone could be there!"
"Oh, Miss, how come you've learned to be jealous now!" Cui'er's nails dug on the word Caifeng: "Caifeng, Caifeng, should Mr. Tang just write Luanfeng directly?"
Wang Qingluan rolled his eyes at her, then carefully put the newspaper away: "I'm too lazy to tell you!"
On this day, all the talented men and beauties in Luoyang, Chang'an, had the same sentence on their lips: "If you don't have the wings of a colorful phoenix, you will have a clear mind!"
Naturally, the Xiahe Village in the title of this poem became the center of everyone's conversation.
"Do you know where Xiahe Village is?" A student asked at a poetry meeting.
Spring is about to begin, and there are so many students coming to Chang'an. In addition to the few poor students accepted by Shanghe Village in Tang Ping, there are also quite a few who come from aristocratic families.
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One thing these students have in common is that they are rich.
I naturally call my friends every day, and there is a poetry club in the east and a literary club in the right.
Many of them are students from other places, so naturally they don't know where Xiahe Village is.
"We have a famous place in Chang'an called Shanghe Village. I don't know if it has anything to do with Xiahe Village!"
In fact, there are many local scholars in Chang'an who don't know where Xiahe Village is. This is not surprising. At least when Tang Ping was in modern times, he didn't know what villages were under the city where he lived.
What's more, it was in the Tang Dynasty where information was even less developed.
But at least this group of people had a direction, and they heard that Shanghe Village was quite famous, so they drove towards Shanghe Village with their companions in their car.
Sure enough, when we reached the intersection, we saw a big sign indicating the direction to Xiahe Village.
"Since Shanghe Village is also famous, why don't we go to Shanghe Village on the way?" A scholar pointed to the front and said, "Isn't this the road to Shanghe Village?"
"No!" Someone stopped him: "Brother, you haven't been back to Chang'an for a while, right? Although Shanghe Village is known as a paradise outside Chang'an City, it's better to go less often."
"Why is this?" The other students were curious. They were all from aristocratic families. This Shanghe Village was not an imperial village. They had never heard that they couldn't go to ordinary villages.
"Because Shanghe Village is the territory of Yinshan Hou Tang Ping!"
As soon as he said this, the few scholars who were looking curiously in the direction of Shanghe Village stopped in their tracks.
Although most of them have never met Tang Ping, they have eaten at the food and wine at Xihe House, and have gone shopping at Wangshu House with their female companions. As for Tang Ping's deeds, they have heard a lot.
As a son of an aristocratic family, who hasn't been taught at home not to mess with Tang Ping?
The legitimate son of the Li family in Longxi had seven bones broken by Tang Pingsheng. In the end, Tang Ping was fine, and Li Zhao, who had his bones broken, was kicked out of the Li family.
In the hearts of these aristocratic families, Tang Ping is already the most untouchable person among young people. He even ranks first, surpassing the current prince.
After all, the prince had to go through the law before he could take action, but Tang Ping would directly hurt someone if he got angry!
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