Obviously, a piece of poetry written by Li Bai, "Dream Wandering Tianmu's Song of Farewell", amazed everyone in Qinghe Garden...
And Tang Sufan also used the last sentence of An Neng to bow down to the powerful, which made me reluctant to hide my face.
Almost all people here are rich and powerful. If you put this sentence together, you may not know what others will think~
Alas, I owe Mr. Bai one more copyright fee~
Everyone was shocked. This magnificent poem seemed to allow them to really see the overseas fairyland that was both real and illusory, brilliant and fluent!
One has to wonder, could he really have seen the wonderland scenery?
And behind the Shenxiao Jiangque and the magnificent fairyland, there seems to be another unfinished artistic conception, which is thought-provoking...
"Okay! Okay! Okay!!!"
Suddenly, the old man in the audience stood up excitedly, clapped his hands, and said three good words in succession with a glowing face.
This person was Yu Shinan, the secretary-supervisor of the current dynasty, and one of the eighteen bachelors who co-managed the Hongwen Hall of the Prince of Qin's Mansion with Fang Xuanling.
His literary talent was one of the best in the dynasty, and he could be so excited that he was speechless. Naturally, we can understand the weight of this poem!
Wang Ji, the great scholar on the side, sighed happily: "Is it possible that such a fairyland really exists?"
Another person also had to sincerely praise: "The genre is amazing and the writing is extraordinary. It must be a masterpiece in the world! It is also a masterpiece that has been handed down from generation to generation!"
Song Yingcai, who was under the ring, and the man who had just scolded Tang Sufan were stunned and stunned, while the others all looked at Tang Sufan with brilliant eyes.
They obviously couldn't connect the ethereal young man with the figure just now who was yelling vulgar words.
After Kong Yingda was shocked, the unhappiness on the old face had long since disappeared, which showed that this boy was really a talented person and his granddaughter had good vision.
Kong Yingda nodded, letting go of the unhappiness on his face, and said, "It is indeed a masterpiece. Tang Xiaolang is really a great talent. Is it possible that such a fairyland really exists?"
Tang Sufan glanced at the shocked people, and thought proudly in his heart, Gee, can our Shixian's poems not be quatrains?
However, he still replied very humbly: "Mr. Kong is so complimentary. Huang Liang is just a dream. Who can tell the truth from the lie?"
Tang Jian, who was beside Kong Yingda, was recalling the sleepwalking Tian Lao who just said goodbye, and praised: "Guys, I think that Tang Xiaolang deserves to be the best in today's Qinghe Poetry Festival, what do you think?"
Several people had no choice but to nod. This poem was simply inferior to all the previous poems. It was not a heavyweight at all. The result was definitely obvious.
Such masterpieces can be left behind in just one dream. No wonder people wake up and get angry and curse. No wonder~
It is normal for a talented person to have a temper...
The leader, Kong Yingda, brushed his beard and sighed with a smile: "Little friend Tang, such a literary talent is probably not a descendant of the Fan family. I wonder who your elders are? Maybe we old men know each other."
Tang Sufan replied: "My parents are both dead, and I am the only one in the family. I have long since lost all my elders."
These words made Yin Qiaoer, who had been watching Tang Sufan, feel a tremor in her heart. The tremor in her heart almost made her want to speak out, but she held it back...
Both parents are dead, yes, he is probably his younger brother Wang Sufan!
Kong Yingda comforted him and said, "Don't be offended, little friend Tang."
Tang Sufan replied with an indifferent expression: "The kid has long been used to it."
"Young Tang, you are such a talented person, why don't you take the exam for a meritorious degree?"
Little friend? !
The juniors present were shocked. Could it be that these five people already treated him on the same level?
"Old sir, I have no interest in officialdom, so I have never had the idea of seeking fame. Besides, I am from a merchant family, so there is no way I can take the exam."
"I see……"
Several bosses pondered, never expecting that such a talented young man could come from a businessman's family.
You know, even old men like them who are about to die in the loess cannot compose a poem of this level~
A poem about traveling to immortality, as if people have really seen the fairyland, it should be the pinnacle of contemporary poetry!
Then Kong Yingda glanced at some of his old friends and said, "Even if I am a merchant, I and a few of my old friends are willing to make recommendations for you. I wonder what you think?"
It would be a blessing if His Majesty could acquire such a talent!
At this time, Song Yingcai stood up with his head set firmly: "Grandpa Kong, no, the court's words come first, and businessmen cannot stand shoulder to shoulder with the court's virtuous gentlemen. Although Tang Sufan is very talented, he cannot break the laws of the Tang Dynasty. I hope Grandpa Kong will You guys should think twice."
Suddenly, Kong Yingda and others stared at Song Yingcai with frowns, until Song Yingcai lowered his head with a guilty conscience.
Don't we know that businessmen are not allowed to be officials? Want you to remind me? !
Could it be that Tietou's skills were learned from that old man Wei Zheng? If you don't wink at all, it's hard to accomplish anything big!
And with Kong Yingda's eyes, he could naturally see the incompatibility between Song Yingcai and Tang Sufan. His praise of Tang Sufan just now was just a soft knife.
Needless to say, the reason for this is probably because of where his granddaughter came from.
But even Tang Sufan refused with a wry smile: "Forget it, thank you gentlemen for their kindness, I really have no interest in officialdom."
When several people saw this, they had no choice but to give up.
Empress Changsun in the crowd also concealed her smile. That day, she heard His Majesty say that this boy Xianyun Yehe had a kind-hearted character and did not care about power at all. She was thinking, are there really teenagers who can do this?
Looking at it now, it is indeed the case.
Li Lizhi, who was in Empress Changsun's arms, raised her head and asked, "Mother, what are you laughing at?"
The current eldest grandson Wugou has no power as the master of the harem. He is just like an ordinary mother playing with her daughter.
She smiled and asked: "Nothing, Li Zhi, what do you think of this big brother?"
Li Lizhi's smiling eyes were like little crescent moons: "This big brother is very funny. He curses so hard. I wonder if I can teach Li Lizhi a lesson..."
Suddenly, Queen Changsun’s face darkened…
However, a group of literary talents who secretly used all their skills for a recommended position were so angry that they itched their teeth.
You said you don’t want to be an official and come here to steal the limelight! Occupy the latrine and don’t poop! damn thing!
Kong Yingda slowly stood up: "Okay, in that case, it seems there is no need to compete... Then I will announce... that the top spot in the Qinghe Poetry Competition will be won by Tang Sufan."
"Mr. Kong..."
At this time, the talented man in the audience who had just launched an attack suddenly said.
"What's the matter?"
The man plucked up the courage and said with a calm expression: "Although Brother Tang said that this poem is a quatrain, he was not a participant in the meeting, and this poem was not written with the title of the poetry meeting in mind. I think..."
Kong Yingda narrowed her old eyes and asked in a deep voice: "What do you think?"
It's not like he has never been young. He has seen too many fights among young people.
"Xiaosheng thinks that if Brother Tang wants to win the poetry competition, he should write a poem based on the title of the poetry competition. Otherwise, I'm afraid it will be difficult to convince the crowd..."
Song Yingcai also followed suit: "Yes, Grandpa Kong, if Brother Tang doesn't write a poem based on the title of the poetry meeting to win the prize, I'm afraid it really can't be justified..."
