Everyone got the hydrangea and started to work one after another.
Some were thinking hard and pretending to be reserved, looking left and right~
Even if some young masters from noble families couldn't write it, they would pretend to write something like "Yehui Chunxin Pavilion" or something like that, and then copy it away with their eyes closed.
Some of them were prepared beforehand, picked up paper and pen, wrote an article eloquently, and then installed it carefully.
After all, everyone wants to write a poem that impresses everyone and win the qualification to spend the night together.
It would be perfect if the beautiful girl on the stage could surrender to her charm and recommend herself as a pillow~
Tang Sufan slowly took a sip of water, looked at the looks cast by several people, and felt Qin Huaiying's eagerness.
He said softly: "Come on, Huaiying, just listen to me reading. My handwriting is poor. Whoever's handwriting is better can help me write."
After all, let's forget about his calligraphy. He used the brush improperly and it was just making people laugh.
Qin Huaiying wanted to write it himself, but after hearing this sentence, he turned his attention to Li Qingtang.
Qin Huaiying also said slightly awkwardly: "Um...Cousin Qing, why don't you help me write it."
Most of the idiots here are martial arts practitioners. Although they can read, their writing is indeed not very good.
Even his words can only be said to be barely understandable.
If the prince can sit with you, it's just a favor, and he doesn't have the qualifications to let the prince write.
They also knew that Li Qingtang was both civil and military and had good handwriting.
Li Qingtang smiled "narrowly", looked at Tang Sufan, and said in a clear voice.
"Why don't you, little poetry fairy, help people to the end and write my brother's poem together?"
"Um...my handwriting is really ugly, so you should write it..."
Tang Sufan immediately admitted it. He finally got a reputation as a poet, but he was afraid that his bad handwriting would be exposed.
Then it is a high-priced but low-priced product.
Oh, and you can’t do it~
Li Qingtang smiled a little proudly for no reason.
After a few words of evasion, Li Qingtang still picked up the pen.
This brush is not the world-famous Xuanzhou purple hair, but an ordinary rabbit hair brush.
In the eyes of literati who know how to write, this can only be regarded as inferior.
However, when the pen was held by Li Qingtang's slender fingers, it seemed to be a little more agile for no reason. Perhaps this is the meaning of the legendary "insight".
Tang Sufan cleared his throat, and everyone looked away.
What kind of poem can this little poetry fairy write?
Tang Sufan was seen holding a wine glass, pretending to be thinking, and looking out of the window on the second floor of Chunxin Pavilion.
Slowly and clearly recited: "The sky is filled with mist and the moon is shining in the sky."
Tang Sufan's voice is very clear and refreshing, and when he reads poems, his words are accurate and well-tongued, making people feel like they are taking a breath of spring breeze.
In addition, he was naturally handsome, with eyebrows flying into his temples and eyes like stars, and he looked even more handsome at this moment.
Li Qingtang, who was looking at Tang Sufan's side profile, could not help but tremble in his heart. When he heard this poem, his face changed slightly.
Flattening the paper, I forced myself to calmly write this poem on the paper.
The sky is filled with mist and light rain.
People in the Tang Dynasty used to use small pens with a hard tip. Li Qingtang used the pen tip to move quickly across the paper, leaving a long string of dark ink marks.
It is an extremely delicate regular script, neat and pleasing to the eye.
There was a hint of perseverance in her delicacy, and Li Xiaogong nodded slightly.
The poem is good and the writing is good~
Li Jing did give birth to a good daughter...
Hearing this sentence, the eyes of Qin Huaiying and others also lit up.
Although their literary talents are not high, it does not mean that they cannot understand how high-quality this poem is~
Tang Sufan saw Li Qingtang writing the last word "empty" in small regular script with her hand, pondered for a moment, and then continued to read.
"The Autumn Period of the Silver and Han Dynasties will be the same throughout the ages"
Li Qingtang read it silently in his mind while holding the pen, and then quickly wrote another sentence.
This poem immediately stunned several people, as if people's eyes passed through Chunxin Pavilion and saw the endless bright night sky.
A kind of beauty and insignificance when looking deeply into the starry sky can't help but emerge in the hearts of several people, experiencing a different kind of boldness and romance...
Just the beginning of this poem has already shaken off countless people present.
After all, in the general literary level of the Tang Dynasty, except for some famous Confucian scholars, it was good to be able to write some amazing poems from time to time.
And such stunning verses are simply rare.
Even though Qin Huaiying was full of confidence for a while, even his breathing became quieter unconsciously, for fear of disturbing Tang Sufan's poetry.
After Li Qingtang finished writing, he couldn't help but glance away, and Tang Sufan's eyes happened to be cast over.
When their eyes met, Li Qingtang quickly turned his head, straightened his expression, and took up his writing posture.
Pretending that the glance he gave just now was just to indicate that he had finished writing and to urge Tang Sufan to read on quickly.
Tang Sufan turned back his eyes and chuckled, which was a bit unrestrained and unrestrained. His voice was ups and downs and he continued to read: "Several joys and sorrows, they come together year after year... in this night..."
Several people were stunned, savoring this quatrain carefully, and couldn't get over it for a long time.
Li Xiaogong subconsciously picked up the sweet-scented osmanthus wine and wanted to take another sip, but what he was thinking about was the Chinese Valentine's Day song...
For a moment, after Li Qingtang finished writing the last word, his pen stopped in mid-air, and he put it down for a long time.
After carefully recalling this poem, there is still a lingering sadness lingering in my heart...
The Cowherd and the Weaver Girl look at each other, and their everlasting love seems to be reflected in the eyes of everyone who looks up at the night sky...
"Okay! It must be a quatrain! Tang Xiaolang must be an outstanding literary talent!"
When the poem fell silent, Li Xiaogong could not help but give a heartfelt praise and applaud...
"Okay! Okay!"
Cheng Chumo and these fools all stared with big eyes, patted the table and shouted: "Cow!"
"Cow!"
"Brother Su Fan is such a talented person!"
It seems that among them, only the word cow can express their emotions.
Even though Fang Yiai is the son of the two famous brothers, he actually doesn’t have much ink in his stomach. Apart from being a great talent, he really can’t think of anything else to praise him~
Tang Sufan waved his hand modestly and glanced at Li Qingtang, who was a little confused.
The corners of his mouth are outlined with three points of coldness, three points of low-key, three points of understatement, and three points of indifference to fame and fortune~
Alas, knowledge changes destiny...
After Li Qingtang finished writing, Qin Huaiying took it over solemnly and looked at it again and again, as if trying to spot the flowers on the rice paper.
Then he said to Tang Sufan: "Thank you, brother Sufan!"
"It's just a small matter, quickly put this song "Qixi" in it and give it to your beloved Sister Meiyu..."
Qin Huaiying's face turned red, and then he carefully put the poem into the hydrangea.
After installing it, Qin Huaiying said: "Everyone, if you are willing, please give this hydrangea to Sister Huaiying later..."
Cheng Chumo opened his mouth and asked, "Huh? What are we doing? Can't we compete with you?"
Qin Huaiying glared angrily.
Slowly explained: "The number of these hydrangeas determines the position of the head of the flower maiden. Every time in the Chunxin Pavilion poetry competition, the number of tokens given by everyone determines the position of the head of the hualing behind..."
"Oh~ I see, I will definitely help you!"
Cheng Chumo and others immediately responded by patting their chests, but when they picked up the pen and ink, they looked left and right one by one, and they were a little confused...
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