"Where is it, Brother Liu?"
"Come on, come on, I heard it's still on Dongmen Street!"
"As expected of a little poetry fairy, he published another new poem so quickly! I even heard that ten poems were published in a row, which affected the property market! It's really embarrassing. We really have to hurry up, otherwise we won't be able to get a place in a while!"
"Yes, yes! I am ashamed of myself. I will definitely appreciate the poetry of that little poetry fairy. I will definitely come out on top in the next Zuixiang Pavilion Poetry Competition~"
Two young men and an old man, also wearing Confucian shirts, full of energy and walking fast came forward.
If you look closely, this old man is also the 'confident old man' from Chunxin Pavilion.
"Old man Song, you are the only one who can't learn it. Is it so easy to figure out the rhyme of the little Shixian's poems?"
The old man curled his lips and waved his hand in mockery: "Go away, after all, my writing skills are still slightly better than those of you two juniors!"
Then there was a burst of joking laughter from the two young people.
This old man is always so shameless.
At this time, Wang Yuexin, who was in a daze, suddenly stopped the old man with a slightly red face.
"Old man~"
"Girl, did you call me?"
The old man Song pointed at himself in surprise. He didn't expect such a beautiful little girl to actually call him out in the huge crowd~
Could it be——
Was she moved by my heroic and domineering attitude?
Forget it, I saw that this lady is a lady from your family, I still want legs.
"Old man, can I ask you what happened when the little poetry fairy you just talked about published another poem?"
Wang Yuexin asked in a soft voice, which made the two young people scratch their hearts.
He quickly asked diligently: "Isn't this young lady from Chang'an?"
Judging from the tone of voice that is slightly different from the locals in Chang'an, it is indeed easy to tell that he is not from Chang'an. I am afraid that he is from further away than Gyeonggi Province.
"Yes, the little girl and her father came from Jinyang——"
"Do you know about our famous little poetry fairy in Chang'an City?"
Wang Xinyue's beautiful eyes rolled around and she whispered: "You know, Chang'an's sister also brought me a lot of his poems, so I heard that the two gentlemen talked about the little poetry fairy, so I wanted to ask shamelessly~"
"That's it~"
The two young men looked at each other and cried out in their hearts that it was a pity.
Unexpectedly, I became another loyal fan of Xiao Shixian~
I originally wanted to tell a story about a noble family from another place meeting an unknown talented man from Chang'an, but I didn't expect it to go away.
However, the three of them still said in a good voice: "I heard that Xiao Shixian hung up a piece of paper with ten quatrains on an upstairs building in Dongshi. We also heard about it early in the morning, and we just went now!"
Wang Xinyue's little eyes couldn't help but widen a little, which was really cute.
"Ten quatrains?"
"That's natural. It's common for little poets and immortals to write quatrains in their poems. I heard that during the Qinghe Garden Poetry Festival, quatrains were frequently circulated among talented scholars, and they have already become famous~"
Another young man shook his head, looking respectful and yearning.
"Yes, the little Poet Fairy did not follow literature or enter an official career. He even helped the homeless people in the name of doing business and showed kindness. He is a role model for our generation. I even heard that the sons of the princes of Hejian County worshiped him as their teacher! Many of them worshiped him as their teacher! All the high officials in the imperial court are his friends~"
In this world, there are people who live the way others want most. Tang Sufan is obviously the standard ideal height for a kind of literary and talented scholars in Chang'an...
"Oh, if I were an old man, I would have been like this when I was young~"
In the end, Old Man Song summed it up eloquently, and even put his hands behind his back, raised his head at a forty-five-degree angle and sighed slightly.
He was immediately looked at with disdain and disgust by the two young men traveling with him.
Wang Yuexin was a little distracted when she heard this. This little poetry fairy is really unbelievable...
Last time, Sister Yueying only talked about Xiaoshixian's poetry meeting and her fame. I didn't expect there to be so many stories.
"I wonder how far away Dongmen Street is from here?"
"Go east from here, cross two streets, and then go one street to the north. It's only half an hour's walk—"
"That's it. Thank you three for informing me..."
Wang Xinyue bowed politely and ended the inquiry.
"Why don't you come with us, Miss?"
"No, if I want to go, I still need to ask grandpa to resign, so I won't bother!"
The two young men who still had some slight illusions could only say bitterly: "Okay, let's go first..."
Looking at Wang Yuexin's graceful figure, she walked away with a heart full of emotions as if she had lost a love——
I don’t know when...
The East Gate Street of Chang'an City is already crowded with talented students, and there are even many ladies from famous families, including Yingying Yanyan.
In the middle of Dongmen Street, there are three rows of property markets.
Huge banners were filled with splashed ink characters, and in the middle was a huge ink painting.
Some eyes are looking at the huge painting, and some eyes are looking at the big characters...
Some people looked at the painting and were shocked.
Some people looked at that poem and kept chanting it, exclaiming in admiration.
For a time, the praise for a certain "little poetry fairy" in Chang'an was overwhelming.
There are also many beautiful girls looking at this poem with longing expressions...
"The east wind blows thousands of trees and flowers into bloom at night. It blows down even more, the stars are like whispers, and the car-carved BMWs fill the road with fragrance..."
"The phoenixes are fluttering, the jade pot is spinning, and the fish and dragons are dancing all night long."
"The moths are covered with golden strands of snow and willows, and the laughter is full of hidden fragrance."
"The crowd searched for him thousands of times, but suddenly I looked back, and there he was, in a dimly lit place..."
Among them, the biggest piece of red cloth is written vertically with a poem "The Green Jade Case - Yuanxi" written by Xin Qiji, which was also a poem written by Tang Sufan at the Qinghe Garden Poetry Society.
This poem has long been famous in Chang'an, as a first-class poem about romance, beautiful scenery, and the love between children.
However, the signature in the lower right corner was still changed to Chang'an Tang Sufan by an unknown shameless person——
The most eye-catching thing among them is that on the red cloth, there is a painting of a woman in a long skirt who looks forward to her glory. She has a beauty mark in the corner of her eye. Her eyes are soft for thousands of years, and she can see through the world of mortals in one glance -
Against the background of red cloth, it looks a bit enchanting, a bit soft, and a bit otherworldly...
What is even more shocking is that such clearly visible, immersive and real-life paintings belong to different Tang Dynasty paintings, and these paintings are as if they were seeing real people!
This is the first time in the entire Tang Dynasty!
It’s even unheard of and unseen before!
Is there such a person in the world who can advance his art of painting to this level? It’s incredible!
Many people stood in the middle of the street and were shocked!
The entire Dongmen Street was surrounded by people, crowded, crowded, and very lively!
It’s quite shocking!
"What, who painted this? It's unexpected! It's unexpected!!!!"
"Who else can draw it? Look at the bottom of the painting. It was clearly painted by the little poetry fairy."
"Hey, little Shixian still has such ability?"
"As expected of the little poetry fairy!"
"This woman's painting is so beautiful..."
Many people even opened their round eyes, pointing to the picture hanging in the middle of the building and talking stammeringly!
After all, in front of the abstract ancient paintings, this kind of realistic painting has a huge impact on today's people's concepts!
“Madam, this, this, this—could this be what the little poetry fairy painted?!!”
The maid behind Wang Xinyue's little eyes widened, and the master and servant finally found a place on Dongmen Street.
When they saw the huge painting, both the master and the servant were stunned and lost their minds.
As soon as I entered Chang'an, I was exposed to a harsh exposure to the world——
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(End of chapter)
My original name was Wang Yuexin, but after some thought I changed it to Wang Xinyue.
(End of chapter)
