"No. 50, "To Wang Lun" written by Li Bai!"
"Li Bai was about to set off in a boat when he suddenly heard singing on the shore!"
"The water in Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, and it is not as deep as Wang Lun's gift to me!"
After Ning Fan finished reciting the fiftieth poem, all the talented scholars present had already knelt down, and Emperor Yu also stood up from the seat behind the screen at some unknown time!
"Your Highness, I wonder who this Li Bai is?"
"Is it possible that he wrote all these fifty poems by himself?"
A talented man stood up suddenly, bowed, and asked an excited question. Suddenly, all the eyes of the entire hall were focused on Ning Fan, waiting for his answer!
"I have already said that Li Bai is a good friend of mine. These poems were indeed written by him, but there should be more than fifty of them!"
"I know hundreds of poems!"
"hiss!"
After hearing Ning Fan's words, another gasp of air rang out in the hall. Emperor Yu behind the screen immediately said to Wei Ying who was standing by: "Take my token and ask the secret guard to give it to you before dawn. I found out who Li Bai is!"
"According to the order!"
Wei Ying left in a hurry, and Emperor Yu's eyes showed a hint of contemplation. Regardless of other talents, this poetry talent alone was enough for him to take seriously!
If there are any poetry exchanges with other countries in the future, Li Bai can definitely crush the whole group!
"Your Highness, can these masterpieces of poetry be handed down from generation to generation?"
"Why haven't I heard any of it?"
"How old is Li Bai? Where does he live? Where is he now?"
Seeing the excited look on Shen Li's face, Ning Fan was already prepared and said with a smile: "Li Bai is only twenty years old now. He is at home all over the world and is wandering. He likes to travel to mountains and rivers!"
"I don't even know where I am now!"
Hearing Ning Fan's reply, Shen Li's face showed a deep look of disappointment. After a long time, it turned into a long sigh: "Such a magnificent person, I wish I didn't have the chance to see him!"
"Haha, Mr. Shen, we will meet one day in the future!"
Ning Fan smiled candidly and felt very comfortable in his heart. He did not take possession of Shixian's poems as his own, but recited them after becoming famous!
Although this does not gain the most reputation points, it is the greatest respect for the Chinese sages!
It is a kind of destiny to be able to live another life and summon the ancient and modern Chinese sages to serve for him in the next life!
But as a descendant, he also has a deep respect for the Chinese sages buried deep in his heart!
That is the respect that future generations have for their ancestors and the five thousand years of Chinese civilization!
Ning Fan sat at the top, glanced around, and said with a smile: "Everyone, I have already put forward some suggestions. Should this Daya Poetry Party officially begin?"
Seeing the playful look on Ning Fan's face, all the talented people lowered their heads in shame. A young man with a slender figure and a delicate face smiled bitterly and said: "Brother Wang, it is true as you said, these fifty poems were born. , since then, Li Bai has been the leader in Dayu's poetry world!"
"I'm waiting, I'm ashamed of myself!"
Ning Fan looked sideways and saw that the person speaking was none other than the eldest son of the Prince of Qin, Ning Rulai!
"Hahaha, tonight's poetry meeting is over!"
"It's really wonderful!"
"Second Master, whenever Brother Li sells poems again, you must leave a few for me!"
Zhao Changying's son Zhao Huaiyuan smiled kindly at Ning Fan. Seeing this, everyone around him stepped forward to talk!
"Okay, I agree. I will tell you when I see Li Bai!"
"Thank you!"
Many people stood up directly and prepared their positions. Ning Fan had a smile on his lips. He thought that in just one day, today's poetry meeting in Fengxiang Tower would spread to the capital. By then...
“I don’t know how much reputation I can gain!”
"If one person's head is calculated as one point, it must be 300,000, right?"
"However, we have to find a way to summon Li Bai first!"
After Ning Fan pondered for a while, he looked at the poems written by Qu Hongxiu and Wan Qingyue in front of the case, with a bright light in his eyes!
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty invites you to see me!"
Jing Li walked out from behind the screen, came to Ning Fan, and spoke softly.
"Um!"
Ning Fan responded, said hello to Shen Li and others, and walked towards the screen!
"My son, please see your father!"
"Hmph!"
Emperor Yu snorted softly, with a hint of teasing on his lips: "You are really in the limelight today!"
"Father, this action of my son is all for the sake of the imperial court!"
"oh?"
"My style as a scholar in Dayu is that I like comparison, love false fame, write exaggeratedly, speak frivolously, and like romance..."
"What I am doing now is just to rub off their spirit. It is really a helpless act!"
"Didn't you see... in front of the poems, the sons and ministers were all arrogant, with their nostrils pointing to the sky, but when fifty poems were thrown out, each one looked like an eggplant beaten by frost!"
"After today, they will know what it means that there are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the sky. In time, they will be able to rectify the atmosphere of scholars in Dayu!"
Seeing Ning Fan's righteous expression, Emperor Yu chuckled and looked at him deeply, obviously scorning his words!
"Don't talk about this, tell me, who is this Li Bai?"
"If you take action, it will be fifty classics handed down from generation to generation!"
"Why is this person unknown?"
"Father, your Majesty!" Ning Fan said with a solemn look on his face: "Li Bai and I met on the long street, probably a few years ago!"
"This person likes fine wine, travels around mountains and rivers, behaves wildly, and regards gold and silver as dirt. He is not a person who loves false fame..."
"Um!"
Emperor Yu nodded slightly and said softly: "This Li Bai is a talent. If you see him again, bring him to me!"
"yes!"
"Tell me, why did you come to ruin the Fourth Brother's place?"
Emperor Yu picked up a cup of tea, put it to his mouth, and raised his eyes to look at Ning Fan. The steaming heat covered his eyes, making it impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry!
"Why did your father say this?"
"My son, I came here this time to look for flowers and willows. I didn't expect that by chance, I bumped into my fourth brother's poetry gathering!"
"Yeah?"
There was a trace of suspicion on Emperor Yu's face, and he said calmly: "Now the Nanman delegation is about to enter Beijing. Tomorrow you and Mr. Kong from your residence will attend!"
"Forehead!"
"Father, it's not Mr. Kong, it's Mr. Zhuge, and Kong Ming is his brand name!"
A look of surprise appeared on Emperor Yu's face: "What is a font size?"
"Um...that's...an alias?"
"interesting!"
Emperor Yu nodded thoughtfully and said softly: "Whether it is Mr. Kong or Mr. Zhuge, if there are real materials, I may not be able to entrust you with important tasks!"
"If you are a boastful person, please don't stay with me in the future!"
"Father, I believe in my own vision!"
Ning Fan walked out from behind the screen, secretly trying to figure out Emperor Yu's intentions...
