Xiao Yan continued to look at Yu Shinan, Kong Yida and others with an arrogant expression, and said disdainfully: "Huh, I don't want to participate in such a boring poetry meeting."
The purpose of self-destruction has been achieved, and there is no point in continuing to stay here.
Wei Zhou shook his head secretly.
The great Zhou Dynasty has no room for a proud man of heaven.
What a pity.
Kong Yida was very angry. This was the first time for him to meet such a rebellious student as Xiao Yan after he had served in the Imperial Academy for so many years.
"Hurry up and don't go to any poetry gatherings in the future, so as not to be embarrassed!"
To be able to become the contemporary head of the Kong family, Kong Yida is not a pedantic person, nor does he not understand what Xiao Yan did.
Can a masterpiece like "Xia Ke Xing" be easily bought?
Kill one person in ten steps and leave no trace in a thousand miles. When the matter is over, he brushes off his clothes and goes away, hiding his merit and fame.
Just ask.
Is there any talented person in the world who can write such a masterpiece?
Only Xiao Yan, the prince of Xiliang, who guarded Yumen Pass with one man, one gun and one horse, was worthy of such courage.
Why did Xiao Yan, the prince of Xiliang, who has been known as a child prodigy since he was a child, and can also be called the Qilin Son of the Great Zhou Dynasty by the world, write such a limerick to embarrass himself at the Winter Solstice Poetry Festival?
Kong Yida could also quickly see that, after all, people's prejudices are equivalent to a big mountain.
Xiao Yan's demeanor back then has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Not many people really understand the truth, but after understanding it, they have to admire this great Zhou Qilinzi.
Kong Yida is also a pity. As the head of the Kong family and the Imperial Academy of Zhou Dynasty, he also loves talents!
It is rare to meet the King of Xiliang once in a hundred years, but it is rare to meet the Qilinzi in a thousand years.
But this great Zhou Dynasty has no room for such a young talent and the pride of heaven.
Kong Yida saw it.
Therefore, he also stepped forward and cooperated with Xiao Yan to perform such a performance.
However, the old fox is becoming more and more shrewd, but the little white rabbit cannot see clearly. His mind is filled with talents and beautiful women who are famous in history. How can he tolerate Xiao Yan being humiliated and criticized at this Winter Solstice Poetry Party.
Just when Xiao Yan turned around and planned to leave Plum Garden and go to the gambling house to disperse his wealth and act like a dandy, he didn't look like a fake.
A voice came from behind.
"Wait!"
When Xiao Yan heard this voice, his heart skipped a beat.
Bad dish.
"This is obviously not your manuscript, Prince!"
"I have seen your font, which you call the thin golden font. It is vigorous and powerful, with a beautiful sky and bones. The strokes are delicate, and the handwriting is thin and strong, with hidden edge."
"In my opinion, your thin gold body already has the image of a master. The words in the manuscript tonight look ordinary and are not your handwriting."
Kong Ziyan took two steps forward, stood beside Kong Yida, and spoke quickly.
After saying that, he directly picked up the pen and wrote a word on the paper.
She wants everyone in the Plum Garden to see that Xiao Yancai is not that kind of mediocre person, and is not someone you can laugh at.
Xiao Yan turned around and saw what Kong Ziyan was writing on the paper. His face suddenly changed, and he stood up like a fairy, floating on the water and disappearing without a trace. Everyone only saw Xiao Yan, the prince of Xiliang, floating on the ground with his toes. When he arrived on the stage, he landed next to Kong Ziyan.
Then... Xiao Yan, the crown prince of Xiliang, reached out and hugged Kong Ziyan directly, then tapped his feet lightly and flew out of the table. He reached the door of the hall in three steps and disappeared under the afterglow of the warm sun.
Everyone in the audience was stunned.
Many princesses, ladies, and talented girls from aristocratic families looked at Xiao Yan holding Kong Ziyan in his arms and disappearing into the afterglow of the sun, their eyes filled with envy and admiration, with stars in their eyes.
How they hoped that it was her that Xiao Yan, the prince of Xiliang, was holding!
They also want to try the feeling of being held and flown by such a stunningly beautiful man. That must be wonderful, right?
"Zi Yan..."
Kong Yida stood there dumbfounded.
He just blinked twice, and in the blink of an eye, his daughter was held by a man and flew away.
How unreasonable!
He angrily tried to find someone.
But I heard Wei Zhou shouting from the side: "Good words!"
On the other side, Yu Shinan also came over and looked at the words on the paper, excited.
"Vigorous and powerful, beautiful in nature, playful and amiable, delicate in strokes, thin and strong in handwriting, with hidden edge."
"It's indeed a good word!"
"Already he has the image of a master."
Say it.
He actually reached out, quickly twisted the piece of paper, and hid it in his sleeve.
Wei Zhou looked at Yu Shinan in disbelief, "Old man, your hands are fast enough!"
Kong Yida was stunned for a moment and looked around.
Good words?
What good word?
Yu Shinan stroked his beard and said to Wei Zhou, "Brother Xuancheng, I owe you a favor."
"When I see such good words, I just feel that I have no regrets in this life."
"You also know that my good calligraphy is as good as my destiny. Such calligraphy as the image of a master is rare in my life. I am lucky today and will die in peace."
Wei Zhou secretly regretted that he was a step too late, but it was not easy to continue fighting with Yu Shinan at this time.
"A sword is given to a hero, and a good calligraphy is given to a famous scholar."
"Since Brother Bo Shi likes it, I will give it to you."
Kong Yida was still a little unaware and asked, "What are you talking about?"
Yu Shinan looked at Kong Yida enviously and said impatiently: "If you want to know, go back and ask your daughter."
If I had known earlier, I would have asked my daughter to work as a teaching assistant in the Imperial College. Who knows, she would have learned the master's calligraphy.
Only with Yu Shinan's reminder did Kong Yida come back to his senses.
yes!
My daughter was just... taken away by the Prince of Xiliang.
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When does the sun set?
Chang'an City is even more lively in the winter afternoon. The long street is busy with traffic, and the east and west cities are even more crowded.
After the winter solstice, the weather gets colder and colder.
Wealthy families in the Central Plains have a relatively high demand for blankets, fleece jackets, wolf hair coats, and tiger skin coats produced in the Xixia, Turkic, and Northern Liao countries.
At the same time, the three northern countries have a relatively high demand for tea, salt, cloth, coal, etc. from the Central Plains, and they will all be busy purchasing them at the end of the year to survive this cold winter.
Next to the Plum Garden is a restaurant, and there is also a small garden on the north side of the restaurant, with apricot trees planted in it, which are now bare.
Under the southeast corner of Yuanzi, Kong Ziyan, wearing a furry coat and skirt, leaned tightly against the cold wall, folded her hands on her chest, and stared at Xiao Yan closely.
There was some fear and some stubbornness in those watery eyes, with an expression of 'I'm right'.
Xiao Yan supported the wall with one hand and gave Kong Ziyan a wall-dong. The afterglow of the setting sun shone on half of his cheeks.
Each eye contains golden light.
At the same time, there was some outrage.
"Didn't we agree not to show our thin gold bodies to others? Isn't this a secret between the two of us?"
"You have let me down too much."
