Datang start shocked Li Shimin

Chapter 665
"Brother Zi'an, your little mouth is getting sweeter and sweeter——"

Zhang Jieyu looked at Wang Zi'an, her beautiful eyes rolled around, and she covered her mouth and smiled.

Wang Zi'an, this bastard is called Brother Taishanghuang?

Madam Zhang Jieyu?
This dog thing with no upper and lower ranks!

However, before they took the opportunity to attack, they saw Li Yuan laughing and went up to him, and grabbed Wang Zi'an's arm.

"When I was outside just now, I saw so many people surrounding you. Is there any amazing masterpiece coming out? Come and let me have a look—you won't Writing things, so that I have no new songs to listen to, and I am tired of hearing the clichés in the palace..."

That intimate and casual attitude made everyone's eyelids twitch. Cui Zihao, Zheng Guan and others even secretly withdrew their steps to go out. They were secretly glad that we were steady and did not rush out rashly. .

Because it was outside, Li Yuan traveled in micro-clothes again.

Except for a few people like Cui Zihao and Zheng Guan, the other young scholars did not recognize this old man who suddenly got up.However, seeing that although he is old, he is carrying a beautiful woman with him, walking calmly, and exuding a sense of nobility in his bones. As soon as he appeared, several big men in the pavilion stood up to greet him. abnormal.

Therefore, everyone looked at him, watching him laughing and joking with Wang Zi'an like no one else, but they didn't dare to be disrespectful.

Knowing that Li Yuan didn't want to reveal his identity outside, Kong Yingda, Li Gang and the others came out quickly, but they simply cupped their hands and took the conversation with a smile.

"We wanted him to make a song, but he was so self-absorbed that he refused to agree..."

Prince Ann:  …

Am I being self-absorbed?

I'm sorry, to be honest, I'm just standing on the shoulders of giants, and I can't get off by myself!

Li Yuan didn't care about him, turned his head when he heard the words, and scolded with a smile.

"Other young people, when they encounter this kind of occasion, they are all high-spirited, eager to dig their stomachs and show all their talents, but you are good, you are young, you can't hide yourself, it's outrageous——"

Zhang Jieyu said with a smile.

"Little brother, your old brother and I are here specifically for you today, you can't let us make this trip in vain..."

Li Yuan and his wife, you talk and I talk, joking there.

Li Gang, Kong Yingda and others couldn't help booing.

At this age, what could be more gratifying than having a well-known poem at a garden poetry party that you participated in, and even a classic that can be passed down to future generations?
"Master, I will grind ink for you—"

When the little girl Wu Zetian saw this posture, she was ready to fight.

"Come on, let's—"

Li Yuan obviously also liked Wang Zi'an, a clever little apprentice, and laughed to make fun of him.

Prince Ann:  …

It seems that if I don’t memorize it today—cough, I really can’t do without writing.

Pity my little inventory.

Wang Zi'an coughed lightly, stood up slowly, walked to the railing of the pavilion, looked around at the young people who came to participate in the poetry meeting outside, sighed helplessly, shook his head, and said with a wry smile.

"I didn't mean to steal everyone's limelight, but you are like this, which makes me very embarrassed..."

Cui Zihao, Zheng Guan and the others who were standing not far away could not help but twitch their mouths when they heard these words.

Everyone in the pavilion took it for granted.

"What's not in the limelight? When you young people get together, you have to learn from each other and communicate with each other so that you can make progress together—"

Li Gang didn't know whether he was really confused or fake, he squinted his old yellow eyes and followed him with a smile.

He is 83 years old this year, he is the oldest among the crowd, and he is also highly respected. Speaking of this kind of scene, everyone will naturally respond regardless of what they think in their hearts.

"Mr. Wenji taught—"

Then they all looked at Wang Zi'an modestly and studiously, and saluted one after another. Cui Zihao even regarded himself as an old friend, with a smile on his face, full of enthusiasm, and took Wang Zi'an's hand.

"Beautiful scenery on a good day, full of guests, how can the Marquis of Chang'an let me wait for people who are good at poetry to enter Baoshan and return empty? We look forward to the masterpiece of Marquis of Chang'an, it can be said that it is like looking forward to Yunni in a severe drought. No matter what today, I would like to ask the Marquis of Chang'an to give me a lot of advice—" —”

"Yes, yes, yes, otherwise we can't agree to—"

Zheng Guan followed with a smile on his face.

Otherwise, wouldn't it appear that he is narrow-minded, jealous of the virtuous and capable?
With these two people taking the lead, others naturally followed suit.

"See, it's what everyone expects—"

Li Yuan looked at Wang Zi'an cheerfully.

"Today, if you want to be lazy, that's impossible..."

Wang Zi'an stood up very simply.

Seeing this, Li Yuan volunteered, rolled up his sleeves, and picked up the ink stick.

"Come on, this old man will grind ink for you..."

Seeing this, Zhang Jieyu couldn't help but smiled and walked forward.

"Brother Zi'an, how about I stretch the paper for you..."

As he spoke, his hand has been honestly stretched out.

Wang Zi'an didn't realize what was going on yet, but when the little girl Wu Zetian saw that her job was robbed, she immediately pouted and felt a little unhappy.

Zhang Jieyu turned her beautiful eyes and waved at her.

"Little girl, come here, let's—"

One big and one small, two beauties, each stretched out one side, looking at him with beautiful eyes.Kong Linger looked at Zhang Jieyu and Wu Zetian who were standing opposite Zi'an, who were close to Zi'an, and couldn't help but hate herself for not being up to date.

Originally, she wanted to stretch the paper, but who knew, just hesitated for a moment, and the opportunity was gone!

Wang Zi'an didn't know this, he pondered for a while, then swiped down.

Seeing the first sentence, Li Yuan couldn't help but his eyes lit up, and Zhang Jieyu couldn't help raising his eyebrows slightly, and glanced at Wang Zi'an.

Words, as always, are flawless.

Poetry, as always, is extraordinary.

She couldn't help but hold her breath and concentrate, and looked forward to it even more. Before she could savor it carefully, Wang Zi'an had already done everything in one go.

The handsome and unrestrained fonts appear vividly on the paper.

"Zian's shot is really extraordinary. Not to mention the poem, but just this word, there is a sense of immortality that transcends everything—well, the old man is getting old and his eyes are dim. Let me see, let me see..."

As soon as Wang Zi'an finished his pen, Li Gang tried his best to squeeze his cloudy old eyes and moved over tremblingly.

However, before he stretched out his hand, a big hand reached out first.

Taking the first step, he held Wang Zi'an's freshly released poems in his hands.

"Hehe——Mr. Wen Ji, since you are old and dizzy, why don't you let me—cough cough, let this old man take a look for you..."

Li Gang was a step slower, took a blank copy, and looked away reluctantly.

Seeing this, Kong Yingda couldn't help laughing and joked.

"Brother Wen Ji, when did you lose your eyesight? I remember when I went out a few days ago, some people claimed that although they were old, they still had good eyesight..."

The others couldn't help laughing too.

The trick was exposed on the spot, but Li Gang didn't take it for granted.

"Dare you say that you didn't think about it just now—"

Hearing his rhetorical question, several people couldn't help laughing at each other.

Zian's calligraphy is hard to find.

Up and down the Tang Dynasty, who wouldn't want to ask for a pair?
What's more, the Taishang Huang studied the ink and Zhang Jieyu stretched the paper, but this is a good story to spread.It's a pity that he was a step too late, and had already been copied by the Supreme Emperor. Several people knew that even if they wanted it, they couldn't compete.

Can't help but look at the words in Li Yuan's hand with regret, and can't help but urge him repeatedly.

"Appreciate the wonderful article together—don't want to enjoy it alone, hurry up, let me wait and enjoy it—"

At this time, Li Yuan reluctantly moved his eyes away from the rice paper, glanced at Wang Zi'an who didn't care at all, and without saying a word, unfolded the scroll in his hand.

(End of this chapter)