God-level Consort of the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 358 The First Poet of the Tang Dynasty
Yu Shinan, however, murmured to himself, "Brother Shuitou...Shuidiaogetou...others only knew that Uncle Huyi was joking, but they didn't expect that there is a deep meaning in it."

Then, he raised his head and said: "Yu is not talented, and he was called the first poet of the Tang Dynasty, but after hearing this, he immediately felt ashamed. From then on, the first poet of the Tang Dynasty was not Du Homeo belongs to."

"Correct!"

"Although this libretto is not a poem, who doesn't know the name of Du He's great talent!"

The crowd responded.

Someone suggested: "Uncle Huyi County, why don't you write down your libretto so that everyone can have a look. It sounded very nice when you sang just now, but I didn't understand some parts!"

"Yes, please write it down, Huyi county uncle, so that I can wait and see!"

Kindness is difficult.

Duhe walked into the arena and came to a table.

Before he could make a move.

I saw Kong Yingda stepping forward to study ink.

Yu Shinan helped spread the paper.

Beside him, Yan Shigu with gray hair had already handed over the brush.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

What kind of treatment is this?
This salary is too high!

Master Kong studied ink, Master Yan handed over brushes, and Yu Shinan, the first poet of the Tang Dynasty, spread paper.

Such a situation has never happened before.

But this kid Du He not only didn't feel ashamed, but instead looked indifferent, took the brush from Yan Shigu's hand as a matter of course, and began to write on the paper.

He wrote a sentence, and Yu Shinan read it aloud.

"When will the bright moon come?"

"Ask the sky for wine!"

"..."

"People have joys and sorrows!"

"The moon waxes and wanes!"

……

"Nung, moon and new moon!"

A word, finished soon.

Everyone is still savoring carefully.

If the libretto just now was a jug of strong new wine that shocked everyone, then after writing it down now, it is a jug of old wine. Although it is not so violent, it can make people have endless aftertaste.

Not to mention the poems written by the talents who joined the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Club, even the poem written by Yu Shinan before the opening, it seems to be eclipsed now, it is simply yellow mud and suet jade, roasted sweet potatoes and delicious delicacies huge difference.

This poem directly established Du He's status as the first poet of the Tang Dynasty.

But behind the crowd, Changsun Chong, who came back after changing his clothes, leaned over to Empress Changsun, and said in a low voice, "Auntie, this is a wonderful Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Festival. I was sure to win the first place, but now it's a good thing. Du He suddenly fell from the sky. Steal all the limelight, and then I will take the first place, what's the point!"

Empress Changsun was also simmering with anger.

The Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival she carefully planned was to build bridges and roads for her nephew. As long as the eldest Sun Chong can get the first place, there will be no reason for His Majesty not to marry Li Zhi to the Sikong Mansion.

Everything was going well, but Du He came out halfway and turned the Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting attended by everyone into a one-man show. Nandu did not hesitate to hand over the title of the first poet of the Tang Dynasty.

Empress Changsun turned her head and said to Changsun Chong: "Chong'er, don't worry, my aunt will make the decision for you."

……

On the bank of the river near Changlefang.

Seeing that the downstream is almost out of water, and the water surface upstream is close to the height of the iron plate.

Lu Yuan and the others stood guard on the shore, staring at the direction of the palace without blinking.

A craftsman next to him said anxiously: "Boss Lu, I can't wait any longer. If this continues, I'm afraid something will happen. You see, the iron plate is deformed. After half a stick of incense, I'm afraid it will burst. Time, I'm afraid it will lead to disaster!"

Lu Yuan looked at the sky and shook his head: "Of course I know, but... without the order of the young master, even if the majesty is here, don't let us release the water, just wait, the young master must have his own plans, why should I wait?" Worry about it!"

The water level is getting higher and higher.

……

Just when everyone was flattering Du He, they saw Empress Changsun suddenly stepping forward, pointing at Du He, and shouting suddenly: "Come here, take down this pretender who pretends to be a ghost and deceives others."

clap clap.

All the guards around rushed forward, drew their weapons, and rushed towards Du He.

Before everyone could react, the army surrounded Du He.

Du He turned around, looked at Empress Changsun, and asked, "Dare to ask the Empress, what is my crime, Du He?"

Empress Changsun's eyes dodged, and she thought, why doesn't this palace know that you have made a lot of contributions to the Tang Dynasty, and now you are just a child, but for the sake of the eldest grandson's family, there is nothing I can't do.

"Hmph, Du He, you didn't learn well at such a young age, but you learned the ability to pretend to be a ghost, and now you are here to deceive the public and people's hearts, and even His Majesty was almost deceived by you. It's really unreasonable. Take it away!" Empress Changsun didn't give Du He a chance to argue.

Seeing that the imperial guards were about to step forward.

Suddenly, there was the sound of splashing water under everyone's feet.

Everyone lowered their heads and saw that at some point, the water level of the lake had surpassed the Fufeng Garden, and the corridor on the other side had already been submerged.

Everyone was trapped on the island like this.

The water level is slowly rising.

In less than one piece, the lake has submerged the instep.

"Hahaha……"

Everyone was astonished, but Du He burst into laughter.

He glanced around the crowd and said, "Queen, have you seen it? It's not that I, Du He, is pretending to be a ghost. All of this is God's will. God's will is like this. How can you bear it?"

"What God's will, it's nonsense! It's clear that the water outside the city is flooding!"

Du He smiled and asked: "Dare to ask the queen, it has not rained recently, and the surrounding state capitals have not rained, how can the water rise?"

"This……"

Empress Changsun was momentarily at a loss for words.

Du He said again: "This time, God is on my side. No one can recede the flood except me."

"Don't talk nonsense! I want to see how you can recede the flood." Empress Changsun said angrily.

Her majestic master of the harem, her mother respects the world, and she is backed by her eldest grandson's family, but now she is rendered speechless by a young boy's rhetorical question, and she is very annoyed in her heart.

Du He smiled slightly, took out something like a bamboo tube from his sleeve, and pulled a ring at the bottom, aiming at the sky.

call out.

A hiss.

This thing flew into the sky from Du He's hand.

Snapped.

In the air, there was an explosion.

Afterwards, everyone saw that the lake, which had almost submerged their knees just now, receded with a clatter.

All the people present widened their eyes, their faces filled with unbelievable expressions.

I was wondering in my heart how Du He did it.

Now, Du He is not only the number one poet in the Tang Dynasty, but also the number one mysterious person in the Tang Dynasty.

How did it fall from the sky?

How is it possible to step on the water?
Attracting the flood, and letting the flood recede, which sounds unbelievable, actually appears in front of you alive like this, how is this done?
One by one, doubts appeared in everyone's minds.

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(nine more,)

(End of this chapter)