Monument Yangmen

Chapter 74 Changle Wenhui ([-])

Yang Yansi choked for a moment, and muttered, "Listen up..."

"...No flowers and no wine to pass the Qingming Festival, the interest is as calm as a wild monk...Yesterday the neighbor begged for a new fire...Dawn window distribution and reading lamp..."

As soon as this poem came out, the three of Shen Lun were in an uproar.

A mouth is a masterpiece.

Yang Yansi didn't stop talking, and continued to compose poems, to be precise, he was copying poems.

"...Peaches and plums smile during the festive Qingming Festival...No fields and barren mounds are full of sorrow...Thunderstorms shake the world, dragons and snakes sting...The rain is enough to make the grass and trees soft in the suburbs...People beg for sacrifices to Yu Jiao's concubine...Scholar Gan burned to death for an unjust prince...The virtuous Yu Qianzai knows who is... the eyes are full of shabby eyes..."

Zhou Shi muttered to himself, "The work handed down from generation to generation far surpasses the Duan Yang poem just now..."

Although Mr. Shuming is at odds with Shen Lun, his integrity is still guaranteed in literature.

"Not only is it far superior, it's a difference between cloud and mud... This old man underestimated this kid."

A smile finally appeared on Shen Lun's cheeks that had been livid for a long time, and he quickly ordered the maid who was transcribing behind him to spread the two poems quickly.

Yang Yansi still didn't stop.

"...when the swallows come to Xinshe...the pear blossoms are behind Qingming..."

"..."

"... Su Yi, don't let the wind and dust sigh... It's still possible to get home after Qingming..."

"..."

"...The first time the internal officials bestowed Qingming Huo...the prime minister gave free money..."

"..."

"...it's warm at first but it's still cold...it's only when the wind and rain come later...the courtyard is lonely and it's almost clear...the wine in the remaining flowers...it's last year's illness again..."

……

There are seventeen songs in a row, one after another, each of which is a masterpiece.

The three of Shen Lun were already speechless in shock, and the number of maids responsible for copying behind them had increased from one to three.

The students and gentlemen in Wan Pavilion had already surrounded him, and everyone stared at Yang Yansi like a monster.

Chu Xing and Aunt Xiang who had been watching Yang Yansi in the next room were also shocked.

Chuxing clenched his fists tightly, as if he was proud of Yang Yansi.

Aunt Xiang couldn't help blurting out, "Such a talent, no wonder you fell in love with him. If Aunt Xiang was dozens of years younger, she would definitely marry him..."

All the guests in Changle Fang also rushed to the Wan Pavilion on the third floor, wanting to witness Yang Yansi's demeanor.

The news in Changle Square spread, and the city of Bianjing was completely sensationalized.

After all the girls in the flower building were well-dressed, they went straight to Changle Square, they all eagerly wanted to have a look at Yang Yansi.

The families of the dignitaries and dignitaries have quickly dispatched their stewards, servants, and servants to the Changle Square to inquire about the news.

When the matter reached the princess mansion, Princess Qingyu knocked over her most beloved vase and ran out of the mansion in a hurry, the guards quickly followed behind.

When the matter reached Cao's mansion, Cao Lin immediately called a soft sedan chair and carried herself to Changlefang.

The matter spread to Huyan's mansion, Huyan Chijin snatched the BMW from the elder brother's hand without saying a word, stepped on it and ran out of the mansion gate.

When the matter spread to the Yang Mansion, Yang Ye waved his hand and called on everyone in the Yang Mansion to go to Changle Square to cheer for Yang Yansi.

……

The matter spread to the Grand Master's Mansion...

The matter spread to the prime minister's mansion...

The matter spread to the prince's mansion...

The matter finally spread to the palace. Zhao Guangyi squeezed the secret report in his hand, his face was full of astonishment, and after a long silence, he ordered the secret agent of the Imperial City Secretary who was kneeling in front of him.

"If there is a new work, send it to the palace quickly..."

Seventeen masterpieces, written by one person, attracted the attention of the whole city.

Anyone who knows something about poetry unknowingly flocks to Changlefang.

The entire Royal Street in front of Changle Square was full of people after a quarter of an hour.

However, Yang Yansi in Changlefang is still writing poems.

"Duanyang..."

"...Sweat lightly permeating Biwan...Dragon Boat Festival in Ming Dynasty bathing Fanglan..."

"Chongyang..."

"...the Double Ninth Festival is coming again... Jade Pillow Gauze Kitchen... It's cold in the middle of the night..."

"...When is today's wine... suddenly to the flowers in the hometown..."

……

Shen Lun and the others looked at Yang Yansi, with trembling lips, they faintly uttered two words.

"Yuanxi..."

Hearing these two words, Yang Yansi was obviously taken aback, waved his hand, and shouted, bring the wine.

The maid handed over a jug of wine, Yang Yansi grabbed the jug and poured it down his throat.

"Last year's Yuan Eve, the flower market lights were like day... the willows on the moon, people made an appointment after dusk... this year's Yuan Eve, the moon and lights are still... I don't see people from last year, tears wet the sleeves of spring shirts..."

Mr. Shuming bit his lip in horror, and said dumbfounded: "...another masterpiece handed down from generation to generation... Shunyi, where did you find such a little monster?"

Zhou Shi was equally astonished, "27 masterpieces, eleven of which are handed down from generation to generation, even if Li Taibai is resurrected, it's nothing more than that?"

Shen Lun's lips trembled, and he muttered, "The old man seems to have said something wrong..."

Shen Lun regretted it, he really regretted it, he had known that Yang Yansi's talent was so high, he would not have said that he could do as much as he wanted.

Yang Yansi's current performance can no longer be described as a child prodigy.

This is completely monstrous...

Taking Yuan Xi as the theme, Yang Yansi wrote nine poems. He seemed to feel that staying in Wange was too boring, so he threw away the empty jug in his hand, took off his coat, and stumbled to the fence on the third floor.

Outside the fence on the third floor is Yujie Street, which is already full of densely packed people.

Protected by the guards, Princess Qingyu was sitting in the opposite restaurant, and when she saw Yang Yansi's figure, a light flashed in her eyes.

Cao Lin stood at the end of the street under the protection of the generals and Qubu at home, staring at Yang Yansi quietly. Ever since Yang Yansi appeared, her eyes had never left her eyes.

When Huyan Chijin saw Yang Yansi appear, he jumped on the horseback, he wanted to get closer to Yang Yansi.

Yang Ye formed a circle with all the people in the Yang Mansion, stared at Yang Yansi who appeared upstairs, and said something to She Saihua who was beside him.

"There are no regrets in this life!"

She Saihua had already burst into tears, choked up and said, "Qilang...is a good boy."

Only Yang Yanhui looked calm, shook his head and said with a smile: "After tonight, I'm afraid the threshold of our Yang Mansion will be broken..."

Everyone stared at Yang Yansi who suddenly appeared on the third floor.

"Young Master Yang Qi..."

I don't know who recognized Yang Yansi's identity, so he made it clear.

Everyone on Yujie shouted.

"Young Master Yang Qi!"

"Young Master Yang Qi!"

"Young Master Yang Qi!"

……

The shouts resounded throughout the entire Imperial Street and throughout the entire city of Bianjing.

Everyone in Bianjing City heard the name of Mr. Yang Qi when the moon was rising tonight.

Yang Yansi was in a daze, and waved his hand when he saw that the people below were listening too much.

"Hello! Hehe..."

After hiccupping, Yang Yansi shouted: "Bring more wine!"

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