Monument Yangmen

Chapter 75 Changle Wenhui ([-])

The maid handed over the wine again, Yang Yansi took a sip, smacked his mouth, and chanted loudly.

"Dongfeng puts flowers and thousands of trees at night... more blows down... the stars are like rain..."

On Yujie, the girls of Hualou suddenly followed Yang Yansi to recite poems.

"Dongfeng puts flowers and thousands of trees at night, and blows them down, and the stars are like rain..."

Yang Yansi chanted again, "BMW carved cars are all over the road..."

"BMW carved cars are all over the road..."

"The sound of the phoenix flute moves, the light of the jade pot turns, and the fish and dragon dance all night..."

"The sound of the phoenix flute moves, the light of the jade pot turns, and the fish and dragon dance all night..."

"Moth's snow willow golden strands, the laughter is full of dark fragrance..."

"Moth's snow willow golden strands, the laughter is full of dark fragrance..."

"I looked for him thousands of times in the crowd, and suddenly I looked back, but the man was there, in a dimly lit place..."

"I looked for him thousands of times in the crowd, and suddenly I looked back, but the man was there, in a dimly lit place..."

Yang Yansi chanted, and the girls chanted, the voices echoed throughout the entire city of Bianjing.

Shen Lun and other people in the Wan Pavilion looked at Yang Yansi who was leaning on the railing and reciting poems, and murmured.

"Arrogance is unbridled...not human!"

Mr. Shu Ming almost pulled out the beard on his chin, "Thirty poems and twelve masterpieces handed down from generation to generation. Throughout the ages, only Li Taibai can match it."

Zhou Shi stared, "Only Banished Immortals have such a demeanor. Compared with it, the disciples under a certain foot pale in comparison."

Next door to Wan Pavilion.

Chuxing girl was already in tears, she choked up, and said to Aunt Xiang beside her, "Aunt Xiang, have you seen it? This is the man Xing'er likes."

Aunt Xiang's eyes opened brightly, "Heaven's favored son shines everywhere. Even if Aunt Xiang does everything she can, she will help you find this perfect husband."

In the restaurant opposite Changlefang, Princess Qingyu looked at Yang Yansi obsessively.

"If I don't marry you in this life, I will be accompanied by the ancient Buddha with blue lanterns for the rest of my life."

On Yujie, Cao Lin clenched her fists tightly, stared at Yang Yansi, and muttered to herself, "This is the husband-in-law that Cao Lin should have, the best in the world."

Huyan Chijin didn't say a word, but she had already made up her mind.

If you don't marry Yang Yansi, you have to die.

In the palace, the secret agent of the imperial city reported to Zhao Guangyi.

Zhao Guangyi held the poem in his hand and sang softly, "The crowd searched for him thousands of times, and suddenly I looked back, but the man was there, in a dimly lit place... What a poem for the New Year's Eve, I didn't expect it, a 14-year-old boy Young man, you actually have such talent. Why can’t I write such poems, have I read all the books for so many years in vain?”

Wang Jien, who was serving by Zhao Guangyi's side, saw that the emperor was a little jealous of Yang Yansi, so he hurriedly opened up for Yang Yansi with a smile.

"This old slave congratulates His Majesty. This is a great joy! Even the heavens are praising my emperor as the eternal emperor! Comparable to Emperor Qin and Han Wu."

Zhao Guangyi was taken aback for a moment, and asked in confusion, "What do you mean by that?"

Wang Jien smiled and said: "Your Majesty, think about it! This kind of talent is bestowed by the heavens. Otherwise, at Yang Yansi's young age, how could he know so much knowledge. Historically, such people have appeared in peaceful and prosperous times, such as Li Bai, the poetic fairy of the former Tang Dynasty."

Zhao Guangyi thought about it, and it was true, and laughed and scolded: "You are such a fool, you actually know Li Bai, the former Tang poet fairy."

Wang Jien nodded and bowed his waist and said, "It's all thanks to His Majesty. The old slave serves His Majesty every day and listens to His Majesty's reading and writing. Over time, I will know something."

Zhao Guangyi nodded, "I'm very pleased that you, a genius, know how to study. You are right. A genius like Yang Yansi can only be born in a peaceful and prosperous age."

Wang Ji'en echoed: "Your Majesty is diligent in politics, and it will be a peaceful and prosperous world under his rule."

The more Zhao Guangyi thought about it, the more reasonable he felt, and couldn't help but pick up Yang Yansi's poem and read it again, and it had a different flavor when he read it again.

"Suddenly looking back, the man was there, in a dimly lit place... This sentence reminded me of Empress Xiao Zhou. After meeting Xiao Zhou for the first time, I was attracted by her beauty. Unfortunately, she didn't understand my heart." , actually followed Li Yu's useless abolishment..."

Kneeling in front of Zhao Guangyi, the chief secret agent of the imperial city kowtowed and said, "Your Majesty, it's time for the curfew. The common people are gathered outside Changle Square and refuse to leave. I don't know how to deal with it?"

Zhao Guangyi put down the poems in his hand, and said with a loud smile: "Continue to pass the decree, Jin Wu can't help it tonight, I really want to see how many surprises the young talents born in the peaceful and prosperous times under my rule will bring me."

"promise!"

The head of the Imperial City Division did not leave, and continued to report: "Your Majesty Qizuo, the remnants of bad people in the Southern Tang Dynasty and the remnants of Wuyue water ghosts have captured a group of people, but the rest have disappeared."

"The gecko has its tail broken?!" Zhao Guangyi shook his head and smiled, "It's just some rats, they will show their feet sooner or later, you just have to tell your people to watch carefully."

"Go down!"

"promise!"

The head of the Imperial City Division received the imperial decree and went out of the palace to deliver the decree.

Jin Wu can't help it!

People in Bianjing who were afraid of the curfew and didn't go to watch Yang Yansi's poetry reciting also became restless.

High-ranking officials, rich and powerful, traffickers and pawns, even monks and priests from Buddhism and Taoism also rushed to Changlefang.

Seeing the people running on the road, some unknowing people couldn't help but stepped forward and asked.

"Brother, what are you guys doing in such a hurry to the Royal Street?"

"What to do? Go to see the gods!"

"Fairy?! Is there really a god appearing?"

"It is true that a god appeared, a poet fairy came to Changle Square."

"Then I have to go and see."

……

Jin Wu couldn't help it, the night in Bianjing City was completely boiling.

The front of Changle Square was brightly lit, stretching for several miles, crowded with people, shoulder to shoulder.

Yang Yansi, who was at the railing on the third floor of Changle Square, was already drunk and a little confused. He didn't know that because of him, the entire Bianjing city had been stirred up.

After finishing the ten Yuanxi poems, Yang Yansi drank a pot of wine.

As if he didn't feel satisfied, he called the maid again and brought him a jug of wine.

Holding the wine jar, Yang Yansi staggered on the railing on the third floor of Changle Fang, and he might lose his footing at any time and might fall.

The girls in Hualou on Xiayu Street in Changlefang felt very distressed.

One by one scrambled to gather downstairs in Changlefang.

If Yang Yansi fell, they would rather be crushed to death than Yang Yansi fall to death.

Chuxing, Cao Lin, Princess Qingyu, Huyan Chijin...almost all of them followed Yang Yansi's staggering footsteps and became anxious.

Yang Yansi staggered, but did not fall, drinking wine, turned to ask Shen Lun.

"Do you want to continue writing poetry?"

Shen Lun didn't know how to answer, he was too shocked to speak.

Mr. Shuming had already pulled off his beard from his chin, but he still didn't know, so he muttered something.

"One more question...Mid-Autumn Festival!"

　Twelve thousand!Who else? ? ?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)