Tang Dynasty good father-in-law

Chapter 21 Why Don't Men Wear Wu Hooks!
"Lingyan Pavilion is said to be placed in the Sanqing Hall of the Imperial Palace."

"It is said that His Majesty also invited Duke An Xuan to write an inscription in person, and those who make the list are boundless honors."

"That's right, Duke Anxuan hasn't written an inscription for many years. I don't know what words will be left this time."

There are voices of discussion everywhere in Chang'an, there are envy in the words, and there are also inscriptions looking forward to Duke Anxuan.

From this we can see the influence of An Xuangong among the scholars, and even some caravans or scholars waited in Chang'an for a few days, and they were already planning to leave Chang'an.

Shu An didn't know the result of the location drawing, and there must have been joy and displeasure, but in any case, it could only be due to lack of luck.

"It's been a long time since I practiced calligraphy."

Shu An whispered softly, as the saying goes, writing is like a person, as a person of later generations, he will naturally not forget the importance of calligraphy.

The Tang Dynasty mainly used it as a font, but it is also divided into various types, and as a person of later generations, his Kai body is somewhat different from that of this era.

But it doesn't matter, because if you are self-contained, you are either a mediocrity or a genius, and his words naturally belong to the latter.

In addition to Confucianism, he is also a recognized master of calligraphy, of course, this is inseparable from his decades of hard training.

On the stone table in the courtyard, Laifu was slowly rubbing ink beside him. As a former school boy, he was no stranger to this job.

It can even be said to be handy, while Shu An is adjusting his own state. As a time traveler, you can know nothing, but Wen Chao Gong is a necessary skill.

They are all from nine-year compulsory education. You are not required to be familiar with three hundred Tang poems, but you can still know twenty or thirty.

This time, Shu An wrote a poem he liked. Of course, if it was a psychological burden to be a copyist at the beginning, then there is no burden at all now.

A gleam of light flashed in Shu An's eyes, and then he wrote down the pen, and the pen flew like a dragon and snake like a cloud and flowing water, and it was done in one go.

"Why don't you bring the Wu hook and collect the fifty states in Guanshan. Please go to Lingyan Pavilion for a while, if you are a scholar, you will have tens of thousands of households!"

Xue Rengui on the side read the whole poem silently, and the more he read it to the end, the more excited his face became, as if there was a kind of blood surging, wanting to go to battle to kill the enemy, make contributions, and climb to the Lingyan Pavilion.

Looking at the words he wrote, Shu An couldn't help but nodded with satisfaction, this should be the time he felt in the best state.

With the increase of age, his font seems to return to the basics with the change of mentality. Presumably, if it is placed in later generations, this adverb and poem should be at the level of national treasures.

About this poem was written by Li He in the middle and late Tang Dynasty, but it has not yet been born.

There were even rebellions, and they were dispatched by the central government continuously, but the words used here can completely change the meaning, that is, the founding of the country to take over the land of the Sui Dynasty and end the troubled times.

Under this background, this poem is already completely sublimated, and the Lingyan Pavilion behind it is even more appropriate.

"Rengui, take the badge of being a teacher and send this word to the palace, saying it is An Xuan's inscription for Lingyan Pavilion."

Shu An's eyes flickered and he said softly, this poem should be regarded as a poem in the Tang Dynasty. Don't think that there will be no war after Zhenguan.

The breakthrough has not been destroyed, Korea has not yet been conquered, and there are many alien races outside the customs. This ambitious emperor is in his youth.

"is teacher!"

Xue Rengui said with a hint of excitement, as if he took the rice paper devoutly, carefully packed it in the bamboo tube, then turned and walked out the door.

In the past few times, either the teacher lived without him or he was in Chang'an City, he never met His Majesty today.

This made Xue Rengui have a little regret. Facing this current emperor, countless people want to see the beauty of the sky, even he is no exception.

"Master, Rengui still needs training."

Looking at the disappearing figure, Laifu couldn't help saying, in fact, he already regarded Xue Rengui as his nephew.

I also know Xue Rengui's thoughts, but to do things for the master, just do your duty, don't think too much, the master who should come will never treat you badly.

"It's okay, it's just a teenager's heart, not to mention it's not bad to see the market."

Shu An shook his head slightly and said, the boy still needs to be tempered, but he already has his own ideas.

Isn't the current His Majesty who started the South and North Wars when he was more than ten years old, and the Tang Dynasty was still walking steadily back then.

As for Xue Rengui, it doesn't matter if he fails, he can still afford it, and Datang can also afford to lose.

"Laifu, prepare some meals."

"Also, you're in your 40s, and you haven't married a wife yet."

Shu An's voice continued to sound, but this time the target fell on Lai Fu.

"Master, you haven't married a wife yet, how dare Laifu marry first."

A trace of embarrassment appeared on Laifu's face and he said, in fact, Laifu is very satisfied with his current life.

At the beginning, he was just a refugee who almost starved to death. It was the master who saved him, taught him how to read and write, and had enough food.

There are even foods that today's emperors cannot eat. For Laifu, this is the greatest luck.

Even if he didn't marry a wife, it was not unacceptable to Laifu. After all, he was an orphan himself and had no idea of ​​passing on the family line.

Shu An shook his head slightly, because the system caused him to have no wife and no children. As for now, he didn't think too much about it.

While the two were talking, Xue Rengui was heading towards the palace at high speed, a poem could make his blood boil.

Even Xue Rengui can only say that this is the teacher, the famous An Xuangong, only he can write such poems.

Of course, it was fortunate that Shu An didn't know what his student was thinking, otherwise he would just blush.

He can barely be regarded as gathering the essence of several eras. It may not be a big deal in modern times, but in this era he is the only one in the world.

Imperial study room

Li Shimin and a group of important officials are discussing memorials from various places. As winter approaches, it is another problem for the people to spend the winter.

"Your Majesty, Xue Rengui, Duke An Xuan's disciple, has come with an inscription written by Duke An Xuan."

But at this moment, a young eunuch hurried over and said respectfully, and everyone present couldn't help but stop for a while.

"Let him in."

Li Shimin said with a hint of interest in his eyes, even if he had to admit that his cheap father-in-law is not inferior to anyone in terms of talent.

Several ministers present also glanced at each other, looking forward to it in their hearts, after all, Lingyan Pavilion has a lot to do with them.

(End of this chapter)