The first free king of Tang Dynasty

Chapter 119 Tanabata
Everyone got the hydrangea and started to get busy.

Some are thinking hard, looking left and right pretending to be reserved~
Even if some young masters of the noble family couldn't write it out, they still pretended to write something like "Yehui Chunxin Pavilion" and then copied it.

Some of them have already prepared beforehand, just pick up a pen and paper and write an article eloquently, and then install it carefully.

After all, everyone wants to write a poem that will convince everyone and win the qualification to spend a good night together.

If the beautiful girl on the stage can surrender to her own charm and recommend herself as a pillow, it will be perfect~
Tang Sufan took a sip of water slowly, looked at the gazes of several people, and felt Qin Huaiying's eagerness.

He said softly: "Come on Huaiying, just listen to me. My handwriting is relatively poor. Whoever has better handwriting can help me write."

After all, let's forget about his handwriting, even if you don't handle the brush properly, it's just a joke.

Qin Huaiying wanted to write it herself, but when she heard this sentence, she turned her attention to Li Qingtang.

Qin Huaiying also said a little awkwardly: "Uh...Cousin Qing, why don't you write for me."

Most of the idiots present here are martial arts practitioners. Although they can read and write, their writing is really not very good.

Even his word can only be said to be barely passable.

If the prince can sit with you, it's a face, and he doesn't have the right to ask the prince to write.

Even Li Qingtang, who is both civil and military, and they also know his good calligraphy.

Li Qingtang smiled 'narrowly', looked at Tang Sufan, and said in a clear voice.

"Xiao Shixian might as well help others to the end and write this poem of my brother's."

"Er...my handwriting is too ugly, you should write it..."

Tang Sufan directly admitted that he finally got the title of Little Poetry Immortal. I'm afraid that once this bad character is revealed.

Then it is a product with high price and low price.

Oh, and you won't~
Li Qingtang smiled complacently for no reason.

After a few words of evasion, Li Qingtang still picked up the pen.

This brush is not the world-famous Xuanzhou Zihao, but an ordinary rabbit hair brush.

In the eyes of literati who know how to write, this can only be regarded as not popular.

However, when this pen is held by Li Qingtang's slender fingers, it seems to be a little more agile for no reason. Perhaps this is what the legendary "attraction" means.

Tang Sufan cleared his throat, and they all turned their attention away.

What kind of poems can this little poet make?
I saw Tang Sufan holding a wine glass, pretending to be thinking, looking out from the window on the second floor of Chunxin Pavilion.

Slowly read aloud: "Smoky sky, faint moon, pale sky"

Tang Sufan's voice was very clear and refreshing, and when he recited the poems, his words were correct and round, which made people feel like a spring breeze.

In addition, he was born handsome, with eyebrows flying into his temples and eyes like stars, and he looked even more handsome at this moment.

Li Qingtang, who was staring at Tang Sufan's side face, couldn't help but tremble in his heart. When he heard the beginning of this poem, his face changed slightly.

Flatten the paper, forcefully swiped the pen and wrote this line of poem on the paper.

The sky is full of smoke and light rain.

People in Tang used to use small pens with a hard tip, and Li Qingtang manipulated the pen tip to move quickly on the paper, leaving a long string of dark ink marks.

It is the extremely delicate lower case script, which is neat and tidy, and looks pleasing to the eye.

There is a bit of perseverance hidden in the delicacy, Li Xiaogong nodded slightly after seeing it.

Good poetry, good words~
Li Jing gave birth to a good daughter...

Hearing this sentence, the eyes of Qin Huaiying and the others lit up.

Although their literary talents are not high, it doesn't mean they don't understand how compelling this poem is~
Tang Sufan saw that Li Qingtang had written the last word "empty" in lower case with her hand, pondered for a while, and continued to read.

"Silver Han Autumn Period Wan Gutong"

Li Qingtang read it silently while holding the pen in his heart, and wrote a sentence again quickly.

A line of poetry directly stunned several people, as if people's eyes passed through the Chunxin Pavilion and saw the endless bright night sky.

A kind of beauty and insignificance of looking at the starry sky can't help but emerge in the hearts of several people, experiencing a different kind of boldness and romance...

With just the beginning of the poem, I have already shaken off many people present.

After all, in the general literary level of the Tang Dynasty, except for some famous Confucian scholars, it is not bad to be able to write amazing poems from time to time.

And this kind of stunning verse is simply rare.

Even though Qin Huaiying was full of confidence for a while, even the sound of her breathing subconsciously subsided, for fear of disturbing Tang Sufan's poetry.

After Li Qingtang finished writing, she couldn't help but cast her eyes, and Tang Sufan's eyes just happened to fall over.

The eyes of the two met, Li Qingtang quickly turned his head away, straightened his expression, and settled into a writing posture.

Pretending that his glance just now was just to show that he finished writing, to urge Tang Sufan to read it quickly.

Tang Sufan turned his gaze back and gave a chuckle, a little unrestrained, and continued to read in a cadenced voice: "How much joy and parting hate, every year...in this night..."

Several people were stunned, and they could not recall the taste for a long time after savoring this quatrain.

Li Xiaogong subconsciously picked up the sweet-scented osmanthus wine, wanting to take another sip, but what he was thinking about was the Qixi Festival...

After a while, after Li Qingtang finished writing the last word, he stopped the pen in mid-air and took a long time to put it down.

After thinking about this poem carefully, there is still a lingering sadness lingering in my heart...

The Cowherd and the Weaver Girl look at each other, and the eternal love seems to be reflected in the eyes of everyone who looks up at the night sky...

"Okay! It must be a quatrain! Tang Xiaolang must be an outstanding literary talent!"

When the poem fell silent, Li Xiaogong couldn't help but give a heartfelt compliment, and couldn't help applauding...

"Good! Good!"

These idiots like Cheng Chumo stared wide-eyed, patted the table and shouted: "Bull!"

"Cow!"

"Brother Su Fan is a genius!"

It seems that among the few of them, only the word cow can express their emotions.

Even if the two brothers Fang Yiai are the sons of a generation of celebrities, in fact, they don't have much ink in their stomachs. Apart from great talents, they really can't think of other words to praise others~
Tang Sufan waved his hand modestly, and cast a glance at Li Qingtang who was a little confused.

The corner of the mouth again outlines three points of coldness, three points of low-key, three points of understatement, and three points of indifference to fame and fortune~
Alas, knowledge can change destiny...

After Li Qingtang finished writing, Qin Huaiying took it seriously, looked at it again and again, as if he wanted to stare at the flowers on this piece of rice paper.

Then he said to Tang Sufan, "Thank you, brother Sufan!"

"It's a small matter, quickly put this "Qixi" in it, and give it to your beloved sister Meiyu..."

Qin Huaiying blushed, and then carefully put the poems into the hydrangea.

After putting it on, Qin Huaiying said again: "Everyone, if you like, you can also give this hydrangea to Sister Huaiying later..."

Cheng Chumo asked with his mouth open: "Huh? What are we doing? Can we still compete with you?"

Qin Huaiying glared angrily.

Slowly explained: "The number of hydrangeas determines the position of the leader of the flower actress. Every time in the Chunxin Pavilion poetry competition, the number of tokens given by everyone determines the position of the leader of the flower actress..."

"Oh~ I see, I will definitely help you!"

Cheng Chumo and the others patted their chests in response, but when they picked up the pen and ink, they looked left and right one by one, and they were a little confused...

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