The first free king of Tang Dynasty

Chapter 121: Young Master Ling Is Really Talented

After several trials and tribulations, many people's poems were written out slowly.

After a quarter of an hour.

Crowds of people began to deliver hydrangeas to the flower singers on the stage.

Within a short while, hydrangeas were hung on the wooden boards behind the flower buds in the stands.

Among them, Su Meiyu and Huayun have the most~
After the maid behind her tapped the number slowly, she went to tell Aunt Chun.

After counting the numbers, the poems should be counted.

Chunxin Pavilion should be a writer who has his own appraisal of poems, so each poem was identified.

And every selected poem will be read again......

The people in the whole hall turned their attention to each other, listening to the praises of Hua Ling and expressing their hearts in the "sao sentences"~
Some heard that their poems were selected, nodded confidently, exchanged a few polite words with the people around them, and then drank the wine in a self-effacing manner.

And some poems, after being glanced at, read the name of the poem contributor, they were put down directly.

That means you are not eligible.

In this regard, many people can only shake their heads and sigh, the spring dream is broken~
Even if there are one or two people who are not reconciled, they have to admit it. After all, there are many talented people present, even if they have to take it out and turn it over.

In the end, it may just be that the strength is not enough to lose face...

Wen Sheng on the stand opened another hydrangea ball, took out a poem, and read aloud: "The next poem is dedicated to Su Meiyu by Cui Xu, a disciple of the Hongwen Museum..."

Everyone was very excited. They had heard about Cui Xu's talent and name in the Hongwen Museum.

In this capital city, the disciples belonging to the line of Hongwenguan are undoubtedly outstanding young scholars, and most of them are highly talented people.

Everyone who goes out is admired by everyone, and they dare not underestimate them~
When Hua Yun heard the disciples of Hongwen Hall presenting poems to Su Meiyu, jealousy flashed across her charming face for an instant, and then she pretended to listen calmly.

Although the hydrangeas here are on par with Su Meiyu, but the quality is really hard to say...

Wen Sheng on the stand read aloud: "Beauties are beautiful in spring, and sleepless in white nights."

"I would like to get the sound of poetry and books, just for Yuxin to hear~"

The tone of the poem fell, and there was a round of applause~
"Well! Sure enough, he is worthy of being a member of the Hongwen Museum, he is really talented!"

"As expected of Mr. Cui!"

"Good poetry, good poetry!"

The sentence is beautiful and the text is clear, and the words express the meaning.

It should be a good poem, worthy of being a disciple of Hongwenguan!

Cui Xu, who was sitting next to Song Yingcai, immediately puffed up his chest, suppressed his gaze secretly, and nodded to the stealthy eyes around him...

Hearing the compliments from the disciples around him, he looked as if he had the chance to win, and waved his hands pretending to be indifferent.

"The next song should be written by Song Yingcai, son of the Song family, and Su Meiyu..."

At the moment, another good poem appeared, and Song Yingcai's poem also won the applause of everyone.

He looked at Song Yingcai's table with a little more admiration.

At this time, Cui Xu and Song Yingcai glanced at Tang Sufan's direction, and nodded proudly~
It seems that this time there are more poems than them because I decided on this poem...

Tang Sufan felt a little puzzled when he saw Cui Xu and Song Yingcai's proud eyes.

But when I saw Song Yingcai at that table, I realized it~
He frowned, why is this 'Crouching Dragon and Phoenix Child' here?
Looking at each other, Tang Sufan didn't bother to pay attention.

As far as this verse is concerned, Qin Huaiying should have won without accident...

After all, which one of the poems I recited is not a quatrain with a long history.

That's it?

Didn't scare you last time?
Still the same sentence, fight with Tang Huaqiang, do you have that strength?

After a while of commotion, it's the next...

Wen Sheng on the stage continued to follow the procedure.

"The next one is the work dedicated to Hua Yun by Mr. Li Chongyi of the County Prince's Mansion..."

People at Tang Sufan's table: . . . . . .

Afterwards, Tang Sufan and the others at the table looked at Li Xiaogong at the same time.

Li Xiaogong's face froze, the corners of his mouth twitched and he lowered his head, he quickly picked up the sweet-scented osmanthus wine, pretending nothing happened...

In fact, my heart beats a drum...

Then, he came back to his senses a little, turned his head, and stared fiercely in a certain direction!
Dog, if you lose face, let's see how I will deal with you when I go back!
Tang Sufan also held the sweet-scented osmanthus wine to hide his smile.

The father and son met each other in the Chunlou, and it was absolutely amazing...

As for Wen Sheng on the stage, according to the rules, he should read the first and last name of the poem presenter, and those who fail to pass should be put aside directly.

However, this little prince's status is too high, and after reading the name of the visitor, he put it aside, which is really a bit of a slap in the face...

What's more, this Eldest Young Master wrote a sentence at the end of the poem, this young master's work must be announced...

There's no other way, I just have to think about it for the sake of saving face, after all, this young master can't be provoked if he doesn't...

But seeing this poem clearly, even Wen Sheng, who has seen many "shoddy" poems, couldn't help but twitch his mouth.

But this has already begun, and everyone is staring at it, so they can only bite the bullet and read aloud...

"Seeing Xixi loves you..."

"Thinking and dreaming of you..."

"When I don't want to last forever..."

"Only...only for a good night..."

wow~
Immediately, the atmosphere at the scene turned cold as if frozen...

puff~
offstage.

Li Xiaogong squirted out the sweet-scented osmanthus brew with a puff, the shame on his face was beyond words...

How can I see it and think about it...

Xi your grandma!

Li Xiaogong's eyes that wanted to 'kill someone' almost flashed out...

After all, you can't hide the eyes of someone who wants to kill himself...

After listening to the poem, Tang Sufan's table was equally bewildered. Seeing Li Xiaogong's sudden expression, he didn't speak.

Mr. Ling is really talented...

If you say that he writes nonsense, it sounds like a poem, but if you really want to say that it is a poem, this ghostly writing style is really a genre~
And you only want a good night...

I almost expressed the meaning that I want to sleep with you on my face~
At this time, in the northwest of the lobby.

A young man with a greasy hair and a pink face in a brocade patterned robe stood up triumphantly~
Maybe it looks a bit coquettish...

Shaking his head and cupping his fists, he said to the surroundings: "I never thought that Xiao Wang's poems would be selected. I'm really honored, honored! Hahahaha!"

Honor, honor that your grandma has a leg!
Everyone's expressions turned embarrassing, but the young master of the county palace, even if he secretly laughed in his heart, he still didn't want to provoke him on the surface.

There were a few sounds of flattery, and then Li Chongyi sat down triumphantly.

Sitting in his seat, Li Chongyi thought proudly.

It is worthy of the poems I have been thinking about all night, I am really a genius!

As everyone knows, somewhere in this hall, Li Xiaogong's face turned black for a moment!

The veins in the hand holding the wine glass almost jumped.

This pervert!

This disgraceful bastard!
On the stage, Wen Sheng wanted to avoid the cooling atmosphere eagerly, and hurriedly read a few more poems.

after that.

One of them is Li Xiaogong's favorite work, and the poems are also excellent.

And Li Xiaogong only used a pseudonym when he was traveling in Fengyue, so he passed it in a hurry.

It also didn't let everyone discover the "lace news" that the majestic prince and his son appeared in Chunxin Pavilion.

If Li Xiaogong really showed his identity, then today's fun will be great...

Tang Sufan glanced at the so-called 'Little Prince' Li Chongyi, and chuckled.

Although this second generation is a bit shameless, he is more or less straightforward and lives a free and easy life.

After all, it is not surprising that this kind of poem is more expensive than the high-ranking officials, asking someone to write it, or paying a lot of money to buy poems, but it is just a tacit understanding of everyone.

But this Li Chongyi is so frank and frank that he reveals his poems, which is much better than those hypocrites...

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