The first free king of Tang Dynasty

Chapter 240 Tang Sufan's Propaganda ([-])

"Where is it, Brother Liu?"

"Hurry up, I heard it's still on Dongmen Street!"

"As expected of a little poet, she has released new poems so quickly! I heard that ten poems have been published in a row, and they are suspended in the property market! It's really embarrassing, we really need to hurry up, otherwise there will be no room for a while!"

"Yes, yes! I am ashamed of myself. I must savor the rhyme of that little poet fairy. Next time, I will win the poetry competition in Zuixiangge~"

Two young men and an old man who was also dressed in Confucian shirts came forward, full of energy and walking at a fast pace.

If you look closely, this old man is exactly the 'confident old man' from Chunxin Pavilion.

"Old man Song, you are the only one who can't learn it. Is Xiao Shixian's rhyme so easy to fathom?"

The corner of the old man's mouth twitched, and he quickly waved his hand in mockery: "Go away, anyway, the old man's writing is still slightly higher than you two juniors!"

Then came the playful laughter of the two young people.

This old man is always so shameless.

At this time, Wang Yuexin, who was in a daze, blushed slightly, and suddenly stopped the old man.

"Old man~"

"The girl is calling me?"

The old man Song pointed at himself in surprise, he didn't expect such a pretty girl to stop him in the crowd~
Could it be—

The old man's heroic domineering moved her?
Forget it, look at this lady is the lady of your family, the old man still wants legs.

"Old man, can I ask, what is it about the little poet fairy you just talked about and then producing poems?"

Wang Yuexin asked in a soft voice, which made the two young people scratch their hearts.

Quickly and courteously asked: "Is this little lady from Chang'an?"

Judging from the slightly different tone from that of the locals in Chang'an, it is indeed easy to see that he is not from Chang'an, and he is probably from farther away than Gyeonggi-do.

"Yes, the little girl and her fathers came from Jinyang—"

"Then do you know about our famous little poet in Chang'an?"

Wang Xinyue's beautiful eyes flowed, and she said in a low voice: "I know, Chang'an's sister brought me a lot of his poems, so I heard the two gentlemen talk about Xiao Shixian, so I want to ask a question~"

"That's it~"

The two young gentlemen looked at each other and cried out in their hearts what a pity.

I didn't expect to be another loyal fan of Xiao Shixian~
I wanted to come up with a story about a small family from a noble family from other places meeting an unknown talented person in Chang'an, but I didn't expect it to fall through.

However, the three of them said in a good voice: "I heard that Xiao Shixian hangs a piece of paper on an upper floor in Dongshi, and there are ten quatrains hanging on it. We also heard about it early in the morning, so we are only going now!"

Wang Xinyue's small eyes couldn't help but widen a little, they were really cute.

"Ten quatrains?"

"That's natural. It's normal for a little poet to write quatrains. I heard that during the Qinghe Garden Poetry Contest, quatrains were frequently circulated among talented scholars. It's already been a good story~"

Another young man shook his head, looking respectful and yearning.

"That's right, the little Poet Immortal doesn't follow the literary path, doesn't enter the official career, and even helps the refugees in the name of doing business. Shi Enbude is a role model for my generation, and I even heard that the son of the Hejian County King worships him as a teacher! Quite a few All the court officials are friends with him~"

There are people in this world who can live the way others want most. Tang Sufan is obviously the standard ideal height of a kind of literary talent in Chang'an...

"Ham, if only the old man looked like this when I was young~"

In the end, old man Song summed up the topic eloquently, and even turned his back with his hands behind his back, and sighed slightly with his head raised at a 45-degree angle.

Immediately, the two young men who were traveling with him cast contemptuous and disgusting glances.

Wang Yuexin was a little distracted when she heard it. This little poet fairy is really incredible...

What Sister Yueying said last time was only about Xiao Shi Xian Shi becoming famous. I didn't expect there to be so many stories.

"I wonder how far Dongmen Street is from here?"

"From here to the east, two streets across, and then one street north, it's only a quarter of an hour away—"

"So that's the case, thank you three for letting me know..."

Wang Xinyue saluted politely and ended the inquiry.

"Why don't Miss come with us?"

"No, if I want to go, I still need to ask my grandfather to resign, so don't bother me!"

The two young men who were still slightly fanciful could only say bitterly: "Okay then, let's go first..."

Looking at Wang Yuexin's slender figure, she left with the feeling of having lost a piece of love——

I don't know when...

Chang'an City's East Gate Street is already surrounded by talented students, and there are even many young ladies, Yingying and Yanyan.

In the middle of Dongmen Street, there are three rows of properties on the market.

A pair of huge banners are filled with splashed ink characters, and in the middle is a huge ink painting.

Some eyes looked at the huge painting, and some eyes looked at the big characters...

Some people looked at the painting and were shocked.

Some people looked at the poems one after another, kept chant, and sighed.

For a while, the praises for a certain "little poet fairy" in Chang'an were overwhelming.

There are also many girls who are Yingying and Yanyan looking at these verses with yearning expressions...

"Eastern wind blows flowers and thousands of trees at night. Geng blows down, stars are like words, and BMW carved cars are fragrant all over the road..."

"The sound of the phoenix flutters, 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."

"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..."

Among them, on the last piece of red cloth was written vertically a poem "Sapphire Case-Yuanxi" by Xin Qiji, which was also written by Tang Sufan at the Qinghe Garden Poetry Association.

This poem has long been famous in Chang'an, as a first-class poem of wind, flowers, snow and moon, beautiful scenery and love for children.

However, the signature in the lower right corner was still changed to Chang'an Tang Sufan by some unknown thick-skinned person——

The most striking thing among them is that on the piece of red cloth, there is a painting of a woman in a long skirt who looks forward to radiance, with a beauty mole in the corner of her eye, her eyes turn softly, piercing the world of mortals with one glance——

Against the background of the red cloth, it looks a bit enchanting, a bit soft, a bit out of the world...

What is even more shocking is that it is so clearly visible, and the portraits are so fascinating that they belong to different paintings of the Tang Dynasty. It is like seeing real people's paintings!
The whole Datang, should be the first to see!
Even unheard and unseen before!

Is there still such a person in the world who can improve the way of painting to this point?It's unbelievable!
Many people stood in the middle of the street in shock!
The entire Dongmen Street was surrounded by people, it was packed, shoulder to shoulder, it was very lively!
It can be described as shocking!

"What, who painted this, unexpectedly! Unexpectedly!!!"

"Who else can draw? Just look at the bottom of the painting, it is clearly drawn by Xiao Shixian."

"Hey, Xiao Shixian still has such abilities?"

"As expected of a little poet fairy!"

"This woman's painting is too beautiful..."

Many people even stared wide-eyed, pointing to the picture hanging in the middle of the upstairs and stammering about it!

After all, in front of abstract ancient paintings, this kind of realistic painting has too much impact on the concept of people today!

"My lady, this--this--is this what the little poet fairy drew?!!"

The maid behind Wang Xinyue stared wide-eyed, and the master and servant managed to get a place on Dongmen Street.

When they saw the huge painting, the master and the servant were all shocked and lost their minds.

As soon as he entered Chang'an, he was given a serious exposure to the world——

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　It was originally called Wang Yuexin, but after thinking about it, it was changed to Wang Xinyue
　　
　
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