The first free king of Tang Dynasty

Chapter 421 Brother Fan, I Was Beaten

The two walked slowly through the garden and arrived at Mujiang Terrace.

Although it is named after Taiwan, it is not a wide river.

Looking up, Tang Sufan was still wondering where Qin Huaiying and Cheng Chumo's bastards were.

Immediately, he was attracted by the situation at hand.

In the middle of the Furong Garden is an artificial river, and every 99 steps is a bridge with girders.

The carvings on the bridge are colorful, the pavilions and fences are erected on both sides of the bridge, and the flow of people is like water, which is the most eye-catching.

In that river, there are seven lantern cruise ships parked at the moment.

This lantern cruise is a special feature of Chang'an City, and it will only appear every year during the Lantern Festival or when the court and the people celebrate major events.

And every frame here is a precious thing, and it seems that the cost is extraordinary.

The power of the aristocratic family was undoubtedly revealed for a while.

Interlaced lights and shadows, noisy voices.

In the Furong Garden of the royal garden, it was extremely lively for a while.

At this time, countless talented scholars were already composing poems in front of the desks set up on the shore.

When everyone has finished their poems, someone will transfer the rice paper into the lantern.

In this way, not only is it beautiful and freehand, even at night, those Dahong scholars and sages with bad eyesight can be seen clearly at a glance.

Then hang the lanterns on the cruise ship, and the cruise ship circles around to select a hundred of the best poems.

This method is really novel.

In addition to talented scholars, there are also beautiful women.

Some women rise up, and some nominate poems to compete for the name of women.

I am afraid that this kind of landscape can only be seen in the Tang Dynasty.

Tang Sufan took a glance and saw that there was an inscription hanging above each lantern cruise ship.

Take the first one as an example, with "Willow" as the title.

The second one is titled "Cloud".

The third one is titled "Xian".

……

Looking around, it seems that after each poem is written, the poems made under the corresponding topic must be hung on the attached lantern cruise.

For a moment, Master Wu looked sad, thinking hard, and then pretended to have a "sudden light", then strokes like flying, and finally nodded contentedly.

At the poetry meeting, the kind of sudden inspiration, touching the scene and creating a poem in seven steps is rare.

Like that, unless you are amazingly talented, amazingly talented, or arrogant, I don't know what to say.

But if you do this, even if there are a hundred, 99 of them will overturn.

But that student has a dream of relying on horses to become a scholarly story, whether it is pretending or real talent.

This is the last word in being selected successfully.

Therefore, whether it is today's student meeting or other poetry meeting, it is not uncommon for talented scholars to polish poems in advance, guessing questions and composing poems.

Even buying titles and lyrics, but everyone tacitly hides it in a dark place where there is no light.

But to pretend, you still have to pretend to be a human being.

The way of shaking his head and thinking hard, has long been seen in this student meeting.

Over the years, the poems of the Chang'an Student Association have never been a topic, and there will always be one or two guesses.

As for whether he can be the best poem, it really depends on his own abilities.

somewhere.

"I didn't expect that it was Brother Liu who actually chose the topic of 'using clouds'. This question is very difficult to argue. It seems that Brother Liu is a great talent!"

Naturally, there were conversations and comparisons, and the person who called himself Brother Liu also beamed with joy.

At a certain garden party before, I got a poem about clouds by chance, and I probably didn't take it to heart, but now that I think about it, it actually fits this situation quite well.

Not only are fewer students selected for the "cloud" question, but it is more difficult, but once it is written, the chance of being selected is naturally much higher than other questions.

Now, it just happened to be a bit of luck.

Brother Liu cupped his hands in a salute, with a flat smile on his face: "Where is it? It's just that the spirit has taught me. It's just wonderful to see the image of the sky and clouds. It's just something to think about——"

"Haha, brother Liu is talented, talented!"

Scenes like this can be seen everywhere in this crowd of countless students.

It's been a long time since this question was asked, and just now the scattered lanterns began to hang on the lantern cruises.

When someone gives a question, it is naturally impossible to answer it immediately, and it is necessary to "deliberate" if you say less.

Even if you are "witty and quick", it's not so fast, is it?

Naturally, there are also people who pretend to be quite aggressive.

On the middle bank of the river.

There is a student in a long gown, with his hands behind his back and his skirts fluttering, looking at the cold plum blossoms in the distance, contemplating motionless, and pretending to be in deep thought.

This scene happened to be seen by Tang Sufan. Isn't this the Zheng family dog ​​who came to Xiaoyaoxuan to provoke him before.

Is Zheng the third child?
This dog thing, pretends to be quite decent, but no, tsk tsk——

not as handsome as me~
It's just that what he didn't see was that Wang Xinyue beside her had a flash of sadness on her face...

I saw Zheng Lihao meditating hard on a cup of tea, and then his face brightened, and the corners of his mouth were hooked lightly, raising a proud arc.

Immediately with a wave of one hand, the momentum is outstanding.

"Pen here!"

For Zheng Lihao's unique gesture, he naturally bluffed a group of people, and quickly followed Zong Zong to look over.

I return the sword!
Tang Sufan was a little embarrassed about this second performance.

But it wasn't embarrassing, after all, he had acted like that before.

Men, it's not too much to decorate.

The maids and servants who had already shuttled through the crowd naturally quickly brought pens, inks, papers and inkstones to the third young master of the Zheng family.

The difference in treatment can be seen at a glance.

Zheng Lihao walks to the table with few desks, calm and relaxed, and writes like a snake.

Before others had time to look around, he grabbed the rice paper and waved it, and handed it to the boy next to him to hang on the cruise ship.

He has the demeanor of an unruly wit.

Zheng Lihao also thinks that this wave of chic and uninhibited is just right.

Sure enough, there was a sound of flattery from around.

"Brother Zheng is talented! He is the best among us..."

"Haha, it seems that Brother Zheng has passed this first test, but it's easy to come by, congratulations to Brother Zheng in advance~"

"..."

For a while, flattery was raging.

There is no way, he is the Zheng family's direct relative, Saburo, the proper third young master of the Zheng family.

For countless people, he was a born Young Master Jin, and it was good to take care of him well.

And in this kind of place, what is given is a face.

"This Zheng Laosan can really pretend~"

Tang Sufan smiled teasingly, but he didn't join the crowd.

Instead, he stood aside with Wang Xinyue, watching the lively and complicated scene.

By the way, I can also...chat with the lady who passed by and came over to say hello to his handsome little poet.

He didn't have the leisure to fight with them.

Just when Tang Sufan was watching this "Zheng Lao San"'s pretentious show.

"Brother Fan, Brother Fan~"

A humming sound came from Tang Sufan's side.

There were too many people around, and Tang Sufan didn't notice anyone approaching.

When he turned his head when he heard this sound, he saw Yuchi Baolin's dark face approaching his side.

The next Tang Sufan almost said something about the quintessence of China on the spot.

But it wasn't this fellow who suddenly approached to frighten him.

It's just that this guy didn't know how to do it, that dark face was already dark, and now it's still covered with a lot of mud.

And there are a lot of redness and swelling, combined with the dark and resentful complexion, can't it be scary?

Not to mention Tang Sufan, even Wang Xinyue took a step back in a hurry with a frightened expression.

Tang Sufan came back to his senses, and said angrily, "Didn't I tell you to find another girl? How did it happen?"

Seeing Yuchi Baolin not knowing whether to laugh or cry, he said helplessly, "Brother Fan, I was beaten——"

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