The first free king of Tang Dynasty

Chapter 54 I'm Going To Dreamland

With one person at the beginning, naturally there will be a second one.

"Qingwulingling~..."

“Beautiful scenery beats prosperity~…”

Afterwards, the geniuses in the field slowly let go, and climbed into the red ring one by one.

In this regard, poems and verses resounded in Qinghe Garden.

Even if the topic has been changed twice, one person lets go and another person appears on stage, it's very lively.

However, Tang Sufan could hear Tang Sufan slowly start to feel drowsy and sleepy.

Not to mention that a group of big men are playing poetry on it, not to mention that for a good young man in the 21st century who has memorized ancient quatrains since he was a child, these poems are simply boring~

If it wasn't for him standing up, even if he was given a small stool, he would be able to sleep for a while...

Just after changing the title several times, Tang Sufan fell asleep.

It was Song Ying's turn to climb up the red ring and write a poem.

It has to be said that Song Yingcai's poem is considered the best among all the poems, and it comes at a time when everyone is applauding.

When it was time for Song Yingcai to step down, Song Yingcai said suddenly: "Grandpa Kong, the boy's poetic talent is nothing compared to the one in the field..."

Kong Yingda heard the words and asked, "Oh? Who is it? Can you be so respected?"

Song Yingcai pretended to say: "Grandpa Kong didn't know something, that person was personally invited by Lingyue today, I think this person must be a person with amazing poetic talent, so I recommended it to Grandpa Kong, I don't want to let the pearl get dusted~"

"Oh?"

Kong Yingda and the others looked at Kong Lingyue on the sidelines at the same time.

Naturally, they knew about Kong Lingyue's temperament, and ordinary people would not be able to accept her invitation.

And Kong Lingyue's reputation in Chang'an City is not small. After the Confucian masters, even if she is a woman, her literary talent is outstanding.

Sensing all the gazes, Kong Lingyue blushed, and then glanced at Song Yingcai with her eyebrows.

At this time, Tang Sufan was leaning against the railing beside him with his head down, drowsy.

An old man beside Kong Yingda asked with a smile: "Kong girl, who do you invite? Why don't you come on stage and write a poem?"

And this person is Tang Jian, the assistant secretary of the court.

Kong Lingyue had no choice but to wake up Tang Sufan who was leaning against the pillar: "Mr. Tang~Mr. Tang~"

Tang Sufan, who was leaning on the pillars to stop his mind wandering, was woken up by Kong Lingyue, and quickly stood up straight and glanced at the audience.

At this moment, Song Yingcai immediately winked at several people in the audience, and one of them stood up.

He yelled at Tang Sufan with a gloomy expression: "Brother, at such a grand gathering of poetic talents, you are so rude and sleepy here, what should you do?!"

Just this one sentence made everyone's eyes fixed on the bewildered Tang Sufan.

Tang Sufan, who slowly came back to his senses, glanced at Song Yingcai on the stage, and then at the indignant scholar attending the meeting, and then he knew that this kid was probably going to make things difficult for him~
However, Tang Sufan didn't panic.

The arc of the corner of the mouth flicked slightly, and then slowly calmed down, really someone gave me a pillow when I wanted to sleep~

Frowning and smoothing his clothes, Tang Sufan suddenly shouted back angrily, "None of your business!"

This sudden sentence has nothing to do with you, the man was stunned at first, and then his body trembled with anger.

Pointing at Tang Sufan with a livid face, he shouted, "You are so rude!!!"

Tang Sufan pointed back, with a hooligan face: "Shoot your hands in your ass!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone was horrified and even more confused.

Even Kong Lingyue was stunned.

Everyone is a decent person, so if you curse at someone, you have to point at Sang and Huai and say a few words in classical Chinese.

But you don’t talk about martial arts directly, oh no, you don’t talk about Wende~

The man's face was ashen, and his voice trembled even more.

"You!! Arrogant!"

Hearing such vulgar words, all the ladies around me raised their eyebrows slightly, and felt that this person was so rude.

Even Empress Changsun in the crowd frowned, how could Shihui get mixed up with such vulgar people?

"rude!"

At this time, Kong Yingda frowned and shouted.

Then he asked Kong Lingyue in a deep voice: "Lingyue? Is this the person who invited you?"

Kong Yingda now just feels ashamed for a while, the person her granddaughter invited is actually such a person!
Just when Kong Lingyue was blushing and feeling cramped.

Tang Sufan put on a modest and gentlemanly face, and saluted Kong Yingda.

"Boy Tang Sufan...greetings to Mr. Kong!"

Yushu is facing the wind, unrestrained and unrestrained, as if the person who yelled just now was not him~
Tang Sufan!
As soon as these words came out, two people in the arena suddenly widened their bright eyes.

One person is Yin Qiaoer, the flower girl of Chunxin Pavilion!

The other person is Empress Changsun!

Yin Qiaoer's beautiful eyes were fixed on Tang Sufan's face. When Tang Sufan announced his name, her heart skipped a beat.

Even the body couldn't help trembling, the nails under the sleeve robe left a red mark on Yu's hand due to force, almost bleeding...

Is it really my brother?Or is it just a person with the same name?
Tang Sufan didn't notice anything else, and continued: "The old man doesn't know something. Just now, the boy was sleepwalking in the sky and saw many scenery that didn't belong to the world. He was writing a poem in his heart and wanted to describe the beautiful scenery after waking up, but he was caught by this person. Interrupt, I can't feel angry for a while."

The young talented man caught the conversation and accused him, "Hmph, talking nonsense! You're obviously dozed off, what are you talking about? Are you sure that some adults won't make a clear investigation?"

Kong Yingda's face darkened, and he asked, "Then tell me what you dreamed about?"

Under the direct gazes of the five court officials, if they were ordinary juniors, their legs would have softened a long time ago.

And Tang Sufan straightened his body, and said confidently: "I dreamed of a fairyland outside the sky, and I saw that overseas mountain!"

Kong Yingda's face was dark, obviously he didn't believe it: "The fairyland outside the sky? Overseas sacred mountain? Heh, you said you were composing poems in your dreams, then sing it. If you can't explain why, don't blame the old man for seeing off the guests."

"it is good."

Seeing this, Song Yingcai sneered to himself, seeing what you can say, he stepped back from the red ring.

After Tang Sufan finished speaking, he walked over slowly and climbed onto the red ring.

Even Empress Changsun took a playful look. She had heard from her husband that Tang Sufan was a great talent in the country.

Looking at the whole Tang Dynasty, there are not many people who can take these words in their husband's mouth.

She would like to see if the boy Tang who His Majesty has been talking about recently is really talented.

When the crowd fell silent, Tang Sufan squinted his eyes, cleared his voice, and chanted softly.

"Hai Ke talks about Yingzhou, the misty waves are faint and hard to find; the more people talk about Tianmu, the clouds can be seen or faded..."

Tang Sufan just chanted the beginning of a poem, and the five eminent people in the audience frowned. Hearing this poem, ordinary people can't compose it!

Could it be that this kid was not talking nonsense just now?

Tang Sufan's voice became louder and his momentum gradually increased: "Tianmu stretches toward the sky, and pulls out the five mountains to cover Chicheng! The rooftop is [-] feet long, and it is about to fall to the southeast! I want to fly across the mirror lake and moon overnight because of my dream of Wu Yue! The lake moon shines on my shadow and sends me to Shanxi..."

"Xie Gong's residence is still there today. The Lushui is rippling and the apes are singing. With Xie Gong's clogs on your feet, you can see the sun on the half of the Qingyun ladder, and you can hear the chickens in the sky. Thousands of rocks turn around and the road is uncertain. .”

Tang Sufan suddenly opened his eyes: "The bear roars and the dragon sings at the Yanyan spring, the deep chestnut forest is startling on the top of the layer. The clouds are green and green like rain, and the water is light and smokey. The thunderbolt is lacking, and the hills and mountains are collapsing!"

"The stone door in the cave opened in the middle of the slam. The blue sky is vast and bottomless, the sun and the moon shine on the Jinyintai! Clothes are made of clothes, the wind is a horse, and the king of clouds is coming and going! The people are lined up like hemp...Suddenly, the soul is palpitating and the soul is shaking, and I am startled and sighed. I only feel the pillow and mat of time, and the haze that has been lost..."

"The same is true for the pleasures of the world. In ancient times, everything flows eastward! When will you return when you go away? Let's put the white deer among the green cliffs, and ride to visit famous mountains as soon as you have to go!"

The sound of the poem was dead, and the Qinghe Garden fell into silence...

(End of this chapter)