The first free king of Tang Dynasty

Chapter 57
"I have~"

Tang Sufan waved his hand, walked a few steps aside, raised his chin slightly, looked at the sky indifferently, and said in a distant and lofty voice: "Thousands of mountains and birds are gone! Thousands of paths and people are gone!"

Afterwards, he swayed and stepped forward, with a bit of loneliness and helplessness on his face: "Lonely boatman... fishing alone... cold! Jiang! Snow!"

"Good! Good! Good!"

"What a solo fisherman!"

"The mountains and rivers are lonely, and the place is desolate and cold. This poem should be written as a winter quatrain!"

Everyone cheered in unison, this is another quatrain, shocking everyone's heart.

In the body of a young man, but with such literary talent, is it possible that the child prodigy will not grow up?

Tang Sufan glanced casually at the applause all over the garden, took a sip of fine wine to add to the fun, and then waved his hand: "Next question!"

Then, the host just gave the title of the next question.

Tang Sufan imitated the appearance of a poetic fairy in his mind, and uttered quatrains frequently!

"How about Mrs. Dai Zong... ~Looking at all the small mountains~"

"………Nung, moon and new moon!"

"A light moon and sparse stars surround the building, and the fairy wind blows down the incense burner... The courtiers stand in the Tongming Palace, and a red cloud holds the Jade Emperor!"

"Hahaha~ Come on...Next question!"

"...I searched for him thousands of times in the crowd...that man was only in a dimly lit place..."

"The beacon fire shines on Xijing, and I feel uneasy ~ Yazhang resigns from Fengque...... I would rather be a centurion than a scholar!"

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After a while, Tang Sufan's face was flushed, but he was as bold as the wind, attracting the eyes of all the ladies in the surrounding courts...

Tang Sufan waved his hand with unsatisfied enthusiasm: "Come on, come on, next question! Just come out~"

Standing on the red ring, the footsteps are already swaying left and right, and sometimes he chuckles and drinks a sip of fine wine, looking very informal and unrestrained~

He is not a producer of quatrains, but a porter of quatrains~

And everyone in Qinghe Garden had already been paralyzed by these quatrains, as if this Qinghe poetry club had become Tang Sufan's personal show stage.

And the group of talented people sitting beside Hong Lei had long since lost their words, and they only hoped that this bullshit poem would end soon.

Sitting here and pretending to be a genius, compared with Tang Sufan on the red ring, it's a bit embarrassing~

Yin Qiaoer, who was sitting not far away, looked at Tang Sufan who was composing poems wantonly on the stage, her starry eyes were full of relief, full of pride, but also somewhat lonely and sad...

And in the courtyard in the distance, Li Lirou, hidden in the crowd, looked at Tang Sufan in the center like a poet with starry eyes, her thoughts were hard to describe~
Not only her, but many famous ladies in Qinghe Garden have brilliant eyes, and the youthful figure that looks like a fairy is completely engraved in their hearts...

Until the end, Kong Yingda brushed his beard with a smile on his face, and said, "Tang Xiaolang, there is no title~"

Today, it is simply a poetry festival~

Every capital written by Tang Sufan can be called a quatrain.

In the future, the Qinghe Garden Poetry Contest raised by Kong Yingda today will probably be recorded in the annals of history...

Only then did Tang Sufan put away his boldness and profligacy, looked at the reactions of the crowd and the audience in the surrounding courts, and sighed in his heart, alas, I have nowhere to put my charm~
Tang Jian looked at Tang Sufan on the red ring: "Hahaha, I'm afraid Tang Xiaolang will be this Chang'an little poet after today~ he will definitely be famous and become a role model for countless literati!"

Tang Sufan blushed slightly, and replied coolly: "The old man praised you absurdly. Xiaosheng is not a literati. It's just a few lines of poetry, and he can't be called a talent."

Kong Yingda smiled and nodded. She is young but not arrogant or impetuous. She has outstanding literary talent but has a detached heart. This child is extraordinary!

Tang Jian said with a smile: "Tang Xiaolang, don't be self-effacing. If you can't be considered a literati, who can be considered a literati?"

Tang Sufan frowned, and decided to pretend to be big~

"Old gentleman, in my eyes, I think I am far from reaching the level of a real literati..."

Kong Yingda became interested, but he didn't know why Tang Sufan resisted the name of a literati.

"Oh? Tell me, Tang Xiaolang, what is a real literati?"

Tang Sufan looked serious, and said to the crowd imposingly: "A true literati should establish his heart for the world, establish his life for the people, inherit the knowledge of the past, and bring peace to all generations!!! But I am far from enough~"

When it comes to literati, Tang Sufan naturally brought up four sentences.

Sure enough, as soon as this sentence came out, Kong Yingda and the five before the competition all felt a thunder blast from their minds, as if they had seen through the layers of clouds and saw the concrete answer that they wanted to clarify all their lives...

The five of them were stunned, their old eyes overflowing at any time.

The oldest Confucian Wang Ji stood up suddenly, his old face was flushed, his expression was trembling, and he shouted directly: "Okay!!!!"

The rest of the people stood up, their shock beyond words!
Only old people like them who are used to seeing the ups and downs of the world and chasing fame and fortune can understand the true meaning of this sentence!

No matter how talented people are, there is only one word 'good' to describe my current mood, and I can't think of any other words...

Kong Yingda also said excitedly: "Okay, okay, Tang Xiaolang, this sentence is a famous saying that awakens the world! The truth of Wenhai!"

Tang Jian quickly turned his head and said excitedly to Kong Yingda: "Old Kong, this statement must not be ups and downs in the world. I think you can engrave this statement in front of the Hongwen Museum!"

Everyone who heard this remark was astonished. The words of a young man can be engraved in the Hongwen Museum, which is the highest place of imperial court literary talent!
Kong Yingda asked: "Tang Xiaolang, what do you think!?"

"If this statement is useful, let Kong Lao arrange it."

Kong Yingda nodded with a smile on his face: "Okay, okay, the old man will advise His Majesty tomorrow and engrave this sentence on the door plaque of the Hongwen Museum to show the character of the literati!"

Tang Jian said: "From now on, needless to say, Tang Xiaolang won the first prize in today's poetry meeting~"

Another old man beside him echoed: "It should be so~"

Kong Yingda directly announced: "Well, today the old man will announce that Tang Xiaolang will be the winner of the Qinghe Garden Poetry Festival~"

So far, Tang Sufan has snatched away the top prize of the Qinghe Garden Poetry Club.

Many talents also have to sigh, but they have no choice but to fight with others, after all, they don't have the strength~
Even Song Yingcai could only blushed and couldn't speak, and acted as a stepping stone for others, blood loss~
So far, the attention-grabbing Qinghe Garden Poems will come to an end.

Kong Yingda said a few words casually, and then let everyone leave, and they can go to Qinghe Garden to enjoy freely...

Before the crowd dispersed, Tang Sufan had just stepped off the red ring when several old men from Tang Jian came over.

Tang Jian said: "Little friend Tang, you can't keep your fine wine private. Why don't I taste wine together later? Let's talk together?"

Many people around who heard this sentence glanced at Tang Sufan enviously. How many people dream of being able to drink at the same table with these five people~

Kong Yingda joked, "That's not okay, this is the fine wine that Tang Xiaolang gave me, I still want to keep it and drink it alone~"

The four old men suddenly laughed and cursed~

(End of this chapter)