My wife is Wu Zetian

Chapter 97

As soon as Yong Liu came out, everyone was stunned, including Xu Ang and Li Qia who turned around and left, and the gatekeeper Liu Ding even stared with big eyes full of surprise.

The meaning expressed in this poem about willows is about [-]% similar to that of the doggerel just now, but the artistic conception is very different, just like the difference between clouds and mud.

Yong Liu is definitely a poem that can be passed down through the ages.

Could it be that Changsun Yan was teasing himself just now?
"My grandson is a talented son. I hope Liu Ding will forgive me for offending me just now."

Although I don't know if this poem was written by Zhang Sunyan, but a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation can appear under his own witness, and his eldest Sun Yan can accept this gift from himself.

Changsun Yan nodded slightly, and asked Liu Ding, "Then can we go in?"

"That's natural, grandson, please."

Liu Ding made a gesture of invitation, not for the prime minister behind Changsun Yan, but for the song Chanting Liu that he just made.

Changsun Yan walked to Xu Ang's side, looked at the few people who hadn't recovered, and asked Liu Ding behind him: "Brother Liu Ding, I don't know how Xu Ang's entrance poem compares to mine?"

Liu Ding was honest, and immediately replied loudly: "Although the entrance poem written by Xu Ang is good, it is far different from that of Young Master Eldest Sun."

"Xu Ang, the difference between heaven and earth, hahahaha."

Changsun Yan laughed and led a few people away from Xu Ang and entered the venue.

"Changsun Yan must have found a master, otherwise how could he write such a poem."

Xu Ang's eyes were bloodshot, and the veins on his forehead bulged. It was obvious that he had reached the limit of his anger.

Li Qia grabbed Xu Ang's arm and said softly: "Brother Yunming, please be safe and don't be impatient. A poem about entering the door means nothing. Some people will take care of them when they enter."

"Well, go in, I want to see how his reputation is ruined."

Although Li Qia said so, Xu Ang still felt that he had been greatly shocked. This poem actually came out of an illiterate mouth.

It's really unreasonable.

A few people entered the meeting place. Dozens of small tables were dotted across the huge venue. In the middle was a table case several meters long and wide. There were four wooden stools beside each table. I don't know what the purpose was.

Li Yanran and the others gathered together, everyone looked at me and I looked at you, all of them were stupefied.

Li Yanran looked helplessly at these people, I came from modern times, I don't know how it is played here, don't you people from the Tang Dynasty know?
What a shame.

Xu Ang and the others entered, glanced at Li Yanran and the others, snorted coldly and found a place to sit down.

"Scholar Shangguanyi has arrived."

Someone yelled, and then a middle-aged scholar entered the venue surrounded by a group of Confucian scholars.

"Shangguanyi?"

Hearing this name, Li Yanran was also taken aback.

Isn't this person just advising Gaozong to abolish Wu Zetian's Great Tang Prime Minister?
No, he is not the prime minister yet, it seems that he was not granted the altar to worship the prime minister until the Long Shuo years, but he was executed within a few years after becoming the prime minister.

On the contrary, his daughter Shangguan Wan'er Qingyun went straight up to become Empress Wu's confidant, and she was quite capable.

He seems to be the emperor's literati now, why is he in the mood to participate in this poetry conference?

"You are all great talents of the Tang Dynasty. Today, I am entrusted by a group of veterans in the literary world to host this literary and poetry conference. I also hope that everyone will speak bravely and strive to be able to sit on the copywriting."

"Of course, I will recommend anyone who wins a copy of the fight, and may be an official in the court."

Shangguanyi sat directly on the main seat of Douwen's case, looking at the dotted literati, his eyes were full of kindness.

These are the future of the literary world of the Tang Dynasty. They may not be famous now, but who knows if they will be famous forever in a few years.

"With Bachelor Shangguan as the host, this literary and poetry conference will surely become a good story."

"Students must behave well, so as not to insult my reputation as a scholar in Chang'an."

A group of people also expressed their compliments one after another, and at the same time, they were determined to win the position of copywriter.

These people who dare to come here to participate in this literary and poetry conference are all self-esteemed people,

If he can stand out from the crowd, he will be recommended by Shangguanyi, and maybe he will be able to use this to jump into the dragon's gate and rise to the top.

When Shangguanyi glanced at Xu Ang and the others, he couldn't help frowning.

Xu Ang's reputation is not good and he despises him, but he has a brilliant literary talent, so it doesn't matter if he comes here.

But when he saw Changsun Yan and others opposite Xu Ang, his eyes almost popped out.

Who put this guy in?

Everyone in the world knows that Changsun Yan and the others are extremely dandy, and their literary talent is not as good as that of a three-year-old child. How could they come to such an elegant place as the Literary and Poetry Conference? Liu Ding is really messing around.

Shangguanyi whispered to the servant next to him in displeasure, the servant nodded and left, after a while Liu Ding came to Shangguanyi's side.

Shangguanyi frowned and asked Liu Ding in a low voice: "Liu Ding, how could this eldest grandson come to the literary and poetry conference? What do you think about it?"

"Teacher, students don't dare to be negligent. This is the introductory poem written by the elder Sun Yan."

Hearing Shangguanyi's words, Liu Ding was already prepared, took out a piece of Yongliu that had just been transcribed and placed it in front of Shangguanyi.

"Ok?"

After watching Yong Liu, Shangguanyi was a little unsure.

This poem, which is enough to be handed down from generation to generation, was written by the eldest grandson Yan who I despise the most?
"you sure?"

"The students witnessed the completion of this poem with their own eyes, otherwise they would definitely not let such people enter the arena. As for whether it was really written by Changsun Yan, it is unknown."

Liu Ding was also depressed, if this kind of poem was written by any one person, he would recite it to the whole audience to show the beauty of the article, but it happened to be Changsun Yan.

I only hate the injustice of the heavens, the secret vote of the pearl, and the humiliation of such an excellent work.

"I see."

After all, Shangguanyi is a person who has experienced the big world. He took a deep breath and his face became peaceful.

Whether Changsun Yan is talented or not, you will know with a try.

"Students leave."

Liu Ding glanced at Sun Yan and the others who were whispering to each other, shook his head and left.

"Brother Li, what is Douwenben?"

Changsun Yan turned his head to look at Li Yanran behind him, and he was not ashamed to ask that it was Confucius who said it, and he is also the most proficient in learning.

"???"

Li Yanran was stunned, it's the first time for everyone here, why do you think I know?

"The so-called fighting case should be the case at the table in the middle. It should be that certain conditions must be met before the case can be filed and compete for the final winner."

Li Yanran touched her double chin, glanced at Shangguanyi, and expressed her guess.

Li Siwen nodded. This is like a lieutenant colonel in the army. After deciding the top few in the previous competition, he fights against each other to win the final champion.

"Duang."

With the sound of a gong, Shangguanyi was also fully clothed and stood on the middle stage.

"The first session of the Poetry Conference begins, seven-character verses, flying flowers to pass orders, starting with the old man."

"The flowers are light and the butterflies are messing with the fairy apricots, and Ye Miying is crying the emperor's daughter."

After Shangguan Yi finished chanting the poem, all the people below applauded and complimented her.

"The beginning of the chapter is Master Shangguanyi's masterpiece Spring Day. It's like being in the spring flowers when you hear it, watching butterflies dancing and listening to the crowing of warblers."

"That's right, although flying flowers are the most common, but it's a bit difficult to catch Lord Shangguan."

"Everyone is everyone after all."

"???"

　Ask for monthly tickets, ask for recommendations, ask for rewards.

　　Continue to make more small explosions. If the data is good, it is not impossible to add more.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)