The short video shows the ancient times, and the emperors cried with envy!

Chapter 667: poems? The true God has descended! Emperor Qianlong is perfect! Li Qingzhao: What the hell is this?

Maybe the immortal poet’s focus was different, but he was very interested in the number 1010.

And the next one is the Song Dynasty All-Stars.

[Eighth place, Yang Wanli]

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[Seventh place, Mei Yaochen]

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[Fifth place: Su Che]

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The comments section was full of joy at this moment:

"Da Song: Am I not famous for my poetry? Why are there so many poets?"

“Is it possible that it’s because there are too many people writing lyrics and they are too crazy that they have to go to the Blue Ocean track?”

"Hahaha, the truth is out."

"Alas, Wen Tianxiang!"

Looking at the rankings in the comment section and on the video background, a group of civil officials in the Northern Song Dynasty had an inexplicable feeling.

"I haven't heard of these people's names. Could they be the later generations?"

Bao Zheng stroked his beard and asked.

"That should be the case. I have written many poems in my life, but it's a pity that they have not been passed down."

Han Qi, who was standing aside, cried out in grief, but his colleagues beside him rolled their eyes.

Everyone knows each other, with your level, you can only write some plain writing and policy essays, but if you are asked to write a poem, I will laugh my head off.

During the Northern Song Dynasty, the examination system in which Jinshi candidates had to write poetry was abolished in the Tang Dynasty's imperial examination system.

Therefore, poetry is no longer a necessity for Jinshi.

On the contrary, it's the lyrics, because you need to go in and out of brothels and bars frequently, those girls like to sing your lyrics the most.

This made him an object of emulation for scholars and writers, and Liu Sanbian was one of them.

Huisong, Zhao Ji looked up at the sky, waiting for his name to be called, but seeing that his name was not on the list, he accepted the reality that he had failed.

However, writing poetry is just his hobby, and his greatest pleasure is practicing calligraphy.

"If Liu Sanbian wasn't so unknown, I'm afraid the title of the world's number one poet would have fallen on him."

Liu San became Liu Yong. If we count the poets who wrote the most lyrics in history, he would definitely be the first.

He wrote tens of thousands of poems in his life. He could live a very comfortable life relying on his poems every day and lived in various high-end clubs every day.

When he died in the end, it was his old friend the courtesan who paid for his burial. It can be said that he lived a glorious life and died gloriously.

Just when the audience was still marveling at the Song Dynasty All-Stars dominating the charts, Lu You finally appeared.

[Second place, Lu You]

【Existing: 9956 songs】

"Second place?"

Lu You's eyes widened in disbelief: "Who can write more poems than me?"

You know, life is only 30,000 days long. Even if you can live to be 100 years old in peace, if you write one poem a day, you can only write 40,000 poems.

This does not exclude the time for studying and sleeping. Sometimes, he can write four or five new poems in a day.

He thought he was already a model worker, but he didn't expect there was another ruthless person! Who is this great god? Let him worship him!
Not only Lu You, but even his contemporary Xin Qiji became interested and could not help looking up at the sky above his head.

"He is truly an extraordinary person to be able to surpass Lu Fangweng in terms of quantity!"

Ten thousand songs, that is a terrifying number, it is really frightening.

We didn't have to wait too long, the answer was soon revealed.

[First place: Emperor Qianlong of the Qing Dynasty Aisin-Gioro Hongli]

[Existing: about 40,000]

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"God is coming! As expected!" "Okay, 40,000 limericks, right?"

"Human-shaped graffiti seal machine, the masterpiece of Qianlong: one piece, two pieces, three pieces, four pieces, five pieces, six pieces, seven pieces, eight pieces"

“Hahaha, there are also three steamed buns on both sides and a fire-baked bun in the middle.”

"Compared to Qianlong, I think I am considered cultured!"

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"puff!!"

I understand. The corner of Emperor Yongzheng's mouth twitched as he looked at the comments section making fun of Qianlong.

He looked at Hongli's name on the sky, veins on his forehead throbbing, and his hand unconsciously reached for the ruler.

"Get that bastard over here!"

He decided that not only should he subject the Han people to literary inquisition, but he should also subject this bastard to it.

Asking you to write poetry will embarrass you!
Just write doggerel, but you are so shameless as to make a big fuss about it. You have brought shame to the Aisin-Gioro family.

Mudd!

Coincidentally, the young Emperor Kangxi was also teaching the young Yongzheng a lesson and decided to strengthen his poetry education for the following reasons:

"Let me teach you something that is ignorant and incompetent. Let's see what you can teach!"

Achievements are achieved, but only Yongzheng is hurt in this world!

While Dai Qing was busy educating his son and grandson, the other poets just realized what was happening and couldn't hold back their laughter.

Li Qingzhao did not give the Qing emperor any face at all:

"Hahaha, what the hell is this? Could it be that this emperor wrote this when he was still wearing open-crotch pants?"

My sister Li has always been good at arguing with people.

Even Wang Wei, the "Poet-Buddha" who has always been gentle and never cursed, was a little upset. Looking at the doggerel above the sky, cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

If he met such an emperor and had to read such poems every day, the mere thought of it would be terrifying!

He had a lot of experience in this area. The current emperor, Li Longji, loved music very much, and he was also a master of the dongxiao.

Therefore, Wang Wei became the chief official of Taichang Temple and helped the emperor compose music.

Originally, Wang Wei thought that Li Longji was nothing and had no artistic talent at all. Now, looking at Emperor Qianlong writing doggerel on the sky curtain, he thought that Li Longji was nothing but a piece of shit.

Wang Wei suddenly felt that Li Sanlang's artistic talent was as high as a three-story building.

Sanlang! It was I, Wang Wei, who wronged you before!
[This inventory does not discuss appreciation of artistic elements, but only counts the number. If there is any dispute, please insult the unscrupulous emperor who forced the record. ]

[By the way, if we count based on valid poems, Lu You is undoubtedly the first! ]

"Hahaha! Disclaimer, right!"

"Qianlong said: I should post my poems everywhere!"

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"Hahaha, this Tatar emperor is just uncultured. He even wears green onions to pretend to be an elephant."

Big man, Liu Che's face flushed.

I couldn't help but feel fortunate that Tianmu didn't take stock of the emperor's little habits.

He admitted that he had no talent in literature, nor was he skilled in archery or horse riding. The only thing was that he had a disease: he was lustful!
The three palaces, six courtyards and seventy-two concubines in the imperial palace of later generations were all inspired by Liu Che.

From this point of view, he is not as good as the Ten-Perfect Old Man.

In the Tang Dynasty, Cheng Yaojin pointed at the sky and said to Li Shimin:

"Your Majesty, how about we find some chieftains from the Black Water (predecessors of the Jurchens) barbarian tribes to serve as imperial scholars specializing in poetry writing?

I think if everyone has this output of Qianlong, it won’t be long before every citizen of the Tang Dynasty can get his or her own exclusive poem.”

Although Cheng Yaojin's words were hurtful, they were appreciated by Li Shimin.

"Since these Black Water people like our Chinese poetry so much, let's incorporate them into the Chinese territory!"

(End of this chapter)