Taking the warehouse back to Datang, Li Erle felt numb

Chapter 43 Since you are a talented man, why not compose a poem?
Among the few poems that everyone agrees with, one is from the Lu family, a descendant of the Lu family.

The prime moon is shining brightly, the sky is full of streets in the first month, and the night is as cool as a wash.

Cui Zhe, who came from the Cui family, was a Jinshi in the dynasty and had outstanding literary talent.

So far, there will be no matter in the sky, it should be Chang'e throwing people away.

There are also two unknown scholars who live in Beijing for a short time. It's the Mid-Autumn Festival again.

Don't talk about the ups and downs of the cloudy and sunny, and it is a good season in the world.

The poems written by these people have been praised by countless people, even the dignitaries in the court.

Then, he came up with a quatrain written by a talented man named Li Feng.

Zen is full of flavor and guest is sad, giving me clear light and the moon filling the building.

Do you have a few free days in January? This Mid-Autumn Festival is rare in a hundred years.

The chrysanthemums have been waiting for the Double Ninth Festival for a long time, and the fragrance of osmanthus remains in the upper world.

I don't know who will continue the tour in Guanghan.

As soon as this poem came out, countless people were so amazed that they no longer even had the intention of writing a poem.

Li Chengqian smiled and said: "This person is from the Li family in Longxi. He will probably take part in the imperial examination next year. I think he will achieve good results."

Lin Heng also nodded: "This poem is indeed well written, I admire it!"

Li Chengqian's eyes were on Lin Heng with a smile.

"Brother Lin, if you don't say a few words, my sister is particularly interested in your poems. If you come up with a good poem, there will probably be no problem in becoming famous in Chang'an."

Lin Hengxiao asked: "Can I become an official if I write poetry?"

Li Chengqian was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect Lin Heng to say that, and he shook his head at the moment.

"If you become famous in poetry, you will be favored by officials. Officials of the fifth rank and above in the imperial court will have the right to recommend them. If you are favored by these people, you can get a name in the imperial examination."

"Then I have no interest. I won't pass the imperial examination anyway."

Li Chengqian scratched his head and didn't know what to say.

But isn’t being famous a good thing for people?

Although talented people from outside could not get in, they still asked people to send poems, just to show their faces in front of these big shots.

At this time, a young man began to read a poem he had written.

"The clouds cover the moon, and the flowers are shy, and the wind blows in the mirror, and the dew is strong."

Li Chengqian was immediately confused: "Why is this poem so similar to the one you wrote before?"

Lin Heng smiled and shook his head: "I told you that I didn't write it. Brother Li doesn't believe it at all. If my literary talent was good, I would have taken the imperial examination long ago."

When Li Chengqian was about to say something, an old man in the seat stood up.

Li Chengqian recognized this person. He was Chu Liang, a bachelor of Hongwen Palace. He was one of the eighteen bachelors of the Qin Dynasty and had a high status.

"This poem is quite interesting, but it is very similar to the poem I just saw: Clouds Think of Clothes and Flowers Think of Face..."

"Have you heard of it just now?"

"Yunxiang's clothes are beautiful, Xiangrong's clothes are beautiful, and Revlon is blowing in the spring breeze. If I don't see you at the top of Qunyu Mountain, I will meet you at Yaotai!"

The old man had a strong breath, and when he read these four sentences, he was quite powerful, and everyone present could hear them clearly.

At this time, Lin Heng was stunned.

Li Bai was not born for several decades. Could it be that because of his own arrival, Li Bai came into the world early?

This shouldn't be the case, then this poem was released by itself.

How did it get spread?

Hearing this, everyone also laughed and said: "I have indeed heard it just now. This poem is so well written that it is amazing!"

"Think of it, the woman described in this poem must have a look that would captivate a country."

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On the field, the conversation suddenly changed, and the focus suddenly changed from the poems at the poetry meeting to this Qingping tune.

Chu Liang was just lamenting the goodness of this poem, but the theme tonight is the Mid-Autumn Festival after all, so when he heard a talented man say this poem, he stood up and said something.

It doesn't matter if you don't say it, the atmosphere on the court immediately became heated. "The person who wrote this poem seems to be named Lin Heng?"

"Can this person be present?"

"It seems that the one on the second floor is..."

The next second, countless people also turned their attention to Lin Heng on the second floor. He instantly became the focus of the crowd.

Chu Liang also had a smile on his lips: "Boy, I remember you. You even recommended something to me that day at Baibao Pavilion."

Lin Heng also stood up and raised his hands towards the old man: "That's right the boy."

"That poem was written by you. It's really a masterpiece of literary talent!"

"No."

what?
Not only the old man, but also everyone else present was stunned for a moment, including Chang Sun Chong.

Did this person directly admit that he didn’t write it?

Lin Heng then smiled and said: "Although I don't know how the poem came out, it is true that I did not write it."

"Then I dare to ask Xiao Langjun, who wrote this poem?"

"I want to see you later."

Li Bai, you can’t see him either, he’s not born yet!
Lin Heng also had a headache. Just when he was about to talk to the Taoist priest, Changsun Chong stood up.

"That day I saw him write this poem with my own eyes. At that time, I just wondered why there was such a talented person in the world. I could only say that I was inferior."

"Why did you say you didn't write it again today? Do you want to be humble in front of everyone?"

Well, it was Changsun Wuji's son Changsun Chong who said this, and that seemed trustworthy.

After all, Chang Sun Chong's literary talent is not low among the younger generation.

Lin Heng gradually smelled a hint of flattery. No wonder this guy arranged such a good seat for himself. Was he setting a trap for himself?
Raise your own style, let everyone notice you, and then praise you?

When Chu Liang heard this, he smiled again and said: "Since it was written by Xiao Langjun, why should I be modest? There are so many people today, and we still can't write a song higher than your Yun Xiang Clothes and Hua Xiang Rong." The poem is really unreasonable."

"You might as well play a song too, Mr. Xiaolang, to open everyone's eyes!"

Lin Heng waved his hand: "I really didn't write this, and I came here today just to join in the fun."

Before he finished speaking, someone stood up again and said with an unhappy look on his face: "Scholar Chu personally asked you to write a poem. This is to appreciate your talent. How can you be so ignorant!"

"Could it be that you want to gain fame? Do you know who the people here are?"

I do not know
Lin Heng wanted to say this at this moment.

But the current atmosphere, led by that person, seemed to have changed.

Everyone was staring at Lin Heng, wondering whether to write or not. He was invited by Bachelor Chu. If he didn't write, it would be a loss of face, and it would be a pretext for fame and reputation.
The atmosphere is sometimes such a disgusting thing that makes you do things you don't want to do. You clearly feel that it is not good for you, but it is taken for granted.

Li Chengqian on the side also noticed something was wrong and frowned.

"Since I don't want to write, why bother forcing me to do so? Today is a poetry meeting, and it's enough for everyone to drink and have fun!"

The moment Li Chengqian stood up, no one dared to speak.

Damn it, the prince is speaking for that person, who is so stubborn...

When Chu Liang saw this, he also sighed slightly: "I am too rude and want to accuse you first. In that case, how about we continue?"

But the current atmosphere is obviously no longer as lively as it was just now.

It is definitely impossible to continue.

The person in charge of Chunming Tower clearly understood the atmosphere and immediately found someone to perform to lighten the atmosphere.

Seeing this, Lin Heng sighed. He couldn't make the atmosphere like this because he must be remembered by others.

"In that case, let's write one. I'll say it first, and it will be average..."

Everyone immediately became interested again.

Changsun Chong looked at Lin Heng with a sarcastic smile.

"Write about the moon. The moonlight shines brightly in front of the bed."

(End of this chapter)