It is not easy to be a monk in the Tang Dynasty

"Look, come out, come out!"

Zhang Yang looked up at the moon in boredom, imagining the beauty of Sister Chang'e, wondering if she was lonely in Toad Palace?

The first immortal among the 300 people will ascend to the blue sky in a leisurely way.

At the beginning of the green robe, the king's kindness is heavy, and the emperor's list first opened the imperial ink group.

The dragon is the horse, the jade is the whip, the flowers are like silk and willows are like cotton.

People at that time were not surprised that they were admitted early, since Chang'e loves young people.

Zhang Yang raised his head and looked up. It seems that Chang'e likes people in the officialdom, which is a bit inconsistent with her cold personality.She also didn't know if she liked this little guy, Zhang Yang was just fantasizing about it, and there was commotion around him.

The first one is a young woman in palace attire, between a girl and a woman, about seventeen or eighteen years old, with a hint of temptation in her pure face, these two somewhat contradictory phrases are perfect for her Fusion, with a flying fairy bun on her arm, walked slowly under the hazy moonlight, adding a touch of immortality that does not eat the fireworks of the world.

Could it be that the fairy Chang'e in the sky couldn't bear the coldness of the toad palace and came down to feel the warmth of the world?Zhang Yang looked up at the bright moon in the sky, it was still as perfect as a silver plate.

After the woman appeared, Zhang Yang obviously felt that the surrounding temperature had risen a lot. Although everyone didn't show it on the surface due to the talent's reputation, the stunning and possessive eyes could not be concealed.

Zhang Yang stared at this woman, it seemed that this was the organizer of today's poetry meeting, Kong Qingyun, the granddaughter of Kong Yingda!

"Thank you all for coming. Qingyun thanked you here. Today Qingyun is holding a poetry meeting here. I hope you can use your talents and ideas to produce more excellent works. It is not a good story."

Kong Qingyun looked around and smiled lightly, "Today's poems will be different from the past. Those with excellent poems will be collected into books for readers all over the world to enjoy!"

If the appearance of Kong Qingyun made these talents very excited, then what she said now is driving people crazy!

The ancients had the same name, and the quality of their reputation was even related to their personal future. The greater the reputation, the more attention they received, and the greater the possibility that they would be favored by the court and the emperor, and then they would rise to the top!

However, due to the lack of bombardment of media propaganda information from later generations, these scholars are keen to participate in various gatherings, and the poetry club is their first choice. If they write a masterpiece in the poetry club, it will be widely circulated , people's reputation will follow.

Now Kong Qingyun actually told them that this excellent work will be included in a book for the people of the world to recite. What a great honor and what a temptation. All the talents are gearing up and preparing for a sprint, vowing to grab a place in the book .

"Everyone be quiet." Kong Qingyun was very happy to see everyone's passionate scene. This is a poetry meeting held by herself. If everyone can't cheer up, then she will be ashamed of herself.

"Today Qingyun also invited a few judges for the Poetry Club to be fair! We will pass on everyone's poems to them, and whoever is selected by them will have a chance to become their disciple!"

Whoa!

Everyone was in an uproar, don't have too many surprises today, the eyes looking at Kong Qingyun instantly became much hotter.

"Okay, today's poetry meeting is not limited to topics and genres. You can enjoy the night scene while conceiving, and you will not waste the beauty of this beautiful day."

After Kong Qingyun finished speaking, she turned and left, and walked onto the boat parked in the lake beside it, where the important guests of this poetry meeting were located!

The beauty has gone, and everyone is staring at the painting boat with firm eyes, they must board the boat that only the excellent ones can get on.

Zhang Yang took Lu Rui away, and now he has nothing else to do. Tasting pastries, tasting fine wine and admiring the night view, taking the time to look at the sweaty talents who scratched their ears and cheeks anxiously, this feeling is amazing!

"Young master, why don't you participate?"

Lurui was very curious looking at Zhang Yang, who was eating happily. Seeing others thinking hard and thinking about the situation almost scratched their heads. Why did Zhang Yang look so leisurely and completely out of state?

"With this young master's literary talents, if you go to participate, you can't make others die of shame? This young master is a monk with a compassionate heart, so it's better not to kill more!"

Zhang Yang looked at Lurui in surprise, as if surprised that she didn't think of this reason, Lurui was a little dumbfounded, how could a person be so shameless!

"Young Master, you have such a big tone, I want to see how you make us die of shame!"

Zhang Yang was joking with Lu Rui, but a sneer suddenly came from behind, which startled both of them.

"The Master said, 'Do not see what is wrong with propriety, and do not listen to what is wrong with propriety'. It is not a gentleman's act to eavesdrop on others' speech like this, brother. I am afraid that something is wrong!"

Zhang Yang was depressed, why did talking to his little maid hinder him, this person has to get to the bottom of it and mess around?I'm too lazy to talk to you!

Zhang Yang turned around and left, completely ignoring the 'playboy' who was glaring at him and glaring at the cockfighting face, looked at the clothes, full of flowers, and then looked at the face, Nima, dare not look directly, if I read correctly If so, then under the moonlight, the ghastly pale face must have been covered with a layer of powder!

Zhang Yang really can't accept the appearance of a big man dressed up as such a flamboyant rooster. The key is that this rooster, no, this young man still feels good about himself and thinks he has the style of a hermit in the Wei and Jin Dynasties. Zhang Yang feels that his goosebumps are all gone. Get up, thank this young master, let him know that the reflex arc of his body is so sensitive.

"You, how can you be so rude? You are afraid, and I am sorry if you are exposed. This is a place of poetry and learning. How can a person like you stay here and pollute this elegant place for nothing? land!"

Seeing Zhang Yang leaving without even looking at himself, 'Hua Rooster' expressed that he was very angry.

Among the Chang'an students, he is also famous for his talent, so he will be angry when he hears such big words from Zhang Yang. Where will he put himself in such a statement!

However, now people think that they don't exist, and angry people often lose their reason, and their words become more and more harsh. If it weren't for the fact that there are people around who are not good at participating in the poetry meeting, he can temporarily put aside the gentleman's behavior and make publicity This disrespectful man gave him a good beating to let him know what it means to be a gangster!

"Brother Du, what are you doing here? Have you made another masterpiece?"

"Hehe, brother Wang is really joking, with this dear brother's jewels in front of him, how dare the little brother make a fool of himself!"

"Flower rooster" means Mr. Du pointed at Zhang Yang who was about to leave, and smiled maliciously.

"Oh? If you dare to ask this young master's name, what masterpieces do we have for our admiration?"

Since ancient times, there is no first in literature, and there is no second in martial arts. Hearing that Mr. Du was so flattering and flamboyant, Mr. Wang immediately lost his composure.

I am not as good as Du Pengfei, can I not be as good as you, a little guy?

In Prince Wang's opinion, Zhang Yang is only half of the grown-up child, what can Qi do without even growing his hair?The well-known talents in the capital knew it themselves, but they had never seen Zhang Yang, so he didn't believe Du Pengfei's words.

Zhang Yang felt very annoyed. These people didn't think about how to write a good poem, and they all revolved around themselves. At this time, because the voice here had attracted the attention of many people, they all focused on Zhang Yang and others. on people!

"It seems that this young master can only talk big, let's have fun, haha!"

Du Pengfei seemed to be trying to save Zhang Yang, but in fact, everyone was saying that Zhang Yang was just a clown, and that his overreaching was purely for the entertainment of everyone.

Zhang Yang is a little angry, and there is no end to it. Is it really so superior to embarrass yourself?

Then, let you die in peace!

At this moment, Zhang Yang is like a poet possessed by a fairy, and his mind is gradually full of famous sentences from the ages, which is to make you collapse, defeat you in your most proud place, and see if you people will still be so arrogant and unforgiving.

Zhang Yang seemed to see something funny, and there was an evil smile on the corner of his mouth.