Datang: My apprentice is Li Chengqian

Chapter 79

Poetry.

Poetry has an extraordinary status in the Tang Dynasty.

Although at this time, the status of poetry is not as good as that in the heyday of Tang Dynasty.

But signs of that popularity are already evident.

Whether they are literati or Chinese officials, they all like to participate in various poetry gatherings.

For example, at today's Qujiang Poetry Club, Kong Yingda, Li Gang, Yu Zhining and Ouyang Xun were all present.

"Wen Ji (Li Gang's word), I heard that all the leaders of the young generation in Chang'an City are here today, so you have to give everyone a good mention."

As the host of today's poetry meeting, Kong Yingda talked to Li Gang very enthusiastically.

Li Gang was a celebrity in the Sui Dynasty, even when Li Yuan was in power, they respected him a lot.

It is a pity that the Sui prince Yang Yong and Tang prince Li Jiancheng he tutored did not die well.

If history is allowed to go on, the prince Li Chengqian who he continues to tutor will not have good results.

It can be described as a prince killer.

However, his status in Datang's literary circle is definitely leveraged.

The most important thing is that he just turned eighty this year.

In the age of seventy, Li Gang was almost invincible in the court at his age.

As long as he doesn't make any principled mistakes, no one will criticize him.

Obviously, among the judges today, his status is the highest.

"Chongyuan (Kong Yingda's word) is right. Today is the rare provincial capital of my Tang Dynasty, so I have to ask Master Li to remind the younger generation."

Yu Zhining also admires Li Gang very much.

And he is the youngest among the four, calling Li Gang "Master Li", he is not wronged at all.

After all, Li Gang is now the teacher of the princes of the two dynasties.

"I heard that Xie Linmao and Wang Zijian from Jiangnan Road, Changsun Chong from the Changsun family, Cui Xiangkun from the Qinghe Cui family, Lu Tianwu from the Lu family in Fanyang, and Zheng Dong from the Zheng family in Xingyang are all favorites to win the championship.

I don't know what good work they have prepared today, which can refresh everyone. "

Ouyang Xun said something expectantly.

As a leading figure in the literary world in the Tang Dynasty, Ouyang Xun was known as one of the "Four Masters" of calligraphy in the early Tang Dynasty.

In addition, he happened to be ten years younger than Li Gang, and he was already 70 years old this year. Although his status in Chang'an City was not as good as Li Gang's, it was not much better.

The most important thing is that he will definitely live longer than Li Gang, so to some extent, many scholars may care more about Ouyang Xun's opinion.

After all, even if Li Gang takes a fancy to you, it is very likely that he will die before he has time to support you.

"There are rumors outside that whoever won the first prize in poetry this year is the most talented person in Chang'an City, so I guess the situation in the waiting meeting will be very lively, and everyone should be able to see all kinds of excellent works."

Kong Yingda said something expectantly.

As the organizer of the poetry meeting, he naturally hoped that the poetry meeting would be as successful as possible, and that the more excellent works, the better.

"Well, I think it's about the same time, so let's start."

Although Li Gang is 80 years old, he still looks quite tough.

Without the help of a maid, he directly sat on the main seat.

……

In the plum blossom forest, Qin Xiedao leisurely admired the plum blossoms in full bloom.

Behind him, Cheng Chu endured it silently for a while, and finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"Brother Qin, you don't dare to go to the scene, do you? If you really don't dare to go, it's fine, just tell us. Anyway, our military commanders don't rely on reciting poems and composing music to make meritorious service on the battlefield."

"Actually, there is no need to be too scared to go to the scene. We sit there and watch the fun. No matter what questions people ask, we just don't submit poems, and it's fine."

Cheng Chuliang also added a sentence aside.

"If you ask me, this poetry meeting is not very interesting. It's better to find a place and let everyone practice it. I heard that Brother Qin's skills are very good."

Fang Yiai's words revealed her true nature even more.

He has no interest in poetry and composition.

On the contrary, he is more enthusiastic about learning martial arts than anyone else.

"Brother Qin, do you want to say something?"

Yuchihuan couldn't help urging.

The oirans of Pingkang Fang, wait for them to pass by, they will not be seen.

Today, it was so hard to see the four big oirans at the same time, do you want to miss it all the time?

If it wasn't for the fact that everyone climbed over the wall together, he would have passed by himself first.

"It's very hard to get rid of the dust, so hold on to the rope tightly. If you don't go through a bit of cold, how can you get the fragrance of plum blossoms."

Qin Xiedao ignored the noise of Cheng Chumo and others, but couldn't help singing a poem about plum blossoms.

Coincidentally, I don't know who placed the table, pens, inks, papers and inkstones in the Merlin, but the person was not there.

So Qin Xiedao simply drew a few plum blossoms in a few strokes there, and then wrote poems beside them.

The inscription was also very unceremoniously written with the three big characters of Qin Xiedao.

"Just ask my brothers, how is my poem? At this level, is it enough to slap me in the face at the poetry meeting in the past? Do you still think I dare not go to the poetry meeting?"

After Qin Xiedao finished writing his name and stood to appreciate the opportunity, he turned around and looked at Cheng Chumo for a while.

Although they are considered idiots in literature, they can be regarded as literate characters.

Ordinary verses, whether they are good or bad, they cannot tell.

But like Qin Xiedao's current masterpiece that can be passed down through the ages, if they can't see it, then it's too bad.

Obviously, the sons of Xungui are not as bad as everyone imagined.

"Brother Qin, you really wrote this poem? Could it be that you asked someone to write it down in advance?"

After Cheng Chumo was silent for a moment, he asked the question in his heart.

"Who do you think in Chang'an City can write such a poem for me?"

When Qin Xiedao asked such a question, Cheng Chumo had nothing to say.

Indeed, if someone could write such a good poem, it would be impossible to be unknown.

"The poem looks pretty good, but this painting of plum blossoms is even more realistic. Brother Qin, I didn't hear that you even learned how to draw."

Cheng Chuliang looked at the painting in front of him curiously, his eyes full of surprise.

"There are still many things that you haven't heard of. After seeing more, you will get used to it."

Cheng Chumo: ...

Cheng Chuliang: ...

Invisibly, he was taken by Versailles again.

However, at least they will no longer question Qin Xiedao now.

They are a group, even if they still have doubts in their hearts, they can't always show their distrust.

Otherwise, how can we be brothers.

"Let's go! After reading this Merlin, let's go to the poetry meeting to see it, so that you don't have to go to bed tonight and still talk about those courtesans, and secretly scold me in your heart."

(End of this chapter)