Datang: My apprentice is Li Chengqian

Chapter 83 This poem was not written by me

"Who wrote this... this poem?"

Kong Yingda was not calm at this time.

Although he is not good at writing poems, but at his level, his discerning ability is still not to be said.

Seeing a poem that can last forever appeared in front of him, he couldn't help being surprised.

"let me see."

Li Gang only noticed the poems just now, not the titles.

However, seeing this, he was stunned again.

Kong Yingda, who couldn't wait, stood up directly and came behind Li Gang.

"Qingxia copied it?"

Kong Yingda's face was full of surprise.

What does Qingxia transcribe mean?
Did Qingxia write it, or who wrote it?
Also, who is this Qingxia?

How does it feel like a little lady.

Could it be the oiran in Pingkangfang?
No, I am very familiar with the oirans of Pingkangfang, there is no one named Qingxia.

"Who handed in this poem just now?"

Li Gang couldn't help asking Ouyang Xun.

The poem would have progressed so far that it felt unnecessary to continue.

As soon as this poem about plum blossoms comes out, how can other people have the nerve to write another poem?

Unless you're confident it's better than this one.

And the abnormal actions of the judges on the stage naturally attracted everyone's attention.

"Brother Changsun, could it be that your masterpiece has attracted Master Li's attention? Otherwise, why would they be so surprised.

The champion of the first round just now was Xie Linmao. If this time it was still him, everyone would not be surprised. "

Du He's words made Chang Sun Chong feel very comfortable.

Sure enough, people still need someone to support them.

"Although my poem is not bad, it should not be good enough to attract several judges to discuss together."

The eldest grandson Chongdao also has self-knowledge.

However, he still had some expectations in his heart, hoping that Li Gang and the others were discussing his poems.

"If even Brother Changsun's poems can only be considered good, then no one's poems can be said to be good today."

Among the few noble children, Chang Sun Chong's level is considered the highest.

When the levels of two people are relatively close, it is probably difficult for one person to hold another person's stinky feet.

But when the gap between two people is large, then there is no problem.

Just like in a company, you may be jealous of the colleagues next to you doing the same job as you, but the salary is thousands of dollars higher than yours.

But if you switch to a different company, even if someone else's job is much easier than yours, this kind of jealousy will immediately come down.

At most, there is some envy left.

……

"It was handed in by a servant girl just now, but it seems to have left after handing in. I thought it was some maid who handed in the poems for my master, so I didn't pay much attention."

At this time, Ouyang Xun also began to recall who gave this piece of paper to him just now.

At the same time, his eyes are also quickly scanning the audience.

"There, that tall and thin girl standing in that corner."

After searching for a while, Ouyang Xun finally saw the familiar figure.

Although he didn't pay special attention to it just now, but the maid who handed in the poems was slim and handsome, and he was somewhat impressed.

Sure enough, if a person is beautiful, the recognition will be higher everywhere.

After Ouyang Xun finished speaking, he got up without hesitation and walked quickly towards Qingxia.

People who are already 70 years old can walk like flying.

It actually made many people around him a little worried that he would fall.

With Ouyang Xun's movement, Li Gang and the others couldn't help but follow.

They really want to know who wrote this poem.

"Yan'er, look quickly, Mr. Ouyang is coming towards us. It seems that the poem is really extraordinary."

Li Bing'e has been paying attention to the situation of the poetry meeting. When Li Gang and others were discussing on the stage just now, she had some premonitions.

Now seeing Ouyang Xun coming towards him, the guess in his heart became more and more certain.

Yang Yan didn't react yet, but Qingxia, who was always fearless, started to get nervous.

She has never experienced such a scene.

Just now the two female bosses asked her to be responsible for copying, and she dared not refuse.

"Bing'e, Yan'er, who wrote this poem?"

Ouyang Xun is quite familiar with the situation of the noble families in Chang'an City.

For example, Li Xiaogong, the king of Hejian County, and Yang Shidao's daughter-in-law, the servant of the Ministry of officials, he naturally knew each other.

It just so happened that he knew that both Yang Yan and Li Bing'e were talented women.

So even though he had some doubts about their strength in his heart, he still tended to think that this poem was written by one of the two of them.

"Mr. Ouyang, is this poem good?"

Li Bing'e and Yang Yan looked at each other, and then asked a question.

"Good! More than just good! If you don't go through a bit of cold, how can you get the fragrance of plum blossoms! Although the words are simple and unpretentious, the artistic conception is very profound. After hundreds of years, probably few people will still remember me, Ouyang Xun, but There must be many people who remember this poem."

Ouyang Xun is 70 years old, and he sees the problem very clearly.

Why do literati love names so much?

Don't they all want to live forever.

"I've lived to be 80 years old, and I haven't seen a poem about plum blossoms. It's better than yours."

At this time, Li Gang also came in front of him.

As soon as a few of them made a move, they immediately attracted many other literati.

All of a sudden, Yang Yan, Li Bing'e and others were surrounded in the middle.

"Although today's poetry meeting is not over yet, I think it's time to announce that the poem you submitted just now has won the first prize in today's poetry meeting."

Kong Yingda also added a sentence.

No way, he likes this poem so much.

Although the poems are written about plum blossoms, the nobility of literati is vaguely contained in them.

It makes people want to stop watching.

"I used to hear Hejian County King and Yang Shilang say that their daughters are better than their sons. I didn't feel anything, but now it seems that it is true."

Ouyang Xun couldn't help but stroked his beard, very satisfied with the two talented women in front of him.

Today's poetry meeting is not in vain.

"Mr. Ouyang, I didn't write this poem!"

Li Bing'e couldn't bear it any longer when she felt countless eyes gathered here.

"Didn't you write it? Is that Yan'er your masterpiece? If you don't make a song, it's a blockbuster."

Ouyang Xun was not surprised by Li Bing'e's answer.

Because he vaguely knew that Li Bing'e seemed to like playing with knives and guns more.

"Mr. Ouyang, I didn't write this poem either!"

Yang Yan is not the kind of person who covets the credit of others.

Besides, for this skill, even if she wants to be greedy, she can't be greedy.

However, seeing that everyone attached so much importance to this poem, she also inexplicably had a little more expectation in her heart.

Could it be that this poem was really written by that apprentice?
"Huh? Then... who wrote that?"

This time, Ouyang Xun finally lost his composure!
(End of this chapter)