Datang: My apprentice is Li Chengqian

Chapter 84

When Ouyang Xun and the others made such a big commotion, the other scholars immediately felt that something was wrong.

Many people have already guessed what it is.

"If you don't go through a bit of cold, how can you get the fragrance of plum blossoms. Brother Xie, in front of this poem, your so-called masterpieces are nothing more than this."

Wang Zijian and Xie Linmao naturally followed the crowd around Li Bing'e and the others, and heard Ouyang Xun's last verse.

"It is indeed better than what I wrote! I just don't know who wrote such a beautiful poem."

After a moment of silence, Xie Linmao accepted this reality.

In today's poetry meeting, there is no doubt that I will not be the one who won the first place.

There are days outside the sky, and there are people above people.

Xie Linmao couldn't help but be filled with emotion when he thought of his father's teachings when he set out to Chang'an City.

Before, because he was the most talented person in Datang, he was not one of them.

But now this self-confidence has been completely crushed.

"Looking at Mr. Ouyang's reaction just now, it seems that this poem was provided by the little lady in front of me, but listening to their conversation, it is not written by them."

Now Wang Zijian also wants to know who wrote this poem.

In Chang'an City, when did such a great talent appear again?

……

"Mr. Ouyang, we are not sure who wrote this poem."

Yang Yan and Li Bing'e looked at each other, and under the pressure of Ouyang Xun and others' urgent eyes, they gave an answer that made everyone even more confused.

"Huh? You don't know who wrote it?"

Ouyang Xun was obviously very surprised by this answer.

"Then where did this poem come from, do you all know?"

"Here, it's the poem on this painting. We think it's pretty good, and it seems that we haven't heard it before, so we asked Qingxia to copy it and hand it in."

At this time, Li Bing'e didn't dare to hide any more.

"Painting?"

Ouyang Xun accepted the work handed over by Li Bing'e with a confused face.

However, when he opened the scroll, his eyes immediately lit up.

For the people around Ouyang Xun, the first thing that catches their eyes is the vivid plum blossoms.

But for Ouyang Xun, it was completely different.

"Who wrote this... this word?"

As one of the four masters of calligraphy in the early Tang Dynasty, Ouyang Xun's calligraphy level is extremely high.

At a glance, he saw that the calligraphy of the inscription on the painting was extraordinary.

"Qin Xiedao? Who is this Qin Xiedao?"

Ouyang Xun finally noticed the name of the inscription.

But he was even more confused.

It's not that he has never heard of the name Qin Xiedao.

On the contrary, whether it was the Xuanwumen Change or the Weishui Alliance, the name Qin Xiedao had already entered the ears of civil and military officials in the Manchu Dynasty.

However, that Qin Xiedao is a school lieutenant, a proper warrior.

Ouyang Xun obviously had no way to connect the Qin Xiedao he knew with the Qin Xiedao in the painting.

"Mr. Ouyang, this Qin Xiedao is the Qin Xiedao you said you have heard of. As far as I know, in Chang'an City, only Duke Yi's eldest son is called Qin Xiedao."

Yang Yan's words once again surprised everyone.

……

"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.

Impossible, it is absolutely impossible that this poem was written by Qin Xiedao.He doesn't even know a few big characters, how could he write such a famous sentence through the ages? "

Behind Ouyang Xun, a group of gifted scholars and beauties who participated in the poetry meeting were crowded.

Chang Sun Chong was naturally among them.

However, after seeing the complete verses on the painting, his reaction was very intense.

Whether it was Xie Linmao, Wang Zijian, or even Zheng Dong and Lu Tianwu who defeated him, Chang Sun Chong was barely convinced.

But Qin Xiedao won him, this is something that is unacceptable no matter what.

How is this possible!
"I've never heard of the Qin Xie Taoist Association writing poetry. If he has this level, why doesn't he even dare to participate in the poetry meeting after receiving the invitation?"

Du He also followed up and expressed his own doubts.

As Du Ruhui's son, he is also considered a post-civilian, so everyone's expectations of him are relatively high.

But in fact, Du He is an idiot.

"I also find it very strange. This painting is very elegant and unique, and this poem is even more elegant and clean. People can't help but praise it. Such poems are definitely not something that people like Qin Xiedao can write. from."

Gao Jin also felt dull.

My group was thinking about how to slap Qin Xiedao in the face today, but at the critical moment, they found that they didn't get slapped in the face, but were slapped in the face by others instead.

……

"You mean this poem was written by Qin Xiedao? Did you watch him write it with your own eyes?"

After listening to Yang Yan's words, Ouyang Xun continued to raise his own questions.

There is no way, let alone Ouyang Xun, none of the judges such as Li Gang, Kong Yingda, and Yu Zhining has no doubts.

When did the literary literacy of the generals' children become so high?
If this is the case, wouldn't there be a character with both civil and military skills in Chang'an City?

"No, it's not. We didn't watch Qin Xiedao write it with our own eyes. But Qin Xiedao came here today with Cheng Chumo, Cheng Chuliang, Yuchihuan and Fang Yiai. When he was writing the poem, there was no one else around him. .

Apart from Qin Xiedao himself, it seems unlikely that other people could write such classic poems. "

Li Bing'e and Yang Yan looked at each other, thinking it's better to tell the truth.

This matter is bigger than they imagined.

Who made the other people who participated in the poetry meeting today so disappointed?

As a result, Ouyang Xun and the others were astonished when they saw this poem.

"Cheng Chumo and the others, it is naturally impossible to write such a poem. The old man would rather believe that Qin Xiedao wrote it himself than Cheng Chumo and Fang Yiai."

If Cheng Chumo listened to Ouyang Xun's words, he would definitely be very hurt.

This is the rhythm of being shot while lying down.

"Xinben, could it be that Qin Xiedao heard about this poem from somewhere, so he wrote it down today?"

Kong Yingda's words expressed the feelings of many people.

Regardless, obviously, Ouyang Xun doesn't think so.

"If it's what you said, why haven't we heard of it? People who can write such poems are definitely not ordinary people. It is impossible for us to have heard of nothing.

Besides, even if this poem was written by someone else, it's impossible for the paintings and characters to be written by someone else, right?

Do you think there is anyone in Chang'an who can write more beautifully than this one? "

Ouyang Xun's words shifted everyone's attention to the font of the poem on the painting.

Seeing this, everyone immediately noticed the difference.

(End of this chapter)