Datang: Cheating in the imperial examination at the beginning

Everyone's attention was focused on the rice paper in the shopkeeper's hand.

It was the ink treasure left by Lu Yan.

Without being reminded by everyone, the shopkeeper has already displayed the rice paper in front of everyone.

The handwriting on it is majestic and powerful through the back of the paper.

Clearly audible.

"Funeral flowers!".

The first thing everyone saw when they saw the title was that they couldn't help but exclaim: "Good words!".

In ancient times, a piece of calligraphy was the façade.

Well-written words abound.

can be like Lu Yan, majestic and atmospheric, but it is self-contained, and the whole work is natural.

Although most people can't appreciate calligraphy, they can feel the difference.

Those oirans have indeed read poetry and books since childhood, and they can be identified at a glance.

Lu Yan's calligraphy has reached such a level of mastery.

But the concubine is intentional, and Lang is ruthless.

Thinking of this........ They all had some resentment.

And the people who knew how to read unconsciously read out the poems on it.

"Flowers and flowers are flying all over the sky, who is sorry for the red incense?"

The first sentence appeared, and those oirans were like being hit hard, and they couldn't let go for a long time.

"The gossamer is soft and fluttering, and the flocculent is lightly stained with the embroidery curtain. "

"The daughter in the boudoir cherishes the spring twilight, and is full of sorrow. "

“................"

When I read the back, the sound of the whole inn door became smaller and smaller, but there were a lot more sobs.

The atmosphere of gloom and sadness quickly spreads.

The oirans were even more like the central ones, with sad expressions and gloomy eyes.

Although they are Oiran, they are beautiful and famous in Chang'an.

It is sought after by countless people.

After all, it's just a famous prostitute....... Women have a low status, let alone them, their status is low, and no one will confide their hearts to them.

The words of the mouth are all lies, coveting their beauty.

Once a person is old, I am afraid that he will be abandoned without hesitation, and his fate will be miserable, and no one will hang the curtain.

On the contrary, it added a lot of spittle.

Who can understand the grievances in their hearts?

Always....... There are stories of talented and beautiful women, but it is always a story, and there are a few men in reality who can do that and treat them like ordinary girls.

They wept in mourning.

was said to have hit what he thought in his heart, touched the scene, and was sad.

And because Lu Yan understands them so well at such a young age, it can be seen from this poem that he respects them.

It's hard to find a confidant, and he's still a young man with such a talent and a reputation in Chang'an.

How could they not be moved?

"Master Lu, as an immortal, is so open-minded, he doesn't treat us with any contempt. Thinking about it, I'm still too much of a philistine, and rushing forward will only tarnish Lu Gongzi's reputation. "

"With Lu Gongzi's masterpiece, if you understand our thoughts, you will already die without regrets. Many of the Oiran sighed, "That's it, that's all for today, and I'll leave here." "

The rest of the Oiran also had different looks.

There are regrets, resentments, and hesitations.

"Shopkeeper, please inform Mr. Lu if you are troublesome, as long as he nods, I will come in person, as a slave and a maid, not asking for anything else, just to study ink and light the lamp for him next to Gongzi!".

The Jade Lou Oiran spoke again, and her tone was extraordinarily firm.

In the past, they came more to get Lu Yan's Mobao, with the heart of a philistine, to add a little more to their reputation.

Now the attitude has changed, and it is sincere.

has long been impressed by Lu Yan.

They were ashamed in their hearts, and they felt more and more that their hearts were dirty, and when a poem came out, Lu Yan was already very noble in their hearts, like an immortal, spotless.

After saying that, he left straight away, and did not linger any longer.

The rest of the Oirans also left a message, begged the shopkeeper to convey it, and then they all left.

The entrance of the inn became open again.

The people dispersed, but the poem "Funeral Flowers" spread far and wide, and it became popular in Chang'an again.

.............

In the palace.

Li Shimin was holding a piece of rice paper in his hand, if Lu Yan was here, he would definitely find that this was the original manuscript he wrote in front of the inn.

It actually fell into the hands of Li Shimin.

However, it is no exception, although Chang'an is huge, but at the feet of the Son of Heaven, there is basically nothing to hide from his ears and eyes.

With his identity, it was easy to get his hands on this manuscript.

Li Shimin's attention is not about poetry, although this poem is also excellent, but Lu Yan's talent for writing poetry has long been appreciated.

I've been used to it for a long time

What made him pay attention was that the calligraphy on it, looking at the strong and powerful characters on it, the pen was like a dragon and a snake, and each font seemed to come to life, jumping out of the paper, full of spirituality.

This is the first time he has seen this kind of calligraphy.

He is also a person who loves calligraphy, and he has studied and practiced all year round, and he claims that calligraphy is not everyone, but he is also a leader.

Compared with this calligraphy, it is simply a world of difference.

"Is this really written by Lu Yan?"

Li Shimin looked at Li Changsheng beside him in disbelief.

Many people in Chang'an have seen with their own eyes that Master Lu is talented and can do it in one go. "

Li Changsheng bowed his waist and said hurriedly, not forgetting to praise Lu Yan.

Lu Yan ....... What else can't you do?".

After Li Shimin received an affirmative answer, he sat on the chair and rubbed his eyebrows as if deflated.

It's a devastation.

Poetry is good, it can be called talent.

Political opinion is also providential.

Calligraphy, although it is also a talent, requires years of practice.

I have practiced for so many years, and the only calligraphy I am proud of is nothing in front of Lu Yan.

Nothing compares!

Li Shimin was so depressed that he almost vomited blood.

forced himself to calm down, and constantly comforted himself in his heart: "Genius........ It can't be judged by common sense, otherwise how can it be called a genius. "

Thinking of this, he felt a little better.

I looked at the calligraphy on it again, my eyes narrowed slightly, and I suddenly had a plan.

A lot of ideas immediately popped up.

"Maybe you can make some articles on this. "

Li Shimin said secretly, but a smile appeared on his face again, and he seemed to be very happy, completely dissipating the previous depression.

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