My wife is Wu Zetian

Chapter 98

Hearing everyone's comments, Li Yanran couldn't help being stunned.

Is that all right?

Where is the good?
This poem seems to have colorful scenes, spring flowers and butterflies, and green leaves singing, but it is only qualified, and the artistic conception is not a little bit different from those masterpieces I heard in later generations.

Could it be that this is the legendary Tang Dynasty where the Chinese style was at its peak?
This is too disappointing.

"Who will continue? Everyone expresses what they see in their hearts, and there is no need to stick to the identity of the old man. The poetry conference is to discover talents, not for everyone to flatter the old man."

While listening to the compliments from the crowd, Shangguanyi kept a straight face, telling them not to be afraid of themselves, and just accept it boldly.

"Student offended."

A young literati stood up slowly.

"Peach blossoms are flying like fire in the sky, and there are always hidden clouds beside the clouds."

Hearing the answer from the man, Shangguanyi shook his head slightly. Although it was barely connected, it was just expressing the scene and didn't hear what he wanted to hear.

Although Shangguanyi didn't beat the gong to drink, he didn't care at all.

Paper Cai himself is definitely not as good as Shangguanyi, he just wants to show his face in front of the other party, as long as it is not too embarrassing, the goal will be achieved.

"continue."

Shangguan Yi's face was as heavy as water. If it is said that this literary and poetry conference is of such a level, then his coming to host this time will be in vain.

"The mountains are full of flowers like the sea, and the sea cliffs and water are like mirrors."

"Not good, not good."

"The confrontation is a bit far-fetched."

This time there was no need for Shangguanyi's evaluation, so someone would naturally speak up. After all, everyone is a master of writing, and it is difficult to write a good poem, but they are all good at picking faults.

The man sat down a little slumped, a little bit shocked.

People continued to stand up and continue the transmission, but still no one had the eyes of Shangguanyi.

The gong didn't sound, and Shangguanyi didn't drink a glass of wine.

"Brother Yunming, when will you make a move? We are still waiting for your masterpiece."

Li Qia looked at Xu Ang who was sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai, and was also a little anxious.

"Ok."

After finishing speaking, Xu Ang stood up slowly.

"Xu Ang is going to write a poem. If he hadn't suffered from a lack of personal morality, he might not have entered the Hongwen Museum now."

"My lord Shangguan hasn't had a glass of wine yet. It's obvious that everyone's work is not up to standard. I hope Xu Ang can write a good poem so that lord Shangguan doesn't look down on us."

A group of people looked at Xu Ang, although they said that this person's personal morality is indeed not good, but his literary talent is quite good.

"Six characters, right? Then I'll make a fool of myself."

Xu Ang smiled slightly and saluted to the official ceremony.

"Red lips are full of peach blossoms, pink makeup and jade face are drunk from ancient and modern times."

"it is good."

"What a vermilion lip, a little peach blossom, and a powdery jade face that is intoxicating in ancient and modern times."

The so-called open mouth is the peak, and experts will know if there is one as soon as they make a move.

When Xu Ang wrote this poem, the whole house was immediately applauded.

Not only Li Qia and other party members applauded vigorously, but also other literati.

These two simple sentences vividly outline the scene of the beauty dressing up and wanting to give up her shame.

It has to be said that it is a masterpiece.

"Duang."

Just when everyone was intoxicated by it, the gong hanging on the middle stage rang instantly, drawing everyone's attention to it.

"This poem is really a rare masterpiece. Xu Ang has literary talents, and it should be revealed."

Shangguanyi smiled slightly. Although Xu Ang's poetic style was frivolous, it made people's eyes shine.

He is very fair, and what amazes me is good poetry, and when encountering good poetry, I should be clear about it.

"When it comes to light."

"Yes."

A group of literati also raised wine one after another. With this poem alone, Xu Ang should be able to compete for the qualification to be the leader of this poetry conference.

"I don't think everyone has any objection to Xu Ang's copywriting."

After drinking a glass of wine, Shangguanyi immediately asked everyone if they could support Xu Ang's proposal.

"My lord, Xu Ang has little talent and little learning. I know someone who is ten times more talented than me. It's somewhat inappropriate for me to join that copywriting before he even took the order."

There was a cold light in Xu Ang's eyes, and he looked up at Changsun Yan who was on the side.

He had been beaten by Changsun Yan just now outside the court, and now he just took the opportunity to make Changsun Yan make a fool of himself.

Everyone looked at Changsun Yan and the others, with a lot of playfulness in their eyes.

Everyone knows that Zhang Sunyan is a dude, but Xu Ang is trying to make him look ugly in public.

Li Yanran glanced at the rebellious Xu Ang, and shook her head involuntarily.

How dare you make a fuss based on your talent and learning?
Did you just step on Changsun Yan?

Didn't know he was covered by me, Li Yanran?
Slapping you in the face once doesn't make your memory long, if you insist on rushing up and sticking your face in again, then I'll make you happy.

Li Yanran quietly handed a note to Changsun Yan, and after taking a look at it, Changsun Yan also became arrogant.

"Xu Ang is right. My literary talent is indeed ten times that of his. I haven't even taken the order yet. How dare he, and how can he get into that copywriting?"

Changsun Yan stood up slowly, looking at Xu Ang with eyes full of disdain.

"Hehe, then I would like to ask the eldest grandson to give you a poem. I want to see how your literary talents are ten times better than Brother Yunming."

Gao Fu on one side quit, he can't understand people's words, right?

Does Xu Ang mean that?

I know it's a way to provoke you, are you still boasting?
It's really worse than myself.

"listen."

"Bai Xue thinks that spring is late."

"No, where are the flowers? Changsun Yan, I'm afraid you don't even understand the rules of flying flowers to receive orders. Would you like me to help you with science."

"That's right, we admire flowers and you sing snow, wind and cows have nothing to do with horses."

Hearing the first line of Changsun Yan's poem, everyone laughed again.

"So wear the garden tree to make flying flowers."

After Changsun Yan finished speaking, he sat directly in front of his desk, closed his eyes as if he had nothing to do with himself, but secretly gave Li Yanran a thumbs up.

Brother Li is really a god-man. Even a layman like himself, who doesn't understand anything, can hear the artistic conception in this poem.

Hearing the scene of the poem, Changsun Yan couldn't help but have a picture in his mind,
After the heavy snowfall, one person sat in the courtyard and looked at the snow on the branches, thinking it was a happy scene of flying flowers all over the garden.

Compared to Xu Ang's comparison of beauty to peach blossoms, Li Yanran's comparison of snow to flowers is simply several times grander and several times more brilliant.

At this moment, the noisy meeting place was quiet, and everyone was reminiscing about the artistic conception of this poem, even Shangguanyi was no exception.

Shangguanyi closed his eyes and thought about it while drinking three glasses of wine, but at the end he let out a sigh.

He winked at the person in charge of beating the gong, and the other party nodded, swung the mallet with all his might, and smashed it hard on the gong.

"Duang."

The gong sounded like thunder and echoed in the venue. All the literati looked up with blood-red eyes, looking at Changsun Yan in a daze.

They really couldn't figure out that such a beautiful, gorgeous and artistic poem would be sung from Changsun Yan's mouth.

Could it be that the grandson Yan has been keeping a low profile, just using his identity as a playboy to cover himself up.Such a great talent makes me ashamed.

Others were blushing, but Xu Ang's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and he slumped on the ground somewhat slumped.

(End of this chapter)