I'm so hard

Chapter 21
When Zhao Yan walked to the desk, he heard a burst of exclamation.

Then, a group of people excitedly surrounded him.

At this time, Lu Nianwei also came to Zhao Yan's side and polished the ink for him personally.

All the scholars present were envious.

In the past few months, countless noble sons have invited Lu Nianwei to dinner, but they were all rejected.

Now that Lu Nianwei took the initiative to grind ink for a man, how could he not make these people jealous.

Not far away, Jin Renjun's face was cold, and Zhao Yan's confident expression made him feel that the other party didn't take him seriously at all.

Zhao Yan thought for a while, picked up the Langhao pen and began to write.

"Breaking the moment and giving the military commander"

As soon as the name was written, the people off the court held their breath.

Swish!Swish!Swish!
"Looking at the sword with the lamp on while drunk, dreaming back to the battalion of blowing horns. The eight hundred miles are divided into fires under the command, and the fifty strings are turned outside the fort. The soldiers are ordered in autumn on the battlefield."

As soon as the upper column came out, the eyes of the surrounding scholars suddenly lit up.

Excellent work!
Only relying on this half que, this poem is enough to be handed down for hundreds of generations.

"It's such a good sentence, "autumn soldiers on the battlefield", my number one poet in the Great Zhou Dynasty, it must be this person!"

Zhao Yan dipped in the ink and continued to write.

"Lu Feikuai, who is a horse, bows like a thunderbolt, but ends the affairs of the king and wins fame in life and death. It's a pity that it happened for nothing!"

When a scholar behind Zhao Yan recited the second half of the Que passionately, the whole hall fell silent.

"It's a pity that it happened for nothing to end the affairs of the king and win the fame of life and death!"

Famous sayings through the ages!
A famous sentence through the ages!
This poem is used to describe the military commander Yang Xinghuai, it is really suitable.

Some people even had tears in their eyes.

Duan Xu, a poet idiot, trembled all over, and murmured: "What am I capable of? It is my great honor, Duan Xu, to have the opportunity to see this poem published!"

Shangguan Yuntun, the number one talented scholar in Changdan City, burst into tears and choked up, saying: "If I can write this poem, I will die in the evening."

The others were even more stunned.

This is completely a poem fairy descending to earth, which is completely different from them.

Only Xiao Zijie looked confused, and said in his heart: It's just a little better than my song!
Jin Renjun was so angry that his face was ashen. At this moment, if he took out the war poem written by combining the wisdom of the four people, it would be a shame to show it off.

Zhao Yan put down the Langhao pen, looked at Jin Renjun, and said: "The way of poetry, since the beginning of the Great Zhou Dynasty, you can only scratch the surface."

As soon as these words fell, everyone in the hall respected Zhao Yan.

Everyone puffed up their chests, feeling that they were so proud of being a Dazhou person.

Even Lu Nianwei looked at Zhao Yan with little stars in her eyes.

Jin Renjun was so angry that he wanted to overturn the water platform, but his skills were not as good as others, so he could only endure it.

Zhao Yan brushed a strand of long hair on his forehead, looked at the 3000 taels of gold on the water platform, and said, "Let's distribute the money to the poor people outside the city!"

After finishing speaking, Zhao Yan walked towards the door.

The people around immediately stepped aside and watched Zhao Yan leave with a look of reverence.

After Zhao Yan disappeared, a scholar suddenly asked: "Miss Lu, do you dare to ask this young master's name?"

Lu Nianwei blushed pretty, she didn't know the other party's name yet.

It's a pity that people have gone away, and it's too late to ask questions.

Immediately afterwards, everyone looked at the poem on the desk and began to copy it.

What happened tonight will definitely spread throughout Changdan City tomorrow morning.

And these witnesses are very fortunate to be able to use this matter as a topic of discussion in the future, and they can brag about it for at least half a year.

The song "Jin Se" was strongly collected by Lu Nianwei.

And the song "Broken Time" was jointly snatched by Kong Ze and Xiao Zijie. Naturally, this song was going to be given to the military commander Yang Xinghuai.

As for Jin Renjun, he led his subordinates and left the Wanbao building in despair.

The moment he walked out of the door, Jin Renjun said to the guards on the side: "This special envoy will never allow such an excellent person to exist in Dazhou. Find out his details and kill him."

At this moment, Zhao Yan, who was returning to the palace in the carriage, let out a long sigh of relief.

"I'm really excellent, but unfortunately I don't know many poems. If I keep comparing, I might be exposed!" Zhao Yan said contentedly.

Tonight, I can sleep well again.

The next day, early in the morning.

The words of Zhao Yan's poem spread throughout the streets and alleys of Changdan City, and the legend about him has been processed by countless people to become quite mythical.

"Great Zhou genius poets outwit Goryeo special envoys, and every poem and word shows the style of Great Zhou and a great country!"

"Regarding 3000 taels of gold as dung, how many people in the world can do this kind of courage!"

"With this person here, my Great Zhou's cultural fortune will surely prosper forever. It's a pity that I didn't leave my name!"

……

In addition to Zhao Yan's poems and words being widely circulated, his words have also spread throughout the streets and alleys.

"The way of poetry, since the beginning of the Great Zhou Dynasty, you can only scratch the surface."

This sentence, without full confidence and strength, cannot be said at all.

In the narration of everyone, Zhao Yan became a legend who was young, handsome, rich and talented.

Immediately afterwards, Changdan City almost started an activity to find Zhao Yan. Everyone wanted to see this talented poet again, and some merchants even made a slogan that if Zhao Yan came here to eat, he would be free for a lifetime.

There are also some famous prostitutes who expressed their willingness to talk with Zhao Yan at night.

Lu Nianwei also began to inquire about Zhao Yan's identity. A person with such talent and who regards three thousand gold as nothing would never be born in an ordinary family.

Unfortunately, as long as Zhao Yan does not leave the palace, they have nowhere to investigate.

At this moment, Kong Ze and Xiao Zijie came to the home of the military commander Yang Xinghuai with the framed poem "Broken".

The two usually don't come to Yang Xinghuai's house.

Because Yang Xinghuai and Yang Hong advocate martial arts too much, they were often trained by them when they were young.

"Oh, it's so early in the morning, why are you two brats here?" Yang Xinghuai said while punching in the yard.

Xiao Zijie said with a smile: "Uncle Yang, someone wrote a poem to praise you in Wanbao Building yesterday, and my nephew specially sent this poem over."

Yang Xinghuai said disdainfully: "Since the great victory at the mouth of the Yellow River, countless people have praised your uncle. Even your father came to my house to flatter me. There are at least a hundred poems praising me. I don't care about these fame and fortune anymore. !"

"Uncle, this time is not ordinary. It is a famous book passed down through the ages. My nephew will recite it for you." Kong Ze immediately began to recite it.

Although Yang Xinghuai is a martial artist, he also knows a thing or two about poetry. After all, he is praising himself, and he is very happy to listen to it.

"Looking at the sword with the light on while drunk, dreaming of returning to the company of blowing horns..."

After listening to Po for a while, Yang Xinghuai looked surprised and couldn't help sighing: "Good poems, good poems, especially the last few lines. It's a pity that it happened for nothing! This person really understands the old man. It's hard work!"

"Who wrote this word?" Yang Xinghuai walked up to the two and asked excitedly.

Kong Ze raised the scroll and said, "We are also looking for this person, but he did not leave a name."

And when Yang Xinghuai saw the handwriting on the scroll, he couldn't help but tremble, tears streaming down his face.

　Thick-faced, ask for recommendation tickets, comments, and it will definitely explode when it is put on the shelves!

　　


(End of this chapter)