The Tang Dynasty emphasized poetry, which was reflected in the imperial examination. In the annual imperial examination, the proportion of regulated poetry is quite large, which means that if you don’t write good poetry, you don’t even have the opportunity to have the imperial examination.

The Tang Dynasty is now on the road to rise, and it is full of vitality from top to bottom.

Then, countless brilliant poems left the most gorgeous labels for the Tang Dynasty, and countless poets who were familiar to later generations continued to emerge.

Ahem!

Don't mention this.

Because there are too many famous articles in the future, Master Jia is more worried.

He didn't know which song to use.

From the beginning of his putting down his chopsticks, Shao Peng was staring at him.

"Where is the poem?"

It’s not that Shao Peng is stingy, but that his opponent is too annoying.

The people who were cheering for the rice dumplings there were Qianniuwei’s people.

Many of Qianniuwei are children of honor and relatives, and are born superior.

But this time, Qianniu Guard was so embarrassed by the fire of a hundred cavalry that he was severely scolded by Shangguan. So today they came to Wuxiang Tower to relieve their boredom.

Among them, the most powerful person to cheer is Qianniu’s predecessor Jiang Wei.

Tang Xu waved his fist to the other side and said, "The Qianniu Guard is His Majesty's guard, but our Baiqi is even more guard among the guards. They are not convinced and often surround our brothers outside. They have to fight on both sides every few days."

It turned out to be jealous.

Seeing Jia Ping'an thinking, Meng Liang urged, "If you have it, hurry up."

At this time, everyone was united in the same hatred. If Master Jia wrote a good poem, he would be a good brother in an instant.

Jia Ping'an hesitated for a moment.

Suddenly there was a sigh around me.

Shao Peng said: "If you are not sure, forget it!"

Meng Liang could not hide his disappointment, and he hugged Qiaoyun's hand and tried a little harder, which caused a whimper, and he quickly lowered his head to apologize.

Jia Ping'an sighed, "I have several songs, but I don't know which one is suitable."

Everyone: "..."

Shao Peng cursed: "Tang Xu, you idiot, you are so shameless."

Tang Xu wiped his face, "No, Yes, I'll write a song... Yes, sleep in the clouds, and the bed is moving constantly..."

puff!

Qiaoyun hit Meng Liang's chest with both fists, looking coquettish.

Such dirty jokes are prevalent in the army, and even hundreds of cavalrymen are inevitable.

Everyone was in a bad mood, but they couldn't help laughing when they heard these two lines of poetry.

Jia Ping'an stood up.

Everyone was still laughing.

The Qianniuwei people on the opposite side were also laughing.

"Hey!" Qianniu prepared himself and Jiang Wei raised his glass and smiled, "I'm here to see what kind of poems the broom star can write."

In Jia Ping'an's mind, several poems about lovesickness flow slowly, all of which are famous works.

but!

When dealing with these people, Jia Ping'an felt that using the simplest thing could make them lose.

"I have a friend who went to the south last year. Thinking of this, I have a poem. Red beans are born in the south..."

This sentence is so simple.

The laughter continues.

"A few branches are coming in spring."

The laughter stopped halfway.

Everyone looked at the boy and saw that he looked calm, as if he was reciting the poem he thought of in the toilet.

"I hope you will pick more of this thing... the most love-loving thing."

After the boy finished reciting, there was no sound in the lobby.

He raised his glass and drank for the first time tonight.

After drinking it all, he threw down his wine glass, turned around and bowed: "I can't bear to drink, so I'll go back first."

He left, and when he walked to the door, the two gangsters couldn't help but look at each other.

He walked outside the door and then a loud bang inside.

"Good poem!"

The sound rushed out like a wave.

Passers-by were stunned and then stopped.

It's already a mess inside.

The Tang Dynasty emphasized poetry and the human world valued emotions, so I don’t know how many poets mentioned the topic of lovesickness.

Shao Peng slapped the table, first smiled sharply, like a night oar, and then cursed: "Bitch slave, listen! This is my poem about hundreds of riders. Can you compare it with me?"

The Qianniuwei on the opposite side was dumbfounded.

Tang Xu laughed to the sky, drank a few bowls of wine, and then said, "Damn it! This poem is so terrible! Yeah, it sounds so comfortable, hahahaha!"

This is why I am not educated and do everything in the world in just one word.

The rough men all think this poem is good, but they can't tell what's good about it.

It feels like constipation, or like a beloved woman standing in front of her, reaching out to stay away, so you are in a dilemma and itchy...

In fact, a bunch of metaphors is not as good as a single word: scratching the itch through the shoe!

But there are many educated people present.

At this moment, the Guqin Immortal Man rang, but when everyone looked, it was Yaxiang.

The little face was full of joy, "Red beans are born in the south, and red beans are originally from the south. It is rumored that a man died outside the country before. His wife cried under a tree and died, turning into red beans. According to this, the south said that this thing is a lovesick son."

"This sentence talks about the relationship between red beans and lovesickness, which makes people think about it."

Yaxiang played the piano again, "The second sentence, how many branches came to spring... The husband's friend was far south, and he missed him so much. This is to ask his friend, spring is coming, have the red bean tree on your side sprouts? How many branches have it sprouted..."

There was more gloriousness and longing in her eyes, "Do you miss me? If you miss me, you can go and see how many branches of the love tree have been. This kind of friendship makes people yearn for leisure."

"I hope you can pick more of this thing, and this thing is the most love-loving. These two sentences are the topic. When you see the red beans, you will think of me. Many are the love and friendship. It is natural to use the red beans to tell your deep love and friendship.

The last sentence mentions lovesickness, which echoes the red beans in the first sentence, the red beans lovesickness, my lovesickness."

Yaxiang suddenly fell on the piano and then raised her head, "This poem seems to be inseparable from red beans, but it is inseparable from lovesickness. Naturally, it portrays the lovesickness in depth. Nu has read many poems and loves these lovesickness sentences the most, but after reading many poems from previous generations, no other poem can be compared with this."

She stood up and looked at Shao Peng's blessing, "Dare you guys, who is that young man?"

Shao Peng did not answer. Although he had read books, he had no attainment in poetry. At this moment, he heard Yaxiang interpret the whole poem and knew that the hundreds of horses had completely suppressed Qianniuwei, and he couldn't help but feel extremely happy.

As for the answer...

Someone has no eggs, a woman... that's just a cloud.

And he was so rude that he came to the brothel in one sentence: nonsense.

So he felt that he was transcending the difference between men and women, and couldn't help laughing.

"Ho ho ho..."

Amid the sharp laughter, Tang Xu said proudly: "I said it before... Hey! Are you going to ask for advice solemnly? That's fine, that young man is my Baiqi's clerk, Jia Ping'an."

Previously, Jia Ping'an's identity had been revealed from Qianniu Guard, but Yaxiang solemnly asked for advice at this moment, which meant he was paying attention.

What about love?

Yaxiang asked again: "I dare to ask Jia Langjun, but I've gone..."

Where has Lao Jia gone?

Shao Peng slapped his thigh, "That boy ran away."

Everyone was stunned.

"Running?"

Yaka sat down and murmured, "Aren't I enough for him to review?"

She is arrogant and talented, and she is very beautiful. She is sought after by many people and is unable to get close to her.

But at this moment, a young man regarded her as if nothing had happened, as if he had abandoned a tree stump, this...
To be continued...